#delicious derrière

[sexylittleslutsls]

As my denim jeans slip down revealing my sexy derrière with white lace knickers with a satin bow ….

[austinbutlerslovers]

Major Gale Fantasy

(He Racks You Down and Knocks You Up)

The poll on this was so close! 172 votes

The winner 53.5 Sweet and Gentle 💖

VS. 46.5 Hard and Commanding ❤️‍🔥

Thank you for all the votes enjoy!

Major Gale (Austin) is obsessed with the thought of getting you pregnant before he leaves to war. After envisioning you pregnant with his child he goes through great lengths to ensure you conceive.

Label 18+ mature

Established relationship married

Domestic fluff then straight to breeding kink

Smut• fluff • domestic •edging • mutual stimulation •in heat •breeding kink •p in v •mating press •multiple orgasms • cream pie • aftercare

I have no idea what they did in the 40s or how they really speak 😊 just go with it it’s cute

Inspiration: Austin butler looking so seductive in that uniform

(Historically Inaccurate spelling errors, grammatical mistakes, repeat words etc)

Master List

He Racks You Down & Knocks You Up

You were putting the finishing touches on your dish a beautiful roast chicken with vegetables. The cherry pie was warming in the oven Gale would be home any minute. You briskly walk to the wash room and click on the lights. Your makeup kit readily available near the wash basin. You reach in and pull out your favorite rouge lip stick marking up your lips and dabbing some on your cheeks.

You coif up your hair staring at yourself in the mirror and run a hand down your dress blowing a kiss like a pin up girl, you look ravishing.

Even more risqué was the idea to wear a fastener corset under your form fitting dress tonight putting your décolleté on full display.

Your legs were caged by thigh straps holding up your stockings and satin panties covering your derrière rubbing deliciously against your heat.

Gale said to get yourself a treat, and now it’s a treat for him too. He would be deploying after all and you wanted to give him an experience he would never forget to write home about.

At that thought you hear his key in the front door and hurry back into the living room to greet him. He turns the knob and steps in slipping the key into his pocket as his tall frame ducks into the door way. He removes his officers hat and hangs it on the entry way rack.

His handsome features always stun you at first glance. His big blue eyes and wispy lashes, his perfectly angular nose, firm chin and plump lips. He is an absolute dream especially in uniform. His suitcase in one hand and jacket draped on the other, he finally locks eyes with you and your heart flutters. He is slack jawed in return admiring how perfectly pretty you look in this moment.

“Well well well let me get a good look at you doll, do a little spin for me” his deep rich voice breaking the silence as his eyes admire your form.

You twirl around on your toes smiling as you trace your hands along your bodice enjoying the corset hidden beneath. You blush once your eyes meet, he has a seduced look on his face. “You’re a sight for sore eyes, let me settle my things and come appreciate you.” he flashes his flirtatious grin.

He hangs his coat and sets his suit case by the door he struggles to unbutton the top neck of his military shirt but you are right there to assist him lifting on your tiptoes brushing up against him and easily prying the button open with your smaller fingers.

The closeness makes you swoon for each other. He stares into your eyes before taking a peek down at your breasts resting against his chest, a naughty smirk plays across his face. You place your hands delicately on the nape of his neck and trace your fingers lightly over his sensitive skin there giving him goosebumps.

He looks back into your eyes as you stare up at him seductively through your lashes, his breathing increases as passion begins to cloud his thoughts “Gosh I’ve missed you” he nearly whispers it staring at your sultry red lips going directly in for the kiss. Your lips meet passionately and he scoops you into his arms lifting you from the floor.

Feeling his strength and the smell of his cologne arouses you completely. You are overtaken by his presence feeling so safe in his strong arms. You kiss across his lips as he holds you up to his chest. He begins rubbing his soft plush lips back against yours the sexual tension stifling you both. He slowly sets you back to the ground holding fast to your waist with every intention of taking you to the bedroom and having his way with you.

His lips are the beautiful rouge color that you imprinted on him. “Oh my” you say covering your mouth with one hand “What is it darling?“ he asks holding you to him by your waist brushing his hand across your cheek. He’s mesmerized by you, the way he’s staring into your eyes makes your heart skip a beat.

“I..I.. have gotten my lipstick all over you…let me clean you up and come! I’ve made a wonderful supper for you” you pipe up as you regain your thoughts, so proud of yourself for making one of his favorite meals.

He takes your hand and you lead him to the dining room table. He sits in his designated seat at the head taking the time to unlace his shoes and remove his socks setting them in the corner. You arrange his plate and set his dinner in front of him. It is a beautiful display of herb roasted chicken breast, mashed russet potatoes layered in gravy and sautéed green peas.

As his eyes settle in delight on the meal you prepared for him you slip away to the liquor cabinet fetching his favorite brandy. You pour it in one of the set glasses on the shelf and bring it to place next to him on the table. You grab a cloth from the kitchen drawer and soak it in the sink coming back to dab the lipstick off his lips and wipe his hands clean. He smiles at you appreciatively.

You both begin to eat. He cuts into the delicate chicken and takes a bite. His eyes close and he nods enjoying the taste, opening his eyes looking to you admiringly to show his approval. You gush knowing just how much he loves your home cooked meals after a long day on base.

You really can’t focus on your meal watching him eat. As a fully grown man he still looks so adorable as he chews. He’s slender yet toned and you love to see him full it melts your heart. You begin to eat in small bites, enjoying each others company and the meal.

You finish first with your smaller portions and he clears his plate soon after. You collect the dishes and rinse them in the sink

Feeling sated he completely unbuttons his shirt taking it off and hanging it over the back of his chair. Now in a white undershirt and tan military slacks, he rests back holding his glass of brandy slowly sipping it down watching you work.

You fidget with the oven turning it off and opening the door. The smell of the hot pie wafting through the kitchen. You grab your mits removing the pie from the oven and placing it on the stove top. You blow a strand of loose hair falling in your face the heat from the oven making you perspire slightly. You are in an odd state today feeling so sensual wearing the expensive lingerie.

Gale is set back watching the whole thing you bent over your breasts spilling out of your dress. The flash of the back of your thighs to him when your dress lifts as you reach into the oven.

He suddenly has a vision of you mixing pancake batter in the kitchen. You’re wearing a satin gown hair pinned up loosely in a bun your belly big and round growing with his child. His heart skips a beat as you whisk the mixture placing your hand on your hip to support your back. He imagines himself standing behind you planting a kiss on your head inhaling your scent and gently squeezing his hands around your breasts which will soon be full with milk.

He delicately places his hands down around the front of you to embrace your womb. Once he touches it an intensity fires in him of pure unyielding love for you. It infatuates him so strongly he is unable to keep his hands away from your pregnant belly. He begins passionately kissing behind your ear and down your neck completely obsessed with you having his child.

He was so deep in his thought he didn’t notice you trying to get his attention until you sweetly asked him again “Is everything alright?”

He palms himself under the table his cock growing stiff with anticipation of fulfilling his desires. He smiles at you nodding reassuringly taking another big swig of his brandy and setting his empty glass down.

He then pushes away from the table in his chair setting his sights on you and spreading his legs wordlessly patting his lap for you to sit. You notice the change in his gaze, how his pupils have dilated, how his eyes are fixated on you. It’s such a sultry look you don’t know what’s gotten into him.

You approach his lap and try to sit pretty with your legs together but he grabs hold of your waist pulling you to straddle him. It makes your heart flutter from the abrupt closeness. He looks into your eyes with a coy smile wondering if you can feel his rock hard erection pressing against you yet.

Taking his left hand he softly runs it across the nape of your neck moving your hair over one shoulder, trailing his hand down your spine. He begins unbuttoning your dress with both hands looking you directly in the eyes, each pop of a button making the excitement of having you naked increases.

He unbuttons your dress down to your waist and slowly pulls it from your shoulders to reveal your chest. His eyes lock on the delicate lace covering your décolleté. He pulls your dress farther and his mouth falls open in delight at your breasts in lingerie on full display for him. “All this for me?” He asks staring intently at your chest he caresses the soft fabric covering your nipples “Yes of course” you answer your voice soft from arousal.

He tweaks your nipples making them stiff then gently squeezes them with his fingers he looks up to gauge your reaction. It makes you part your lips wanting to cry out, you clench inside involuntarily pressing your heat against his stiff cock. He has a smile on his face sensing exactly what you need. He begins grinding his hips up gently rocking his massive erection against you. It’s so naughty and good at the same time a high moan escapes your lips as you double over onto him wanting more.

He grabs ahold of you by your arms pressing you down on him and grinding against you harder. He’s so strong and resolute with his actions it has you breathlessly panting and dizzy for him building an ache inside you that needs relief.

Seeing your face flush as your breathing increases he pulls you to him and plants kisses along your exposed neck and jaw line. The smell of you is devine to him he reaches and grabs the base of your neck tilting your head back farther to kiss his open mouth along your throat, It makes you close your eyes and grind back onto him the feeling so good building between your legs you don’t want him to stop.

He pulls back his lips from your neck and stares into your eyes as you grind each other fully clothed completely drunk in love “I want to fill you up tonight” he says kissing your lips and you taste the brandy “ I want to satisfy you completely” he kisses your neck again. Then he places his hand on your stomach “I want my baby growing inside of you” his voice almost a hush full of so much contained passion.

You grab onto the back of his neck pressing your forehead to his and closing your eyes “Yes…Gale please fill me and get me pregnant tonight ” your voice shakes with anticipation. The way he’s making you feel between your legs has your mind reeling as you grind against him with your panties absolutely soaked.

Hearing your words he slowly picks you up from his lap and gently places you to stand in front of him. He rises from the chair and removes his shirt then unbuttons and unzips his pants before unbuckling his belt. As he releases the leather his pants fall to the floor and the buckle clatters. You stare in awe at his massive erection strained back against his woven boxers shorts.

“Finish showing me that lingerie doll “ his deep voice breaks the silence redirecting your thoughts. He sits back into his chair spreading his legs and placing a hand on his cock to watch you. He wants to thoroughly enjoy the surprise you have for him.

You turn your back to him and peer over your shoulder. His eyes are completely fixated on you as you slide the dress down from your shoulders to the floor bending over to show him your black silk panties as you deliberately step out of it. You turn around to face him and he sits back in awe of your beautiful body.

The black silk bra and panties with the corset elaborate your curves, accentuating your hips and chest in the most delicious way. You begin swaying your hips and tracing your hands over your body as if they are his own giving him a show of how badly you need him.

He stands up from his seat and slides his boxers down stepping out of them his large cock slinging as he walks toward you. Your knees buckle a little as you hold the table behind you bracing yourself in anticipation.

He reaches for your corset and begins quickly unsnapping the clasps rocking your body as he looses each one. The corset breaks free and falls to the floor. He easily picks you up by your waist and sets you down on the dinner table.

Your legs are wide open and he eagerly moves himself to stand between them. He grabs you by your hips pulling you flush against him kissing you passionately parting your lips with his tongue his cock caged between your navels. Hes trying to go slow but his mind is racing with the thought of feeling your tightness squeeze around him as he’s pumping you full of his seed.

He refocuses on your pleasure placing his hands on the sides of your breast softly rubbing into your silk brassiere pressing your nipples up and down with his thumbs . A moan escapes you into his mouth everything he’s doing sending pleasurable sensations where you need to be touched the most. You begin winding your hips in small circles on the table to relieve the tension.

He senses your need as the heat is now emitting from your body your eyes pleading him for more. He takes a step back noticing his empty liquor glass behind you on the table and takes it safely to the sink.

As he returns to stand between your legs he places his hands behind your head lovingly holding your gaze. “I would do anything for you” he says softly his heart swelling wanting to make you his forever, the vision of you pregnant with his child burning in his mind. “I’m going to push you over the edge tonight I want to spill my seed into you and I want you to take it all for me”

You stare at him drunk from arousal your heart is pounding so hard you feel the strongest pulses in your pelvis you'll to do anything to make him tear your lingerie off and take you now.

“I want to hear you say it “ he says noticing you are not able to focus on his words.

You regain some composure to respond

“I will take it all tonight every drop you give me” you loosely repeat his words too distracted now staring at his perfectly chiseled naked body down to his large veiny erect cock wondering how good it will feel when he fills you up for the first time instead of pulling out.

“I’ll give you what you need “ he says with a coy smile knowing you’re not paying attention anymore. He’s never seen you so riled up, it warms him seeing you want his baby so badly it’s giving you a fever.

He places his hand on your chest pushing you down to lay flat on the table. He grabs your thighs and slides you down to him your heat directly against his cock your legs on either side of his waist. Your breathing quickens and your heart skips you need him inside of you he has you exposed in the perfect position on the table like you are his meal.

He brushes his hand against your silk panties admiringly not wanting to remove them just yet. His touch there alone makes you feel like he’s set a fire all over your body.

He reaches his fingers between your legs hooking your panties rubbing his knuckles against your slick folds. Your back arcs from the table as you restrain yourself from grinding against his fingers so aroused and needing to be touched so badly you begin panting loudly unable to calm down.

He knows you need him now and quickly pulls your panties to the side. His cock is pulsing hard as he rests it on your wet entrance, it’s covered in a silky liquid so he rubs his tip up through it and groans as you moan not thinking it would feel so good. He looks down into your eyes now needing you too, he lines himself up and slowly pushes inside your tight entrance.

You both cry out in a pleasurable moan his cock guiding in perfectly your walls greedily sucking him in. He penetrates you inch by inch making you gasp as the stretch becomes wider.

He gently caresses your pelvis making you feel the pressure of how far he’s gotten inside. You are impossibly more wet as his cock is going in.

He stares down at you in admiration when you finally take his full length. He stays still inside you for a moment letting you adjust. You feel so full of him, the pleasure coursing through your entire body as you try to focus gazing up at him.

He begins to work you gently, sliding himself halfway out and fully back in. His cock becoming completely covered in your slick making you feel every sensation as he begins gliding in and out it’s already earning the sweetest moans out of you.

You close your eyes as he begins rocking into your body against the table each thrust making your heart want to explode. Your continuous moans are music to his ears he stares at the reaction on your pretty face while you take him the perfect mix of pleasure and pain.

He has a drive to impregnate you tonight that he’s never had before. He wants to paint your walls inside and make you cry out for him before he finishes. It makes him high at the thought.

He releases his hands from your waist and hoists your legs up holding onto the back of your thighs spreading you like a “V” he pushes slowly into you on the table the new angle he’s hitting makes you delirious with pleasure he has you in a mating press and it sparks something deep inside you that tightens your core making it feel like it will snap at any moment.

Hes going so much deeper using your legs as leverage, he wants to feel you all the way through he presses his length the farthest and touches his cock head against the deepest part inside you making you moan out incredibly loud for him. He loves that feeling and thrusts into it repeatedly wanting his strongest and deepest ejaculation there.

You begin to feel hotter against his throbbing cock he keeps rocking you back and forth on his length jostling you on the table. He’s working into you with so much virility youre seeing stars. You are so overwhelmed with passion you can’t even think straight each hit pressing the exact button inside to cause a riot in your core. He pauses at the end of his deepest thrusts feeling like he will split you, your body tenses your voice in your ears sounding so foreign as you moan in an unending rhythm, the tightness building inside your core finally snaps.

A relief washes over you as your back arcs from the table your walls flutter tightly around him as liquids pour from your core squishing around his cock as you scream for him. It makes him start sliding into you at breeding speed. He thrusts into you deeper and harder your legs bouncing around at each strong jolt. His abs tighten as he is sucks in breaths through his teeth.

He presses your legs back farther grunting and angling his cock pressing his deepest inside you it pushes him over the edge “Im going to cum so deep in you …take it …all for me” he says through clenched teeth he pushes forward all the way into you and spills thick ropes of hot cum deep inside you painting your walls. He leans forward between your legs heavily breathing from exertion, laying on top of you and propping up lightly on his elbows he holds your face as he continues to empty every last drop inside to get you pregnant. His final thrust hits so deep you squeeze his cock with your walls a second time and moan for him almost crying at how good it makes you feel. You stare at each other panting and sweating you both start spontaneously laughing deliriously high with a sudden surge of endorphins.

As you calm down he stays completely still inside of you laying on top. Propped on his elbows he holds your head lovingly. He pets your hair back and stares into your beautiful eyes “I think we did it” he says suddenly as if the thought was ruminating in his mind . You smile at him “I’ve never felt anything like that” you admit gently stroking his sweaty hair from his face in return. He leans in and kisses your chest just at your heart, he loves you completely. He puts his ear on your chest listening for your heart beat to slow down so he can pull out saftey. When your breathing and heart rate decrease he lifts his chest off on yours.

“Are you ready?” He asks adjusting himself to pull out of you “yes” you say completely void of thought only how wonderful you feel. He holds your upper thighs and slides his cock out slowly when he pulls out the head you both moan from the loss of contact. Slowly you feel his seed trickling out of you. His eyes grow wide and he uses his fingers to push it back inside you. You lift your head to see as he pushes more back in and cups his hand to hold it. “put your legs up” he says quickly thinking. You put your legs up and hold them to your chest.

“How long?” You ask giggling this whole concept so foreign to you “I don’t know but until it takes” he laughs at how absurd he sounds. He grabs a wash cloth and rinses his hands. He turns to check on you and doesn’t like the way you are curled up on the table you look so uncomfortable.

He comes to your side and scoops you into his arms he easily carries you to the bedroom and kicks the door open walking you to the bed and laying you down. It’s so much softer and comfortable for you. He pets your head “ that’s much better “ he says seeing your face relax. He runs to get a washcloth and soaks it with water.

When he returns your still with your knees up. He kneels on the bed in front of you “You can put your knees down now you’ve been so good for me” he says gently as he caresses your thighs. He doesn’t see any more cum spill out of you so he starts undressing you. He uses his hands to slide your panties off with your stockings and fasters. As you lower your legs down he pats and wipes you carefully. He climbs on top of you reaching around your back and unclasping your bra you sit up and pull it off discarding it at the foot of the bed with your panties. He stares at you now fully naked glowing so radiantly from sex. He pulls the covers down behind you and you lift up to pull the covers back over you both as he lays beside you. He kisses your temple staring at the side of you face deep in thought about how much he loves you. He places his and on your stomach thinking about how much he wants his baby growing there, you place your hand on top of his

“honey?” He asks shyly a new thought popping into his head “ yes ” you answer sweetly “I …want to keep those panties with me when I deploy” he divulges.

You blush thinking of what he wants to do with them “Alright I’ll do them with the laundry then the day before you deploy I’ll wear them all day and slip them in your pocket when I kiss you goodbye.” He smiles so big and squeezes you to him. “ I would like that” he says whispering in your ear and kissing it. “And Gale” you ask “yes?” He answers intrigued “I want to write you when I find out if I’m pregnant…” you turn and look into his love filled eyes he wants that more than anything. You kiss his forehead and he tilts your face lower to him and kisses your lips. You reach over his head and click the light off you both rest your eyes and he keeps his hand on your stomach the entire night as you sleep.

~*To Be Continued*~

[bigcutiejazz]

You all know FlatJack by now and that he very much enjoys being squashed and flattened. But some days he’s gotta put in the work and pamper those big bodies and especially big booties with some tender, love, and care.

BigCutieKass and I decided to take a much needed break and put FlaJjack to task. He massaged all our beautiful mounds and curves with lotion and oil. It was very relaxing and BigCutieKass were ready for a nap after.

Butttt… not before telling him we wanted a tasty treat ready for when we wake up. If he isn’t good in the kitchen he better go out and get us some delicious takeout… just sayin’. If not we may have to double devour his tiny frame with our huge derrières. Oh wait, he’d like that! But I think he’ll follow fatty orders, in the meantime, enjoy the views. ;)

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[doumadono]

Warnings: post-timeskip Kōtarō, fem!Reader, spanking, light masochism?

Summary: Your deep trust in Kōtarō led you to desire trying something new and exciting with him

A/N: This marks my fourth standalone fic for this delightful Kinktober. Brace yourself for a tantalizing read! Today's prompt: spanking

You loved your boyfriend, Kōtarō, with all your heart, but your paths took you in different directions. While you were eager to explore and try new things, he seemed more conservative and reluctant to venture beyond his comfort zone.

After days of persistent requests and almost pleading, he finally agreed to try out some enticing new experience, at least in your opinion.

Smack!

"Like that?" he asked, his eyebrow cocked.

"Harder." You lay sprawled on your stomach across Kōtarō's lap, a thrilling mixture of need and excitement coursing through you as he agreed to explore new realms of passion with you.

His hand descended once more upon your ass, but it still felt disappointingly gentle, prompting a needy whine to escape your lips. "What? Too gentle for your taste?" Kōtarō inquired, his voice tinged with a hint of concern.

With a scoff and a playful smirk, you responded, "Babe, I want it to sting. This feels more like a friendly high-five."

Smack! Smack! Smack! Each of the smacks was incredibly gentle, almost as if he was lightly patting instead of smacking.

Kōtarō's voice retained its honeyed sweetness, despite the unusual context, as he expressed his reluctance, "I don't want to hurt you, babe."

You appreciated his caring nature, but you shifted your body slightly in his lap, allowing you to meet his soft, golden eyes. Speaking in a hushed tone, you traced a teasing finger up and down his arm, your desire unmistakable in your words, "Darling, don't sweat it, you couldn't possibly hurt me. You see, what you're doing is a real turn-on for me, and I feel incredible when you're in the driver's seat. Rest assured, if anything felt even slightly amiss, I'd have you know right away, alright?"

Kōtarō's complexion took on a deeper, nervous, rosy hue, and the telltale signs of his racing heart were evident in his expression and the subtle cadence of his breath. "Just so you know, I would never hurt you, right? For any reason? Other than this, I guess," he confessed, his voice tinged with a touch of uncertainty.

A tender smile graced your lips, touched by the sweetness of his sincerity. "Yes, baby. I know," you assured him, your trust in his intentions unwavering.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

His gentle hand caressed your cheek, tracing delicate patterns for a few moments. Then, in a fluid and harmonious motion, he raised his hand and brought it crashing back down with a resonant smack. Smack! It stung, the sensation of pain intertwining with the underlying currents of pleasure. Another repetition of these actions elicited a similar response — a sharp pang of pain, followed by a thrilling surge of pleasure, and a sultry moan from your lips. Your back arched further, subtly pressing your tempting derrière upward, an invitation for more. “Harder, tiger. Please, spank me again.”

Smack! Smack! Smack!

Bokuto was typically the sweetest lover, offering you the purest vanilla experiences most of the time. But every now and then, something would set him off, whether it was your kinkiness or his own intense desire, and his flavor would change. It was utterly delicious, the way he began to take silent pleasure in your gasps with each slap against your skin. "Getting a little red back here," he commented as he tenderly caressed your heated skin on your asscheek, "Need a break?"

"Yeah," you replied, flipping your body over to sit in his lap. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, savoring the pleasant soreness that had settled into your backside.

"Come here," Kōtarō urged. With a kiss to your cheek and a contented sigh, he held you close.

You lay in his arms for a moment, basking in the afterglow. Then, you felt his fingers trace a tantalizing path downward, reaching the sweet, damp spot between your legs. A delightful gasp escaped your lips as two of his fingers began to stroke your slit. "Kōtarō!" You giggled, your laughter merging with moans as his fingers plunged inside.

"Well, given my impeccable performance in the spanking department, I do believe it's high time I receive a well-deserved reward."

[chic-a-gigot]

Le Petit écho de la mode, no. 29, vol. 17, 21 juillet 1895, Paris. 3. Coiffure de jeune femme brune. Ville de Paris / Bibliothèque Forney

Coiffure de jeune femme brune. — Bandeaux ondulés au flou-flou à larges vagues. Racines des tempes simplement relevées et bouffantes ondulées de meme au flou-flou. Un simple chignon tordu derrière formant une sorte de nœud allongé. Voilà la coiffure dénotant bien le goût d’élégance artistique qui caractérise tout ce qui sort de la maison Lenthéric. Le flou-flou est un délicieux petit système extraordinairement remarquable comme trouvaille, avec lequel toute personne peut faire son ondulation, pour n’importe quel genre de coiffure. Sans bandeaux, avec bandeaux pour fillettes, jeunés filles, etc. Ce charmant appareil ne laisse apparaître dans les cheveux que de petits noeuds de rubans. Du reste, dans une prochaine chronique, Mme de Clessy vous parlera en détail de tous les avantages que les coquettes trouveront en se servant de ce petit système qui est breveté dans tous les pays du monde.

Hairstyle of a young brunette woman. — Wavy headbands with a blur and large waves. Roots of the temples simply raised and bouffant wavy even with a flou-flou. A simple bun twisted behind forming a sort of elongated knot. This is the hairstyle clearly denoting the taste for artistic elegance which characterizes everything that comes out of the Lenthéric house. The flou-flou is a delicious little system, extraordinarily remarkable as a find, with which anyone can make their own waves, for any type of hairstyle. Without headbands, with headbands for girls, young girls, etc. This charming device only leaves small ribbon knots appearing in the hair. Moreover, in a future column, Ms. de Clessy will talk to you in detail about all the advantages that coquettes will find by using this little system which is patented in all countries of the world.

[counsellorerestor]

Spring Feast 1

Aka 'Two Horny Elves'. A continuation from The Rose Tournament Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 for @glorfindel-of-rivendell .

When Elrond enters the main feast hall to confer with Erestor, he can tell almost instantly that something is different.

The hall looks lovely, of course, as it always does for festivals. The tapestries have been freshly brushed, and everything gleams. Garlands of flowers and braided ribbons festoon the walls. Several extra tables and benches have been carried in, and all the furniture rearranged so that there is ample seating for all the guests while still leaving room for dancers in the centre. Fresh linen tablecloths, silk runners, and vases of more fresh flowers bedeck every table. A few Elves are still running hither and yon with vases, or setting out pitchers of cordial and wine, goblets and plates. Delicious smells waft from the direction of the kitchen.

And yet.

Glorfindel is up a ladder, seemingly adjusting a garland. On the ground Erestor is holding the ladder steady and instructing him to move it slightly to the left. There would be nothing out of the ordinary here, except - firstly, he knows that there is only one hook every few feet on that wall for garlands, so there is nowhere Glorfindel can be shifting that garland to. Secondly, Erestor's gaze seems to be trained on Glorfindel's derrière rather than the garland.

Well, then. Elrond smothers a smile as he approaches Erestor. "Are we almost done?"

Erestor, too, seems normal at first glance, but Elrond can see the slight flush to his cheeks, the hint of a smile playing about the corners of his lips. Glorfindel climbs down the ladder and joins him, and they are very carefully not looking at one another. Elrond has to bite the inside of his cheek to hide his grin.

"You have tonight's seating arrangements for me, Erestor?"

Erestor has to clear his throat as he opens his file. "Yes. The leader of the Númenorean embassy is minor royalty, though he only married in; still, I have him placed here, between myself and the nobles from Laurelindórenan. There is a Haradrim emissary and, to show goodwill, he is placed here - "

Elrond holds up a hand to stop him. "I would like to show a little more respect for my brother's people, and I hope to speak more with this Man. To that end, would you be offended if I moved you from my left hand to Glorfindel's other side?"

Erestor's face goes through a series of interesting expressions, as if he is not sure whether to glare or smile. Predictably, in the end he settles for giving Elrond a suspicious look. "What are you playing at?"

"I wish to speak more with him," Elrond repeats, with his best innocent look, though he already knows it will not work; Erestor had helped Maedhros and Maglor raise him, and knows him too well. Still, he says nothing for now beyond giving Elrond a stern look.

On his other side, though, despite ostensibly laying out cutlery on a table, Glorfindel has very obviously brightened.

Eventually they have everything prepared, and runners are sent to the festival fields to announce that dinner will be ready in half an hour. Many guests are already streaming into the Last Homely House to freshen up, and Lindir and the other musicians are tuning their instruments. Erestor and Glorfindel, meanwhile, are nowhere to be seen, and Elrond finally gives in to the urge to laugh out loud.

~*~

Erestor leads the way down a little-used side corridor. Once he is assured of their privacy, he turns to Glorfindel.

"We need to be a little more discreet - this is a failing on my part as well. I know Elrond; he knows, and he is laughing at us."

[theuniversalscat]

Christmas is a time, when you can what I like to refer to as “over feel” or, as the kids say, over “feels” but what I truly feel sometimes is “over the feels”.

The holidays, at least for me, seem to sometimes over magnify my lack of involvement. I think Charles Schultz was really onto something when he wrote about it for the peanuts Christmas. Charlie Brown didn’t feel very well liked or included, and it was really hard for him at Christmas to feel that wonderful spirit, because everything in his 3D life showed him his belief, that no one cared about him.

Lucy, his classmate, is usually pretty judgemental of him, but she made a good point that perhaps if he became more involved in some community activities of the holiday season, it would allow him the opportunity to feel that Christmas spirit. So he did, but his beliefs were still magnified on the outside of him, that people were disrespecting him, and no one was listening to, or including him. Til the end of the peanuts Christmas special, but that doesn’t always happen in real life.

That’s pretty fudging depressing. We don’t live in a cartoon where we have to wrap up the “poop present” he received from every kid, happily, in 22 minutes, ok? If I were Charlie Brown, I would’ve threatened to shove that dry and prickly little branch tree where the sun didn’t shine to all those bratty kids. I would’ve said in a not so Christmasy way,

“Um, excuse me Peanuts gang! Yeah, I hate to interrupt your nonsense you got going on here on stage, cause I’m sure it’s really important, but you got a PROBLEM with the Christmas tree I was so kind to pick out AND PAY FOR while you acted a fool up here in this auditorium singing and dancing all Willy nilly with no direction or destiny? If you think you’re all something, why the Christmas cracker am I here? For my health?! No! Am i not the director?! Last time i checked i thought i was! So no to you, peanuts gang! I’m supposed to be here getting involvement, right?! But you know what I discovered about myself along the way? I’m kind with the exception of now, and super delightful! And you, are not the kind of people I want to have involvement with! So why don’t you take your snarky comments and nippy “Jack Frost” attitude about me and send em in a holiday card to someone who gives a holiday rat’s pixie dust patoot! (Yeah, i don’t know how to pretty that one up, folks….) And while you’re at it, put some mistletoe above that rat’s (i know how to pretty it up! I’ll throw some glitter on it…) glittery derrière! And you know what to do! Just in case you don’t I’ll help you out…. Pucker up! Yeah! Jerk faches….”

I mean, who in the “h-e- double hocky sticks” wants to be involved with these kind of people, complainy and eh eh eh eh ehhhhhhhhhhhhh about every little thing, especially around the holidays?! I know i don’t! (I’m pretty sure that was a direct quote from Charlie Brown’s sister, Sally from one of those Christmas specials, too. The “h-e” was eliminated from the “hockey sticks” part when she said it, but i know what she meant.) Needless to say, I’d be Charlie Brown in this scenario, with most likely a few Christmas cards in the form of restraining orders… 🤣🤷‍♀️🙈🎅🤣🤣🤣

So, even if you have to be by yourself binge watching the “holiday baking championship” on the fudging food network when you don’t even bake and you eat a salmon salad while you look at all the delicious looking desserts then you go into your pantry about 32 times saying, “yes. No. Yes. No. Yes. No.” trying NOT to eat yourself out of house and home, especially if it has even a hint of sugar, which you do eat but it’s not nearly as satisfying as what you’re looking at on the show, and you sit with your semi but not sugar starved, grinchy self, thinking as Christmasy as a burnt cookie with “stink stank stunk” royal icing, cause you learned the baking terms but not the actual baking technique, at least no one will bother you, in person. But, they will if you think about them, and how they treated you in the past. So don’t do that!

That lil ditty was a Christmas poem by Charles Bukowski.

Happy holidays to you! 🙈🎅🤷‍♀️💝🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

[broadcastbabe]

After a slow walk home from dinner, we adjourn to your home office. You are still dressed in a casual suit, having dispensed with your tie before we went out. Your request for my thigh high boots and a dark dress was a no-brainer. The boots bring me almost eye level with you when we stroll, so you are prone to affectionate nuzzles and kisses…and lewd murmured promises to ponder during dinner. Snatching my panties from me before we walked out the door, is always a welcome ritual that promises dessert will be served twice, once at the restaurant and upon our return home. You have a few items to clear from your desk, so you ask that I seduce you away from them, as best I can. It’s the prelude to sex we challenge each other with that always has a sure-fire ending. I kneel on the soft couch and pull the thin straps from my shoulders, knowing our frolic will undress me further as we progress. I hike the skirt up in the back and like a cat lower myself to all fours, languid and slinky. You watch as you sign papers, and absently file papers into folders… quickening the tasks to complete them and give me your full focus. I turn slightly to show you my cleavage and the weight of my full breasts bursting at the neckline. There is already a tingling between my thighs as I think back on your words of sensual oaths to plunder me speechless and ruin me in new creative ways. Just the feeling of my flimsy skirt sliding to reveal my darling derrière’s flesh excites me. I raise my rump higher to speed the progress. Your eyes widen as I stretch to lower my torso. When we make eye contact I am instantly wet, as if my body knows you cannot resist and will find the moist pulsing target that much more compelling. You inhale deeply to consume the pheromones wafting in your direction and touch yourself to gauge the growth behind your fly. Your groan is low and sexy… and predatory. I whimper with anticipation, knowing that signals the tone of our interaction. I am soon to be taken in strong determined hands bent on devouring me. “Thirsty?” I murmur softly, hoping your delay will end and I will be properly probed, first with your slithering tongue, followed by the magnitude that grows in your lap. “How about you, baby, you look parched…” I am groaning now, licking my lips and wondering about your rare veiled offer. In most scenarios, I am on the receiving end of this type of foreplay. “Don’t tease, darling, you know my hungers are insatiable.” I ache for you inside my throbbing wetness, but will welcome this detour if you’re so inclined. “May I see your dessert menu?” You smirk and pull your zipper downward at a glacial pace, fueling my impatient desire for following through. When the full length springs forth, I gasp, reflexively, imagining its girth inside me and how gloriously it will stretch me deep and wide. You stand to allow your pants to drop to the floor. Stepping out to stride toward my expectant quivering body, you take yourself in hand to stroke the length. The anticipation in my mind is having a profound affect from the vision alone, and I remark how I am dripping with desire. “Hmmm, baby I know, let me help with that…” Stepping behind me, you guide yourself along the drenched folds to swab me, offering a grazing friction that drives me quite wild as I swell in response. Up and down, you nestle your stiff handful for maximum effect to arouse and taunt me beyond my need to be breeched. “Please, oh gawd, please.” Instead, you step out from behind me and offer up your glistening probe to my panting lips. “Taste how wet you are, baby…” dragging the tip around my lips as if applying lipstick, I lurch to latch on and pull you inside my mouth. “Yes, that’s it, quench yourself with your own delicious flavor.” I am familiar with my taste, having suckled on your fingers after they have gathered samples… but having it served up this way adds another level of bliss. I look up with gratitude and moan dreamily from the delectability. Your eyes roll from the sensations as I draw it further towards the back of my throat. Soon enough it tastes like you again and I become totally invested in making you cum. You cradle my face, adoring my randy intent and slowly extract yourself to tease my need yet again. I protest, until you transfer yourself into my juicier void with a swiftness to finish there. The thrusts are steady and extreme, pushing me to a new shivering state, clenching for my supreme influence on you. Your low gratified groan becomes a growl as you demand I cum with you. “Now, baby… now…” Properly triggered, inside and out, I do and we scream in unison from the interconnected teleportation, shuddering for what seems like a continuum of forever. Collapsing onto the couch together, you ride out my aftershocks inside me, cooing your primal pleasures into my ear like a lullaby. Your lingering insinuation inside me coaxes another and another until my body exhausts itself and I drift into a shallow nap of full contentment under the weight of your warm body.

[majesticmajestyyy]

my ai said- Behold the mesmerizing curves of my divine derrière! It's like a work of art sculpted by the indulgence of delicious treats. Embrace the beauty of my bountiful backside and revel in its magnificence! 🍑✨

[thechurchofsplatterdaysaints]

Kicking off the cocktail hour with Nailbomb because I want to live off of Max's buxom bottom, his delicious derrière, his gorgeous globes. Have you seen him lately? He just gets thicker & juicier, wtf.

Also Dave Edwardson. When I saw Neurosis he sat next to me at the bar but I knew if I looked directly at him I would spontaneously combust so we played it so cool sitting next to each other for an entire drink and not speaking. I still want to kill myself.

[les-degustations-ugo]

🇫🇷❓❓Hello les amoureux du tire-bouchon. Et vous, aimez-vous vous les vins de Jeff Carrel❓❓🇫🇷

🍇🍷IGP Côtes Catalanes rouge 2022 cuvée Vieille Mule de @jeffcarrelofficiel 🍇🍷:

🍇 :

100% Grenache (vieilles vignes).

👁️ :

Robe de couleur pourpre soutenu

👃 :

Un nez sur des notes de fruits noirs, épices

💋 :

En bouche, on a un vin fruité, gourmand, goulet, des tanins fondus et équilibrés. Sur des arômes de mûres, cassis, myrtilles sauvages, épice (réglisse, poivre en grain), herbe de la garrigue. Une longueur en bouche correcte avec une finale sur le côté floral (violette, romarin) et une petite pointe d'acidité pour apporter de la fraîcheur en fin de bouche.

📜En résumé📜 :

Une cuvée que j'ai beaucoup aimée. Un vin d'une grande buvabilité et d'une gourmandise folle. Complètement conquis par les tanins soyeux. Un régal.

🧆Dégusté sur une fondue bourguignonne 🧆.

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🍷Quelques accords mets et vin possible avec cette cuvée🍷 :Grillades, viandes rouges et blanches...

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📌N'oubliez pas, boire un canon c'est sauver

un vigneron. Allez voir le site internet du domaine pour voir toutes les cuvées et promotions du moment📌.

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🔞« L'abus d'alcool est dangereux pour la santé, à consommer avec modération »🔞 La plupart des vins ont été dégustés et recrachés. Dégustation non rémunéré.

#lesdegustationsugo #wine #winelover #vino #winetasting #winetime #winelovers #instawine #redwine #winestagram #winery #beer #wineoclock #vin #sommelier #love #vinho #foodporn #winelife #instagood #whitewine #cocktails #drinks #wein #foodie #wineporn #drink

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🗣️🇫🇷Description du domaine @jeffcarrelofficiel 🗣️🇫🇷

Qu’y a-t-il derrière le nom Jeff Carrel?

Une large gamme de vins, certains biologiques, certains issus de Domaines et bien entendu la marque Jeff Carrel.La Maison Carrel comme chai d’élevage et d’affinage.Le Cuvier Carrel pour le vin issu de l’agriculture biologique.Le Domaine d'Ansignan, un vignoble dans les Pyrénées Orientales composé de vieilles vignes, sous le Canigou, la montagne sacrée des catalans.

Ceux qui connaissent les vins de Jeff Carrel savent que ça goûte, et c'est ça le principal.

Nous travaillons principalement en Languedoc Roussillon mais également à Bordeaux, en Beaujolais et en Bourgogne.

Nous élaborons des gammes de vins tous originaux, avec une étiquette singulière et au prix abordable : des vins simples mais pas simplistes.

Des vins avec leur propre univers et leur propre histoire. Faire, de la vigne à la bouteille, des vins à forte identité, avec des valeurs sociétales et environnementales, de la précision technique et de la personnalité.

Et si ces vins existent c’est qu’ils sont le reflet d’une histoire humaine, faite de rencontres, de cultures, de cépages, de climats, et leur seule prétention est d’être sincères.

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⏬🇫🇷Français dans les commentaires🇫🇷🇮🇹Italiano nei commenti 🇮🇹⏬

🇬🇧❓❓Hello corkscrew lovers. And you, do you like Jeff Carrel’s wines❓❓🇬🇧

🍇🍷IGP Côtes Catalanes red 2022 cuvée Vieille Mule from @jeffcarrelofficiel 🍇🍷:

🍇:

100% Grenache (old vines).

👁️:

Deep purple dress

👃:

A nose with notes of black fruits, spices

💋:

On the palate, we have a fruity, delicious, smooth wine, with melted and balanced tannins. With aromas of blackberries, blackcurrant, wild blueberries, spices (licorice, peppercorns), garrigue grass. A decent length in the mouth with a finish on the floral side (violet, rosemary) and a small hint of acidity to bring freshness to the finish.

📜In summary📜:

A vintage that I really liked. A wine of great drinkability and incredible gourmandise. Completely conquered by the silky tannins. A delight.

🧆Tasted with a Burgundian fondue🧆.

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🍷Some possible food and wine pairings with this vintage🍷:Grilled meats, red and white meats...

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📌Don't forget, drinking a barrel is saving a winemaker. Go to the estate's website to see all the current vintages and promotions📌.

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🔞“Alcohol abuse is dangerous for your health, consume in moderation”🔞Most of the wines have been tasted and spat out. Unpaid tasting.

#lesdegustationsugo #wine #winelover #vino #winetasting #winetime #winelovers #instawine #redwine #winestagram #winery #beer #wineoclock #vin #sommelier #love #vinho #foodporn #winelife #instagood #whitewine #cocktails #drinks #wein #foodie #wineporn #drink

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🗣️🇬🇧Description of @jeffcarrelofficiel 🗣️🇬🇧

What's behind the name Jeff Carrel?

A wide range of wines, some organic, some from Estates and of course the Jeff Carrel brand. La Maison Carrel as aging and maturing cellar. Le Cuvier Carrel for wine from organic farming. Le Domaine d 'Ansignan, a vineyard in the Pyrénées Orientales made up of old vines, under the Canigou, the sacred mountain of the Catalans.

Those who know the wines of Jeff Carrel know that it tastes, and that's the main thing.

We work mainly in Languedoc Roussillon but also in Bordeaux, Beaujolais and Burgundy.

We develop ranges of wines that are all original, with a unique label and at an affordable price: simple but not simplistic wines.

Wines with their own universe and their own history. Making, from the vine to the bottle, wines with a strong identity, with societal and environmental values, technical precision and personality.

And if these wines exist, it is because they reflect a human history, made up of encounters, cultures, grape varieties, climates, and their only claim is to be sincere.

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🇮🇹❓❓Ciao amanti dei cavatappi. E a te, ti piacciono i vini di Jeff Carrel❓❓🇮🇹

🍇🍷IGP Côtes Catalanes rosso 2022 cuvée Vieille Mule di @jeffcarrelofficiel 🍇🍷:

🍇:

100% Grenache (vecchie vigne).

👁️:

Abito viola intenso

👃:

Un naso con note di frutti neri, spezie

💋:

Al palato abbiamo un vino fruttato, delizioso, morbido, con tannini fusi ed equilibrati. Con aromi di more, ribes nero, mirtilli selvatici, spezie (liquirizia, pepe in grani), gariga. Discreta lunghezza in bocca con un finale floreale (viola, rosmarino) e una piccola punta di acidità per apportare freschezza al finale.

📜In sintesi📜:

Un'annata che mi è piaciuta molto. Un vino di grande bevibilità e incredibile gourmandise. Completamente conquistato dai tannini setosi. Una delizia.

🧆Degustato con una fonduta borgognone🧆.

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🍷Alcuni possibili abbinamenti enogastronomici con questa annata🍷:Carni alla griglia, carni rosse e bianche...

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📌Non dimenticare, bere una botte fa risparmiare un enologo. Vai al sito dell'azienda per vedere tutte le annate e le promozioni del momento📌.

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🔞“L'abuso di alcol è pericoloso per la salute, consumalo con moderazione”🔞La maggior parte dei vini è stata assaggiata e sputata. Degustazione non retribuita.

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🗣️🇮🇹Descrizione i @jeffcarrelofficiel 🗣️🇮🇹

Cosa c'è dietro il nome Jeff Carrel?

Una vasta gamma di vini, alcuni biologici, alcuni provenienti da tenute e ovviamente il marchio Jeff Carrel.La Maison Carrel come cantina di invecchiamento e stagionatura.Le Cuvier Carrel per il vino da agricoltura biologica.Le Domaine d'Ansignan, un vigneto nei Pirenei Orientali costituito da vecchie vigne, sotto il Canigou, la montagna sacra dei catalani.

Chi conosce i vini di Jeff Carrel sa che ha un sapore, e questa è la cosa principale.

Lavoriamo principalmente in Linguadoca Rossiglione ma anche a Bordeaux, Beaujolais e Borgogna.

Sviluppiamo gamme di vini tutte originali, con un'etichetta unica e ad un prezzo accessibile: vini semplici ma non semplicistici.

Vini con il loro universo e la loro storia. Realizzare, dalla vite alla bottiglia, vini con una forte identità, con valori sociali e ambientali, precisione tecnica e personalità.

E se questi vini esistono è perché rispecchiano una storia umana, fatta di incontri, culture, vitigni, climi, e la loro unica pretesa è la sincerità.

[reddragon-cowboy]

Is your muse easily flustered? Do they blush, swear, etc.?Where is your muse most sensitive?  - niah, spike

Vanilla Sunday Meme | @the27percent

12. Is your muse easily flustered? Do they blush, swear, etc.?

Niah tends to get flustered easily. Even when interactions are merely flirtatious in nature, it's not too difficult to earn a blush in return and her being unable to articulate her words properly, depending on how deep her feelings go for a particular person. In certain carnal scenarios, well, it's the only occurrence where her partner may hear a few swear words slip out between her lips, since vulgar language isn't normally part of her daily vocabulary--it just means her partner has to be THAT GOOD at what they do.

Spike isn't one to easily get flustered. It's rare moreso than anything else, but that may also be due to the fact that Spike hasn't messed around with many partners. However, if Spike carries feelings that dives deep towards another person, he will be more susceptible to being flustered, especially if they happen to throw him off his game and manage to achieve control over him that renders him incapacitated. And yea, he will swear and curse like a sailor when the pleasure is overwhelming.

13. Where is your muse most sensitive? 

The skin of lower back is ridiculously sensitive--the area above her plump derrière. A simple caress of your finger in that spot is enough to make tingles erupt across her body. But she absolutely melts when your lips are lightly pressed against her ear to whisper something deliciously filthy, dirty, and sweet.

His pecs/nipples; he loves them being stimulated by your fingers, kisses, and tongue. Feeling someone's fingers interweave through his unruly mane; he never allows anyone touch his hair, but anyone who have captured his heart are allowed that special privilege. But his most sensitive is having his orbs fondled and inner thighs caressed. . . and. . . I can't say on here.

[chic-a-gigot]

Le Petit écho de la mode, vol. 20, no. 24, 12 juin 1898, Paris. Sautoir Lakmé. Garniture de ceinture. 1. Toilette de promenade. Ville de Paris / Bibliothèque Forney

Sautoir Lakmé. Après le succès obtenu par notre sautoir Sapho et les nombreux compliments que nous recevons de toutes parts pour cette gracieuse parure, nous continuons à offrir à nos aimables lectrices les nouveautés que la Mode édite en ce genre. Voici un vrai bijou pour les jeunes filles: c’est un sautoir fait d’une seule ganse de soie noire et de motifs en perles turquoise entourés de perles d’acier qui sert à retenir une montre, un crayon, etc. Ce délicieux sautoir est offert au prix minime de 1 fr. 65 franco.

Dans un autre ordre d’idées, voici une parure de robes qui, jusqu’à présent, n’était pas abordable à toutes les bourses, vu sa qualité supérieure et sa suprême élégance. Nous avons, dans ce cas, traité avec une des premières maisons de Paris, et nous sommes heureux d’offrir, au prix de 3 fr.75 franco, une joli parure de ceinture en véritable acier fin composé de: une agrafe (dont notre gravure ne donne qu’un faible aperçu) et trois boucles que l’on coule derrière et sur les côtés sur une ceinture droite en ruban de velours ou défaille. Un délai de 8 jours nous est nécessaire pour la bonne exécution des commandes.

Robe en batiste, guipure de Gênes et satin. La jupe, coupée d une seule pièce, est garnie dans le bas de trois entre-deux poses à clair laissant voir le transparent du fond de jupe. Le corsage, gracieusement drapé à gauche sous un bijou de strass, est garni d entre-deux, le haut décolleté sur un empiècement de guipure posé sur un transparent; dos tendu, col droit et ruche, tour de taille en ruban fermé par une boucle en acier, manche garnie d’un volant de dentelle. Toquet en paille garni d'ailes et de tulle, bijou de strass.

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Lakmé necklace. After the success obtained by our Sapho necklace and the numerous compliments that we received for this graceful adornment, we continue to offer our kind readers the new fashions in this style. Here is a real piece of jewelry for young girls: it is a necklace made of a single black silk braid and turquoise bead patterns surrounded by steel beads which is used to hold a watch, a pencil, etc. This delicious sautoir is offered at the low price of 1.65 francs.

On another note, here is a set of accessories which, until now, was not affordable for all budgets, given its superior quality and supreme elegance. In this case, we have dealt with one of the leading houses in Paris, and we are happy to offer, at the price of 3.75 francs, a pretty belt set in real fine steel composed of: a clasp (including our engraving gives only a faint glimpse) and three loops that run behind and on the sides on a straight belt of velvet ribbon or faille.

Dress in cambric, Genoa guipure and satin. The skirt, cut in one piece, is trimmed at the bottom with three light inserts revealing the transparency of the skirt bottom. The bodice, gracefully draped on the left under a rhinestone jewel, is garnished with insets, the high neckline on a guipure yoke placed on a transparent; stretched back, straight collar and ruffle, ribbon waistline closed with a steel buckle, sleeve trimmed with a lace ruffle. Straw toquet garnished with wings and tulle, rhinestone jewel.

Matériaux: 12 métrés de batiste, 15 mètres d’entre-deux, 0m35 de guipure et de satin blanc, 4 mètres de ruban.

[writer59january13]

Hiccups

An involuntary spasm

of the diaphragm

and respiratory organs,

with a sudden closure

of the glottis

and a characteristic

sound like that of a cough.

Rather mundane topic

lest one cursed

with said minor inconvenience

that subsequently manifests

into protracted health crisis.

I write much hiccup ado

about nothing, which

involuntary explosive release comes clear out of the hiccup blue

nary a sponge bob

square pants handy dandy blues clue,

where in tarnation

this uncontrollable bout jarring the Jimmy Neutron body

electric all's well

that ends well hiccup do.

Why such physiological

spasmodic trembling

undulating weird phenomena uncontrollable peculiar singultus kickstarts,

where one of many

extreme measures now suggested

such as ramming cloven hoofs

down the gullet wool shear lee be in vain to bring closure of glottis hiccups ewe

you wool sheepishly

moost likely find annoying as this hiccupping buck feels few

breaths short of taking

another potential drastic action… like hiccup swallowing glue

as an extreme solution wide whirled, webbed series of being held hostage

resorting to asking Horton hears a Who

to stomp his elephant legs (also known as hottentot bread)

atop thee abdominal chest (me not ribbing ye dear reader)

despite impossible mission

to escape, thus truncating mein kampf and additional fail safe measure

being trundled to an igloo

serving as ice cold emergency room

of a mockup hospital or calling

on the ghost of the late veterinarian

James Herriot to scare doggone such hiccup caterwauling

catering to gentile

or skeletal anorexic

hunger artist appropriately named Jew

Lean, thus, time and again

when said hiccup affliction holds me hiccup hostage

ye dear stranger knew

seeking cure twill drive me towards

considering additional outrageous

acts of desperation such as sticking ma head in the loo, which bizarre reaction

on par with holding out an appetite

until famished for moo

goo guy pan mixed

with delicious bowl of new

dulls steeped in broth,

an island delicacy renown on Oahu

even this atheist would ask

for salivation praying in a pew,

whereby sound of silence

echoed by hiccup right on queue

when nary a burble

until reaching amen hiccup rue

stubbornly persists,

no matter resorting

to consider extreme unction measures

at suppressing explosive strew

wing upsurge of diaphragm,

accursed diabolical solution

holding breath until

turning blue in the face

simultaneously forcing air thru

alternative orifices such as:

nasal passage and/or mouth, ears

or out derrière as last ditch effort.

Oft times physiological phenomena

faintly resembles bobbing up and down

analogous to the celebrated

jumping frog of Calaveras County

seriousness one best not undervalue

with a snort

lest ye surpass one poor soul when an accident

on June 13, 1922,

Charles Osborne

(experienced 20 to 40

involuntary diaphragm

spasms per minute)

hiccupped nonstop,

which condition persisted

for more than six decades,

only ending in 1990,

a full 68 years after it began.

Osborne's plight remains

the longest attack

of hiccups confirmed

by Guinness World Records

invariably accompanied

no doubt by a voodoo

Practitioner…until…at last whew

hiccups stopped mysteriously

as they started

bringing relief to him who analogously felt like caged primate in a zoo.

[lovemeian]

you try the old ‘grab and jiggle’, bakusquad edition.

characters ! bakugo katsuki, kirishima eijiro, denki kaminari, sero hanta x gn!reader

it’s hard to pick and choose characters for these, esp when there’s a lot, so i’m going for squads right now hehe + highly suggestive, fluff, humour + i write profanity on the daily, but yk + not doing mina for now bc i can only do four lmao save me + use of the word: molested as a joke in kiri’s !

masterlist ; ko-fi ; might do the dekuquad next, but give me four more characters to play around with hshs

It’s called the old ‘grab and jiggle’ for a reason.

—BAKUGO KATSUKI

please. you expected and daydreamed of the kind of outburst this will cause, and the anticipation almost ruins the entire thing as you try to contain your excitement as soon as you found the perfect day for it.

when bakugo comes home from his weekly training with the others, grumbling about some new pro-heroes still trying to find their rhythm and hitting each other more than their practiced ‘villains’, he’s sweaty and complaining, and his butt had never looked more beautiful tightly encompassed in athletic shorts.

his glutes are hugged so prettily, and his thighs have never looked more appealing. if you didn’t have a prank prepared, you would be too busy salivating at your delicious significant other.

you near him, as casual as you can. he turns to you briefly as he shakes his protein pack. “we probably won’t have dinner tomorrow,” he grumbles, going at the week’s schedule in his head. “we’re gonna have to train the new recruits more, seeing as they can’t fuc— hey!”

bakugo’s reactionary movement is fast— he’s a pro-hero after all — and as soon as your hand sneaked up, grabbed a handful of his butt, and jiggled it— you knew you were setting yourself up to get caught as a speed of lightning, he was turned to you, eyes wild and wide, face flushed red, holding your wrist in a death grip.

his mouth was gaping as you tried to bite your laughter. “what the fuck are you doing?”

“the old grab and jiggle?”

“the— what the fuck is the old grab and jiggle?”

you blink innocently. “want me to show you again?”

“n-no! that’s enough! who the fuck’s teaching you these things?” his eyes narrow, tugging you close. “is it shitty hair?” 

“no.” you giggled. “found it myself, wanted to see how thick my lover is.” you winked at him and his scowl twitched, face burning brighter, before he clenches his jaw.

“give me your butt.”

you squealed at his slow approach, backing away at the determined look in his gaze. “no! katsuki—”

“give me your butt!”

excuse to all your neighbours with the most random of screeches and threatening demands of ‘grabbing your butt and jiggling the shit out of it’, but they’re used to you. especially when he catches you— because of course he does — and you explode in laughter.

—KIRISHIMA EIJIRO

on god, pro-hero kirishima has the juiciest butt you cannot change my mind.

you had almost, actually forgotten about your fun little plan until kiri decided he wanted to make use of the very nice veranda right beside the living room for his workout, giving you a little kiss as he set off on working out on the nice patio with the glass doors open for the refreshing spring day to come in.

but when he started doing lunges, going forward and stretching those workout shorts so snugly against his very beautiful thighs and derrière— apart from salivating for a good minute, you remember the little prank that has your fingers itching.

so when he switches to squats, you move like a cat.

conspicuous and too aware of every little movement, you’re a little thankful that his workout playlist is loud, and he’s very much in the zone, huffing quietly and and even humming as he bent those very nice thighs of his.

with a light sheen of sweat and his bright red hair pulled with a headband, you try and contain your giggles as you crept forward, one arm already outstretched toward the source of what looks like gold.

you know you can’t be quiet for too long. your boyfriend, after all, was a pro hero with very good skills, already turning toward your practically soundless approach with a nice smile.

“hey, y/n—”

you strike quick and you strike good, his entire body too preoccupied with stationing the position to stop the hand the darted out to grab a handful of one cheek and make it jiggle.

your kiri is so startled that he yelped, jumped, and fell on his chin.

“ow.”

“oh my god.” your panic is startled by your own snort, moving toward him immediately to catch him turn, still sweaty and more shocked than hurt, as he grabbed his very red chin. your amusement couldn’t die down, even in guilt. “i’m so sorry, baby! that’s—” then you burst out laughing.

despite his watery eyes and confusion, he laughs with you. he pulls you close, already technically on top of him, adjusting as you catch your breath in between wheezes.

as you rest your head on his neck, his deep rumble of, “should i be concerned that i’m going to get molested in my own house now?”

you smack his chest.

“ow, i’m not kidding, actually.”

you pull back, pouting, face flushed from laughing so much that he leans forward to kiss your chin. “it was a joke, you know. plus, you have very good glutes.”

his hands gloss over your back, before he grabs a lot of your own butt’s meat, making you shriek as he squeezes. he smirks. “you have very good glutes too, baby.”

—HUSBAND!DENKI KAMINARI

kaminari would never think you’d do this.

for one, he had more of juicy thighs than arse, and second, he was getting ready for a hero gala, adjusting his suit against the floor length mirror whilst you went to the kitchen to take some water.

you had gone with him a few times, but it really wasn’t your scene. after greeting familiar faces and meeting new ones, a few tossed champagnes and dancing a little with your husband if it was part of the evening, there really isn’t much to

you were so focused on how much the suit was doing wonders for your husband, practically drooling against the water on your lips, that you don’t notice him ask you something. until he repeated it. again. and again. and he finally turned, eyebrow arched to check what you’ve been doing, not hearing him.

“—love!”

water practically dipped forward on your chin as you awoke from staring at your husband. “y-yeah?”

he smirked, snorting softly as he walked toward you.

he looked so good, his hair pushed back to one side, the years of being a pro-hero settling so nicely on him.

“are you okay, love?”

you set the glass down, blushing as he put one hand on your waist and another on your chin, wiping your mouth with a little smile. 

“what’s going on in your little head, hm?”

you sighed, leaning into his touch to rest your head on his chest, winding your arms around his torso. his warmth felt so good and nice, and he was so very built against his suit, feeling his dips and ridges.

“you just looked so delicious.”

you felt his laughter rumble against your own body, squeezing you in the comforting little hug and humming against your ear. “thank you. all for my favourite— hey!”

your hands had wandered, going south and tightly clenching against the fat of his rump and jiggling it wildly.

he had pulled away from you as you laugh, bitting your bottom lip as red spread across his neck and cheeks. 

“that was uncalled for!”

“your butt had looked so nice, husband of mine. i couldn’t help it.”

“you’re rude.” but he laughs, and its a charming look on him. “mhmh, but only if i’m allowed to do it too.”

—SERO HANTA

just because he wasn’t built like trucks like the rest, doesn’t mean sero isn’t built. although he’s more lean, when he’s stretched out on the couch like this, on his stomach, his muscles strained over his arms where he kept them underneath the pillow his head was resting, and his thighs and legs were on full display with the tail end of his ducky socks— you remember just how juicy he is.

especially his very prominent butt, looking exceptionally delicious.

and free real estate for a little grab and jiggle.

so you settle by his legs, peeling them off and putting them on your lap. he stirs but doesn’t do much, because for some reason, hanta is harder to wake up at home. you do know he’s alert most of the time, can barely even think about sleeping outside of the house.

what you don’t know is that the atmosphere both of you have built in this house felt like safe haven to him, and every single one of his instincts as a pro-hero quiets. melts. the safety is lulling, and his heartbeat knows your every little movement. the patters of your feet, the warmth of your skin against his. . .

you quiet the ever functioning pro-hero’s instinct.

so when his legs are on your lap, you grab a handful and made it jiggle. its fascinating how he doesn’t wake up from the first contact. you knead more, fascinated by the fat and muscle, and when you give it a smack, you hear a muffled sound.

you freeze, turning to the silky strands of dark hair spilling over the other side of the body you were playing with.

“. . . since when have you been awake, hanta?”

silene.

then another muffled, “. . . am not.”

you smack his butt again, and he shrieks unmistakably, peeling into laughter as he rearranges himself to turn toward you, hauling you by your arms instead and manoeuvring you on top of him, before he lays you both down, starfish pancake style.

he groans into your hair, snuggling you close as he laughs sleepily. “you were having too much fun, thought i’d you give that at least. after all, it’s your favourite ass.”

you pinch his waist and he shrieks again, laughing as he tries to pinch you. you’re too embarassed to say anything, just carding your other hand through his hair.

“i mean,” he says. “to be fair, i did like it. it felt like a really nice massage. the smacking might be too much though. woke my fucking soul up.” he nuzzles into your hair, mumbling, “say. . . can you do that again?”

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RANDOM headcanons (PART I)

*Pictures do not belong to me and are taken from Google & Unsplash

Hello, all you beautiful people🥰 I'm finally free of exams and back to my writings, yayyy! This piece is all random... it has fluff, smut and angst. Literally these are things that hit me like epiphanies during my hibernation period. Also, this is my first time doing a mood board edit? without Gavin's pics. I wanted to try something new and I think the pictures and quotes reflect some of the headcanons~

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I've realised that the post was too long so I've divided in half. Content wise everything is the almost similar as the original post, just a few tweaks here and there.

Part II

Gavin x you

WC: 2298

Beta: Quiche

TW: Please be aware that some of the headcanons are suggestive and/or NSFW specifically the last two. MDNI for headcanon 6 & 7🔞

Enjoy reading

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When he takes your hand, the warmth of his large calloused hands encasing your smaller ones suffuses throughout your body, from the tips of your hair to your toes, making you feel like you can face any obstacle the world puts forth. He doesn’t say it, but he gets the exact same feeling when you reach out and entwine your fingers with his, because what he feels with you is the long lost warmth of home.

He joins you as you’re bobbing your ass to Law & Order: SVU’s opening, swaying his body side to side, even at times attempting to shake his muscular ass sexily as you stare and stare and try your hardest to hold in your laughter. How can someone who blushed so easily at the mere mention of a kiss go from that to here, shaking his ass like a stripper—albeit not a very good one. That short exhibition may at times leave you breathless with laughter or with need but it always ends with him stealing a kiss or two from you. 

All things bitter has Gavin’s face turning the other way but bitter gourd, now that fruit deserves a special honour for its power because at the mere mention of it, a moue quickly appears. It’s something he absolutely vehemently dislikes. So that is what Gavin found laying on a bed of rice with other condiments. Stir fried bitter gourd, in response to something he hid. “A punishment. Be glad you’re not eating it raw.” Apologies and frustrated groans fell on deaf ears, he had to eat it or risk silent treatment. Face contorting in disgust, he painfully chewed the abominable food, quickly swallowing it with some help of water and a few head pats.

Peaceful. That’s how he looks when he’s asleep. A relaxed pout with his breaths warming your face—one hand in your hair, another wrapped around your hips—fingers lightly brushing your derrière— sometimes bringing your thigh over his hips creating a cocoon of serenity. A mumble or two joins the chirping of crickets and psithurism when you move in his embrace. Grasping his exposed lower back, you burrow deeper into the warmth radiating from him. So peaceful… 

Petrichor. That’s what the unique earthy smell of rain currently flooding your nostrils is called. There you are with Gavin in the middle of the empty street lit only by the lamp posts, swaying your bodies at adagio with the rain pitter-pattering like staccato notes on a piano. He was reluctant at first, afraid that you would come up with a cold but he is a worrywart when it comes to you. “Saying it only makes it come true. You have to positively believe it won’t happen”, you wisely remarked. A light banter ended with you dragging him out and there is where you are now, twirling in the rain and returning to the comfort of his arms, back against his chest. Suddenly you're in his arms as he princess carries you and whirls around—your face like the keys for the the staccato notes to play. The rain washes all worries away with only unrestrained childlike happiness remaining—encasing this sweet reprieve like chocolates. Staring intently at one another, clothes dripping wet, giggling through the kisses as the moonlight refracts from the rain drops, it’s all utterly perfect.

Soft delicious pants and groans fall from his lips when he becomes one with you. An occasional moan or two when your fingers drag along his spine swallowed by kisses frantic, deep and hot. The mingling of breaths, the hard suck of skin, the kisses scattered across one another’s bodies, the saccharine words tumbling from one’s lips, the pleasurable cries of ecstasy at the taut coil snapping within one’s bodies, all burned in your brain, an indelible image.

The sounds leaving his beautiful kissable lips, a rhapsody so melodies it invokes a sense of pride and hunger but most of all, a pure need in you. A need to break all his barriers, a need to send him flying through the clouds of euphoria, a need for him to be utterly spent and sated. Each breathless gasp and moan, tingling your body sending your synapses into overdrive straight to your core. A predatory glance at him—has his fingers curling in your messy hair—before stroking and sucking him deeper and finally his barriers break with a whispered cry of your name as thick streams of cum bathe your tongue. Having flown through the clouds of euphoria utterly spent and sated, he wraps his arms around you bringing you onto his lap with hush promises of sending you to heaven with mind numbing orgasms. And send you he does. 

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A/N: Thank you for reading and welcome new followers!❤️

Btw, I recently watched The Lord of The Rings after more than a decade and I fell in love with it. I was never really into it since I watched it when I was very young and Gollum scared the bejesus out of me. It did not help that my father used to imitate Gollum's voice and scare me more. I mean Gollum is still creepy now but I imagine Andy Serkis doing it and it becomes so hilarious. As you can see there's a Tolkien quote there in the pic. When Arwen uttered it, OMG I melted into a puddle of goo. It was so romantic, I mean the whole scene was romantic🥺 Like I had this whole scenario of my future partner doing the same (I'll probably force them) Maybe I should've included it in the headcanon...Aragorn crept up on me! He's such a beautiful character and Viggo portrayed him beautifully. Viggo Mortenson has now joined my list of people that I admire and adore😚 And the opening theme, OMG the theme itself introduces you with an anticipation, wonder, wariness, sadness—it's so mystical like you're going for an adventure with the characters. I watched all 3 movies with my mom (she loves Legolas) and really it was so wonderful. I can't wait to read the books! Oh look, I gave a mini review... Oh well~

If anybody's asking who dances to the Law & Order theme, *slowly raises hand*. The theme's so iconic. I can't help but swaying to it. Although, I headcanon Gavin to be a bad dancer—the man can't be good at everything. The rain scene in the headcanon is also inspired by my love of drenching myself in the rain courtesy of my father who loves doing the same.

Anyway, I'm hoping to be more productive and write more! Again thank you for reading!

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Part II

Delve into my world~