#i love a shawl collar tux

[georgiapeach30513]

He really should model more Tom Ford. More suits! If I see another pair of loose, pleated, ill-fitting pants I might riot.

Look at him...the legs, that stance, the open collar. It's a three piece tux but he's making it formal and hot at the same time. That GG look...it's the shawl lapel. It takes it from strict, rigid tux to sexy tux. These are also more classic cuts, he's a classic look kinda a guy. He's not trend of the moment for clothing. Hair and beard on point too at the GG. The smirk also helps. 🤭

Chris is a classy man! I think more classic cuts suit him. He can play it up with color, I didn’t hate the blue velvet tux. I didn’t love the colonel Sanders tux from Knives Out. But usually his red carpet looks are good. Ilaria seems to have too many clients and not enough identities.

[mixedmediahmm]

all the uhh cut & clothes queries for callie :]

Ah! The cat girlie superhero time >:)

night: What does your OC wear to sleep? Do they have a favorite pair of PJs, or are they more the birthday suit type?

This eight year old is ROCKING her big girl Batman PJs. She also has Wonder Woman ones but only wears them when the other ones aren't in the wash.

day: What does your OC wear on a normal day? Why do they default to those clothes? Do they wear similar things, or do they change it up?

She wears a lot of different things but usually goes with a skirt with shorts under it and a t shirt. Sometimes she'll ditch the skirt entirely but usually sticks to a certain style of sporty girl.

formal: What's your OC's formal look? Do they like dressing up? Do they have different looks for different occasions?

She usually doesn't like dressing formally cause it usually means no fun but her mom and brother want her to look her best so she tries! Has a nice flow purple and white dress she throws a black jacket over. She hides a pair of pants under them in case she needs to "get serious".

informal: What's your OC's lazy-day look? How do they like to dress when they're winding down?

BIG T-SHIRTS all the way. Along with baggy tattered pants. On weekends she just gets into her brother's hand-me-down clothes and lays about until there's something to do.

outerwear: What's your OC's outerwear situation? Jacket, sweater, cloak? What sort of weather do they deal with most and how do they protect themselves?

She's in the midwest so LOTS of wind and humidity. Can deal with the humidity with her usual wear but for wind she tries to have some form of shawl or blanket near to avoid getting chilly.

footwear: What does your OC wear on their feet?

Yellow sneakers for the most part, will sometimes slip on some nice boots in the winter though. HAS to be slip on or velcro cause she detests the idea of any kind of knot.

road: What does your OC wear while traveling? Do they have high-quality equipment, or are they making do? What does their gear look like?

Since her dad's a truck driver, she'll sometimes get the chance to ride with him! She usually wears a T-Shirt under a big old sweatshirt along with some longer jeans cause he usually blasts the ac way cold. And always carries a little to-go bag that's just her DS and a notebook to scribble on if she gets bored on the way.

armor: What kind of armor does your OC wear? Is it well kept? Bonus: where does it come from? Is there a story behind it?

Most of her heroine outfit is just a nice little sleeveless tux with shorts and gloves! The helmet of it has night vision and also a communicator with her brother and the knee as well as shoulder pads are just for extra safety. Her brother Scott was the one that assembled the outfit and gadgets all together in an effort to help her help the town.

arms: Does your OC have any weapons? What weapons do they carry, and how do they wear them when they're not fighting?

She has weapons and gadgets her brother made for her! Her belt can turn into a grappling hook, shoes and mock cat ears give her a sense of attacks before they happen, gloves have a Swiss army knife type deal and the pads on it help her stick and her collar can snap off and become a staff! When not fighting crime it all usually just gets stuffed back into her pack.

roots: Is your OC's look inspired by any specific style of clothing or fashion trend? What are the roots and/or inspiration for their look?

The entire clothes store Justice. Some Claires aesthetics are also squeezed in there but for the most part I wanted the early 2010s style of kids clothing for weird little girls/aff.

texture: Does your OC favor any specific kinds of cloth or textures? Is there anything they can't wear or don't like? What sort of fabrics do they prefer?

This girl loves the feel of cotton. T-Shirts are her bread and butter and loves tugging her collar so much. She also enjoys the sounds and feel of her bead bracelets clinking together!

wardrobe: How big is your character's wardrobe? Do they wear things threadbare, or can they afford new clothes often? Are they any good at mending and repairing their own clothing?

Like many young girls she gets SO many clothes from family members and such and her family can afford new things but she never usually asks for them! Can go off what she gets. Also in theory she can fix her clothes; she usually just lets her mother or grandpa handle that for her cause she hasn't mastered needle work.

[reconditarmonia]

kind of love the shawl collar and cutaway look in interesting material/over a big skirt, here! I bet it'd look great in more traditionally suit/tux-like coloring.

Dinner dress made in 1878 by Parisian couturier Émile Pingat

[dragonmuse]

Omg, Izzy getting teary eyed at being propsed to is just AAAWWWW i love him so much ❤❤❤ it makes me wonder if he'd get emotional with other wedding-type stuff, like if Read sees him as a parental figure, if she ever wanted to marry Anne would she ask Izzy to do the traditional walk-me-down-the-aisle, even if it was just a courthouse deal? Soft Izzy is so adorable, he needs to come out more xxx

When Read and Anne get married (a few years down the line, Anne doesn't even move in with Read until they both finish school and Read is settled into her professional life. Anne proposes because Read won't, concerned that Anne might've gone off marriage all things considered), Izzy asks if they actually want a courthouse wedding and Anne says 'I mean that's what I did last time...' and Read goes doe eyed 'absolutely not, let's blow this out'.

Izzy will absolutely bankroll a big ridiculous wedding. He will complain about a lot of it (not the spending money part because he knows Read'll try to back out if he says word one about it), but the ridiculousness of the vendors and do you know how many spreadsheets blah blah blah. But he will also make sure that Read (and fine Anne too cause he grows to like her, she goes in the 'Yes' bin despite being a big hassle) has everything she wants.

Read would wear a white suit with a white embroidered shawl collar, Anne would finally get the dress that she wanted for her first wedding, very 1920s with a bird cage veil, also in white. Anne asks Flint to walk her down the aisle, mostly for the lolz, but he looks sharp in a tux and is actually really sincere about it.

Izzy walks Read down the aisle. He doesn't cry then. He cried in private after she asked him. Maybe a little during the request, but that's between them.

He does smile the entire day though which makes more than one person genuinely ask if he's unwell.

[melk917]

Raúl in that tux is giving me your formal wear hc for kinktober vibessss, the things I would do to him my GOD

oh my GOD. That tux. I, too, would do exactly that fic to him (among many, many other things).

Listen. I fucking love a navy tux anyway, but this one??? I love the detail in it. I always prefer a shawl collar (especially on him), and the black on blue is great. And then the PATTERN & TEXTURE. God, I love. It makes it a bit sassy without being punch-you-in-the-face edgy.

Yeah I have a lot of thoughts and feelings about the tux.

And then him in the tux.

Fuck.

[anjuschiffer]

The Fabric Roll Of Fate

So this has been sitting in my WIPs since October of last year... Finally had the time to finish it up! More like I couldn’t sleep so I finally worked on it

Hope you enjoy it!

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Tag: @theatreandcomicfreak @damianette-is-life @toodaloo-kangaroo (welcome to the permanent taglist!)

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It was one of those random family outings, one of those moments that Damian was reluctantly dragged to

He just wanted to stay home and train for the upcoming fencing tournament in his school, one of the few things that Damian looked forward to in the school year

Yet here he was, being held captive and listening to Garyson talk for the umpteenth time about his daughter’s latest adventure

Finding an opening, Damian slips off, walking through alleyways to escape his family, eventually arriving to the fashion district of Gotham

He decides to enter the first store he sees, seeing as his hands were starting to get cold

He hated Gotham’s chilly and cold seasons. Spring was his favorite season.

As he ventures inside the store, he starts to look at the fabric inside, now wondering why fashion designers were so picky with their fabrics

It was when he saw two identical rolls of fabric that he decided to investigate for his answer

As he runs his hands across two white fabrics (linen and velvet), he notices the slight differences, not noticing that he was starting to mumble his observations

It was then that his hand bumps into someone else’s Damian turning to see a girl his age.

“Sorry! I didn’t mean to bother you!” She quickly apologizes. “You were probably in your zone and-”

“I was simply looking at them. You didn’t interrupt anything.”

Damian watches as the girl relaxes and smiles at him.

“I see. Well, if you need any help, I’d be happy to help! Is there a certain reason you’re-”

“I was thinking of hiring someone to make me a suit for an upcoming event-” Damian attempted to lie (although he technically didn’t as his family was looking for one...not like he was going to tell them about the one he just found), taken aback when the girl looked at him with twinkling eyes. What was going on

“A suit? So I’m guessing a tux, but if you want something to make you standout- but I think you don’t want that, huh?” She begins to look him up and down, quickly mumbling some numbers to herself. “Black or any dark color would suit you, but having emerald accents-no! Gold accents would suit you better.” Damian remains silent as she circles him, not once placing a hand on him. “Shawl collars, traditional or modern could work. Definitely single breast, maybe tail-oh god no. No tails.” Damian watched as her eyes filled with happiness. “A cumberbund would definitely suit you. That’s where I can place the gold!”

Damian kept listening as the girl kept listing ideas to herself, watching with awe as she kept the ideas coming, eventually snapping out of his trance when she presented him a card.

“If you don’t mind, I’d like to make that suit. Of course! The decision is yours if you’d allow me to make it.” He watches as the girl points to a phone number and email address in rose gold. “Give me a call, text or email if you decide to accept my offer. See ya!”

Damian is left dumbfounded as he watches her go and pick some fabric rolls, purchase them and then leave.

“What just happened?”

Damian looks at the all black card in his hand. On one side was the phone number and email. On the other, the letters M D C were on the card, a single line going through the three letters. Simple, yet elegant.

Damian ends up accepting the offer, setting to meet the girl that Friday afternoon after his classes.

When his family attempts to tag along, he tells them no, setting on going alone.

“Welcome to my humble home.” She greets him after picking him up (she insisted despite Damian saying he had his own mode of transport) at the rendezvous and then to her flat. He was faced with one of Gotham’s most expensive penthouses, Damian wondering who exactly was this girl who can afford one of his father’s expensive hotels.

“Do you...live by yourself?”

“Yup! Although my uncle- oh! How can I forget?” The girl says, closing the door behind her. “Sorry for the late introduction! My name’s Marinette. The one behind the upcoming brand MDC. I’m currently here for a commission. Although, by the looks of it, I might end up staying here in Gotham.”

He’s heard of her, the decade’s youngest designer in the fashion world, or so he’s heard.

“Now, let’s start with getting your measurements, shall we?”

One visit became two, to then various

And they were mainly never about his suit that she was making him.

He didn’t know why he found him attracted to her place...to her

But simply felt at home with her

He quickly learns everything about her. Her old school life, her friends, her ex, her parents, hobbies, and old commissions. 

At first he thought she graduated early from highschool because of her bully, but it turns out that it was because she already had all her requirements done and seeing that there was no other reason to stay, she left. Also, having more time is what she needed if she wanted to succeed in the fashion world. So when her uncle (who he learns is Jagged Stone) offered her a hand, she took it and came to Gotham.

But Damian didn’t just listen, he also talked about himself

About Titus, his family, his fencing tournament. His opinions on Selina. His mixed feelings about his mother.

His family kept trying to follow him, but they have yet to figure out where he would go every other afternoon and evening.

Months pass, the suit already done and ready to be worn, but it still wasn’t the day of the Gala yet. But even then, Damian still stopped by, often times letting Marinette use him as a mannequin and dress form

Sometimes they would continue to talk about their mundane lives or things from the past that still ate at them, anything for Damian to simply listen to her voice because while he didn’t fully accept it, he knew he had feelings for her.

A scene that happens:

“And the worst part was that Alya knew she was lying. Lila was definitely not there because Alya was there. She was the one who saw Ladybug capture the akuma not Lila. Lila wasn’t anywhere near Paris when it even happened!” Marinette huffed as she tippy toed to make sure she was measuring the correct portion of Damian’s back. 

Damian felt her presence ever so close to him, causing him to panic. Yes, he only allowed her to invade his personal space, but this was too much for his heart. 

The aroma of baked goods always radiated from her and being this close only made Damian want to become obsessed with the smell even more. 

“So even with that in mind, this Alya decided to take the other girl’s stance?” Marinette let out a sigh, walking in front of Damian and throwing the tape measure around his neck, causing him to tense up. 

“Yeah, and I guess that’s what really made me snap to reality when it came to Alya.” Mari frowned at that, tightening the tape closer to each other to get a collar measure. 

Lord, did she have no idea how much restraint Damian had to put himself under for just wanting to kiss her right now, but he knew better than than. 

He took her hands away from the tape, noticing her eyes lacking that shine they usually carry when she’s in the crafting zone. He looked at her hands, covered in calluses and a few sewing mishaps. Even when they were covered in painful memories, Marinette hands were still gentle. “What’s gentle?” 

Damian’s breath hitched, realizing that he said that last part out loud. 

“You are.” Damian said, bringing her hands to his lips to kiss. Damian couldn’t help but feel victorious at the sight of Marinette glowing pink. “You’re a gentle and kind person. She doesn’t deserve your kindness if she was willing to quickly push you aside like that.”

Marinette looked straight at Damian before throwing herself into his chest, almost causing him to tip back. “Thank you, Damian.”

A few days were left until the gala, and it just had to be that time when his stupid brothers found out about his meetings with Marinette (and him coning to terms that he absolutely loves her)

“A girl, huh?” Jason would tease while Dick tried to gathering more information about Damian’s “friend”

“She’s simply designing my suit for-”

“The gala. Sure Lil’ D.” Grayson would say before wanting to pry more information from him. 

“Why don’t you invite her to the gala?” Bruce proposes, Damian no thinking about it

“Maybe I will.” He regrets saying

And Marinette ends up saying yes, now panicking about what to wear

“What about that dress?” Damian points to her almost completed black dress.

A high collared black dress with long sleeves was what Damian was referring to. With an open back and skirt that fell to the ground, it’s golden accents by the collar that ran across the chest...it would match his own all black suit with golden accents at the shoulders and cumberbund. 

“That.. that could actually work.”

Time skip to the gala, where when the two arrive, they steal the spotlight because not only did Damian arrive with a date, but she was stunning. Despite being three inches taller than him, Marinette was perfect by his side

“So Damian, what’s her name and how’d you meet this girl?” Jason asked first, but to Dick’s annoyance.

“Her name’s Marinette Dupain-Cheng, the one behind both of our attires.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you Miss Dupain-Cheng.” Bruce manages to say despite being surprised by Damian’s new development.

“So how-” Tim attempted to ask, but marinette cut him off.

“We met at a fabric store. A fabric roll brought us together.”

The night goes on, with it ending by Marinette asking Damian to be her boyfriend. (Damian then also reveals that he was also going to ask her to be his girlfriend)

“Of course.” He says, having to stretch to kiss her, glad to have gone into that fabric store that day.

Sure, it was weird, but Damian was glad to day that a single fabric roll decided their fate of meeting each other.

[thatesqcrush]

The Wedding

Rafael Barba x Reader. For kink bingo: voyeurism. CW: male masturbation. NSFW, obvs. WC: 2145. 

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“Are you sure you know where you are going?” Rafael replied, staring at the road ahead of you.

“Yes, Rafael – I know where I am going. And besides, Alexa…” You replied, with an annoyed huff. Alexa chimed in to make a turn and you shifted the turn signal on.

“We’re going to be late.” Rafael muttered. You glanced at Rafael quickly, before looking back at the road.

“We’re going to be fine.” You replied in a sing song voice, trying to not get any more irritated. “Right on time.”

“I’m the best man – I am Carisi’s best man. I am going to be late.”

“I know you’re Carisi’s best man. We are 5 miles away. Fifteen minutes tops. They’re not going to start without us.”

“That’s if you’re the bride! Or the groom!” Rafael replied exasperated. He stared out the passenger side, a mixture of yellow, gold, copper, red, burgundy, and orange leaves whirring past him. “I still need to drop off my things at the farmhouse.”

You ignored him. “It’s leaf peeping season here in New York. Did you know that? I never understood that but now, coming up here – I get it. It’s so beautiful. I would totally do this with someone…” you trailed off.

You focused on the road ahead. Internally you were swearing up and down. You didn’t mean to be running behind to Amanda and Sonny’s wedding. Originally you were planning on taking the train but then planned track work derailed – literally and figuratively – that plan. So you decided to drive – and because driving to new places gave you anxiety, you decided to give yourself an extra hour of wiggle room. That hour was shot to shit when Rafael called about his rental not showing up. And then you had made a wrong turn and traffic had built up earlier on which further set you back

Now Rafael was blathering in your ear about how you were making him late. Had this been any other person, you would have torn them a new one – you hated being barked at while driving – it made you more anxious and tense. Which was surprising considering the line of work you were in. You were a detective, second grade with Special Victims. This was your pet peeve. And because you had a crush on Rafael from the moment you started, you let this – him griping at you, slide. When you first began to work at SVU, you were instantly taken by the handsome prosecutor. He was intelligent, fashionably sensitive, and his sassy one-liners always made you chuckle. He also cared for the victims and it was his passion for both the victim and the law – taking on cases no one else dared to, made you fall for him that much more. ‘Does Rafael knew how handsome he is?’ you wondered as you waited for the traffic light to change. You snapped out of your reverie and gave Rafael a pleading look.

“Rafael – ten minutes. Just give me ten. We will be there.” You let out a deep exhale and pressed your foot on the gas pedal a little heavier.

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The wedding venue – a repurposed barn in upstate New York - was unique and versatile, rustic yet chic. The ceremony took place on the manicured paddock, cocktail hour took place on the lawn and then dinner and dancing took place in the barn itself. For those guests not into dancing, they relaxed with their drinks and desserts by the fire pit.

You watched Amanda and Sonny dance with Jessie and Billie. The little family was all smiles. Earlier in the day, it had been unseasonably warm but by nightfall there was a small chill. You wrapped your shawl around your shoulders and rubbed the tops of your arms. Rafael was sitting by the fire pit, finishing off his drink. He sat forward, his shoulders slumped. You made way to the bar and nabbed two beers before making way outside.

“Hey there counselor. Enjoying yourself?”

Rafael smiled when he saw you and moved over on the bench he was sitting, to make space for you. You murmured a thanks and then handed him a beer.

“Thanks, Y/N.” Rafael replied. “Salud.”

You clinked your bottle with his. “Cheers.” You took a long drag of your beer, watching as the flames danced in front of you.

Despite the roar of the ongoing party, you could hear the sound of crickets chirping and it was soothing. The string quartet began to play “Can’t Help Falling In Love” and you looked wistfully at the dancefloor laid out on the grass.

“Do you dance Rafael?” You asked.

Rafael perked up. He stood up and put his drink down and then reached for your hand. You took another swig of your beer, neatly folded your shawl and then put your beer down before taking his hand. Rafael led you to the dance floor. You wrapped your arms around his neck while his hands gripped your hips.

“You’re quite the dancer Mr. Barba.” You complimented. The combination of his solid body against yours mixed with his cologne made you feel intoxicated and warm. Rafael hummed his appreciation and in response drew you closer to him.

“I’m sorry for snapping at you earlier. I was just anxious about getting here.” Rafael apologized. You pulled back and saw the sincerity in his eyes.

You shook your head and waved him off. “It’s fine – we were running late – shit happens. I was anxious too. I mean we made it, didn’t we? Yes by the skin of our teeth, but we made it.”

“No, I was out of line.” Rafael replied. “I should have just said thank you for the ride. The last thing I would want is to have you be upset with me.”

“Really? And why’s that?” You asked, curious and ever hopeful, searching his eyes.

Rafael cleared his thought, his throat suddenly dry as he racked his brain as to what to say. “Because it would make the ride back to the city super awkward.” He lied. Rafael turned his head, unable to meet your eyes. And in turn, missed the disappointed look on your face. In reality, he was completely fascinated with you. And he had been since he first met you a year and a half ago when you joined SVU.  You had made your own lateral move to SVU, transferring over from white collar crimes. Rafael would watch you out of the corner of his eye, admiring your intelligence and quick wit. You showed empathy for the victims. You had a keen sense of skirting the law but were always able to maintain its integrity. A lot of the time, you drove him – and sometimes your commander – ostensibly crazy. To top it off, you were beautiful. Whenever he was in close quarters with you, he felt enchanted, like a moth to a flame. But you were also fourteen years his junior and he was certain the feeling was not mutual. ‘Why be with me, basically a viejo with commitment issues when you could be with someone younger who was more handsome and could offer you the world.’ He would bitterly think on more than one occassion.

You both continued dancing and you closed your eyes, lost in the play pretend that there was more between you and Rafael. ‘The detective and the lawyer.’ You snorted to yourself – ‘sounds like a cheesy Harlequin romance novel. You then imagined Rafael bare chested with his leg propped on a rock and you snorted again. Rafael looked over at you, his brow cocked and you felt your cheeks burn. “You look very handsome today.” You replied in an attempt to change the subject.

“Thank you. So do you.” Rafael replied. And to him, you did in your mint floral maxi dress with a lace-up crisscross bodice. He wasn’t used to seeing you so dressed up and when you came to pick him up with a full face of makeup on, he damn near came in his pants right there on the corner of 85th and Lexington Avenue.  The song overlapped into the next and soon two songs became three, then four. Some picked up in beat and by the end, you were both hot, sweaty and out of breath. Your hair, which had been pinned up, had fallen. His eyes tracked a single bead of sweat as it dripped down your collarbone and down your chest, finally landing in between the swell of your breasts. He swallowed hard trying hard to ignore how his cock twitched against his pants.

“I think I am going to get another drink.” Rafael replied. “Do you want one?” You nodded in response and watched him take off. You bit your lip - ‘damn that ass looks good in a tux.’ 

“Are you going to make your move tonight? You should.” A voice interrupted your thoughts.

You looked over at the bride who joined you. “Do you want to die on your wedding day? I mean that’s awfully macabre.”

“I swear on my babies, that man is in love with you. And I know you have some feelings for… what did you say? Oh, that’s right! The one with the gleaming crystal eyes and the mouth that looks like it just finished eating a peach.” Amanda winked.

“I said no such – oh who I am kidding. I said that.” You sighed. “I don’t know. What if he rejects me? That ride home will be so awful.”

“If he does that, then it’s a good thing you’re at a wedding full of cops. We know how to bury bodies and get rid of the evidence.” Amanda replied. “But seriously – make the move.”

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You hiked up your dress and looked all over for Rafael. He went to the bar – he should have been back by now. The venue was large and people were still milling about. You spotted Sonny, who was carrying a sleeping Billie in his arms.

“Sonny! Have you seen Rafael?” You asked.

“He went to the farmhouse to check his phone or something. Something about checking on a filing. You know how he is – work, work, work. Did you see Amanda?”

“Over that way – thanks.” You pointed behind you. You leaned up and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “Congratulations again.”

“Thanks – and thanks for coming. So glad you were able to make it.” Sonny replied.

You nodded and continued walking towards the farmhouse which wasn’t that far off from the events venue. The farmhouse was quiet and almost eerie. Your heels made an obscene sound against the hardwood floor and you paused to remove them. “Rafael?” You called out. No answer.

A light from down the hall caught your eye and you made your way down. The door was open a crack and what you saw, made you pause.

Rafael was sitting on a bed, his cock jutting out of his tuxedo and he was masturbating furiously.

Rafael pumped and stroked himself rhythmically. He squeezed at the base with every downstroke of him fucking his fist. Rafael let his thumb glide across the head of straining cock, smearing pre-cum. Rafael released himself and spit into his hand before resuming his movements, now stroking faster. He let out a moan and you were stunned to hear your name escape his lips. Desire pooled in your belly and you felt a delicious ache develop in between your legs. You wanted to so badly to hike up your dress and touch yourself to relieve that sweet ache but you couldn’t. Instead you watched, utterly transfixed at Rafael masturbating. About you. You were his fantasy plaything. Your nipples strained at the confines of your dress and you reached up to cup one. You could feel your arousal grow in intensity – if you weren’t wet before, you were now – you were positively soaked.

Rafael moaned your name as his hips bucked; his balls began to feel heavy and that familiar coil in his gut began to emerge, signaling his need for release. Rafael began to stroke himself feverishly, working faster and faster. “Oh fuck Y/N, take that cock – let me fill you up with my come.” Rafael made noises of a man who had been denied for far too long. You bit down on your bottom lip to avoid gasping and you winced as the taste of blood filled your mouth.  Rafael continued to stroke himself, cupping a hand in front of him, and you realized that he was about to come.

You take a step back and the floor creaked and you silently curse. You peeked through again and you met Rafael’s eyes from where he is sitting. He looked completely aghast at having been caught.

You smirked, and opened the door wider, taking a step in. You turned to shut the door behind you and you made certain to lock it. Turning towards Rafael, you begin to slip off your dress.

“How about you give me a ride as a thanks for earlier?”

FIN.

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[jhopejoon]

Affinity + K. Namjoon

❦ → [pairing]: kim namjoon x reader

❦ → [genre] : good ol’ fluff, but it gets a bit frisky hehe 

❦ → [warnings] : n/a

❦ → [this is a respost from my main blog uwu]

Lazily, you twirled the plastic straw in your daiquiri- the substance was practically watered down now due to you neglecting it. Sighing, you rested your hand in your palm as you looked at the guests mingling around the wedding reception. Everyone was already a bit tipsy- you could hear your aunt loudly talking over the music. The autumn air blew a bit, making the lace of your dress swish by your ankles.

“Sweetie, why don’t you come to the photo booth and take some pictures?” you laughed at your mother’s wine drunk state, as she leaned into you. You could smell the pungent odor of the overly expensive alcohol linger on her breath.

“Nah, mom maybe later. I already went twice with Yoongi and Guk.” you sighed, referring to your Older Brother and Cousin. Your mom hummed behind you leaning into kiss your cheek.

“Okay dear,” she sing-songed as she sauntered away, stumbling slightly in the grass. You wiped away the residue of lip gloss that was left on your cheek, and groaned a bit. Pulling out your phone from your clutch the time read 5:53 pm.

I’ll go back to the room at 6. You thought to yourself as you downed the last of your drink.

“Whoa there sis, don’t you think it’s a bit early to be getting drunk?” a deep voice chuckled behind you. Grunting, you put the glass down on the table a bit hard.

“Yoongi, if you don’t shut the fu-,” Yoongi squished your cheeks with his hands making your mouth form the resemblance of a fish. He hummed and grinned at you, the bitch was mocking you.

“Now now,” the platinum blonde chided, releasing your cheeks and sitting back into the chair, “I know damn well, you have been eyeing Namjoon like you want to choke on his big, thick coc-”

“Yoongi!” you shouted at him, cheeks blazing with pink. He leaned back in his seat, circling the rim of his wine glass grinning at you. He clinked his gaudy rings along the glass and ‘tsked’ at you. Scowling at him you stuffed your face with the rolls that were in the basket on the table.

“__, it’s okay you know,” Yoongi said looking at you with teasing eyes. You glared at him through puffed cheeks filled with fluffy dough, swallowing a bit roughly before speaking.

“It’s not  mom and dad are practically begging me to be in a relationship. Its harassment,” you whined to him picking at pearls that laced the linen table cloth. Yoongi eyed you, and you knew why. It’s not that your older brother pitied you, he just knows that you’ve always been insecure when it came to relationships.

“Sis, I don’t know why you’re scared to date you aren’t that ugly-,’ he yawned bringing the wine glass to his mouth. You threw a half eaten roll at him as he brought the glass down from his mouth. He caught it with ease, “Thanks I was getting hungry,” he winked at you, shoving the entire roll in his mouth.

“Don’t be a dick,” you hissed stealing his wine glass and taking a sip. He barked a laugh, the silver in his ears tinked together softly. He chewed the roll in his mouth about to steal his glass back when someone interrupted you.

“Min Yoongi! Can you please stop harassing your sister or I will personally chop your dick off!” You looked behind you to see your best friend, Jess, in all white. She held a wine glass in her manicured fingers, her wedding band tinking against the glass as she slapped Yoongi on the head with her shawl.

“Woman! Stop hitting me- Ow!” Jess, continued her assault as you sat there and continued to drink.

“Hyung, what did you do for my wife to hate you?”  Your cousin Jungkook laughed, placing his hands on the back of your chair up behind you. He grinned at you and leaned down to peck your forehead. You swatted him away as you downed Yoongi’s wine.

“Hey, Jess, darling, can you please not assault my best friend?” Jungkook said after taking a swig out of his beer bottle. Jess looked up from hitting Yoongi, rolling her eyes she stopped and shuffled over to you. Yoongi rubbed his head whispering curses beneath his breath.

“__! As much as I hate to agree with your idiotic brother, he’s right. You have been looking at Namjoon for awhile now.” Your best friend teased, as she sat down in the chair on your left.

Wincing upon hearing his name again you sighed. You looked up discreetly to see Namjoon laughing with some of the guests. Ironically enough- you were both part of Jess and Jungkook’s wedding party. You two even walked down the aisle together. But, you never had the guts to ask him out or anything. Thinking that he was way out of your league. His dark brown hair looked soft, and the richness of his tan skin made him stand out in his grey tux. The silver hoops moved with his head as he laughed- all dimples and smiles.

“Jess you do know I am, me, and Namjoon is.. Namjoon?” you spoke with wide eyes leaning towards your friend. Jess rolled her eyes and looked at Jungkook and Yoongi. Looking at them as if she was saying, “help me out you dumbasses.”

“Uhhh,” Yoongi crooned, as he swatted Jungkook on the back of the head making him choke on the beer he swallowed.

“Wow! Would you look at that duck, it’s such a nice color! Guk, let’s go look at it!” Yoongi said dragging the younger man by the collar of his tux. Jungkook whined, but complied as he was dragged away.

“Idiots,” Jess mumbled into her wine glass. You snorted leaning back into your chair.

“Tell me about it,” you said rolling your eyes. Jess eyed you from the rim of her glass, bringing it down from her mouth she was quiet for a second.

“__, not to be that person, but Joon has been eyeing you since the ceremony. Also he has asked me about you a few times.” Jess said smirking at you while smoothing out the lace in her wedding dress. You looked down at your manicured nails and sighed.

“I think he’s cute and I want to get to know him, but like I said he’s Namjoon and I’m-” Jess squished your cheeks in the same manor Yoongi did.

“Hey, stop it you brat, Namjoon would be an idiot if he didn’t ask you out.” Jess said sincerely, you looked her in the eye and rolled your eyes once again.

“I bon’t bow,” you attempted to say through puckered lips. Jess grinned at you and released your cheeks.

“You won’t know until you try, and you could either find out and something good happens- or never find out and never know, and in this case I don’t think finding out could be a bad thing,” she said taking your hand in hers.

A small ‘tch’ came out of your mouth, the words of advice given from her- were what your uncle always told you. She patted your hand and stood up, the dress swishing by her ankles. Winking at you she sauntered away, and leaning in to give your cheek a quick peck.

You tapped your nails on the table inquisitively, and thought to yourself as you eyed Namjoon again.

I hope you’re right Jess. 

A few hours passed and you still haven’t talked to Namjoon-- besides the few glances that you stole from each other when one wasn’t looking. The reception now moved inside the quaint pub due to the autumn weather dropping the temperatures, also being close to the ocean. Sighing for what seemed the one hundredth time, you looked at the time once again. 7:32 pm. You finished your water and got up from the secluded table to go tell Yoongi you were leaving.

As you tried to maneuver your way through the drunk guests, your dress caught under someone’s shoe causing you to stumble forward. Squeaking as you tried to move a bit to prevent yourself from toppling onto people you already ran into a firm chest. Large hands caught your waist, as you stumbled forward into their grasp.

“I am so sorr-,” Your words came out in a garbled mess as you looked up at your savior. Oh fuck. Namjoon grinned from above you, his dimples more prominent now that you were up close. Your mouth was slightly parted resembling a dead fish, at least that’s what Yoongi said.

“It’s all good love, are you alright?” His voice was rich, as if someone was dragging their body through honey. You blinked up at him, cheeks probably the same shade as Jungkook’s hair.

“I-I um,” Namjoon chuckled as he pulled you closer to him to prevent you from stumbling into anyone else. Large palm sliding against your bare back- curse Jess for making you, the maid of honor, wear a backless dress. You could feel the coolness of his rings glide up your back, to rest right above the swell of your butt.

“I am so sorry Namjoon,” you spoke without hesitating for once. Your hands were on his chest as you tried to maintain eye contact. His deep brown eyes looked so warm and inviting. His laugh was deep, he took a hand away from your waist and gestured you to the bar. He guided you through the sweaty bodies -- a palm placed over your bare back. Your cheeks were ablaze as you made eye contact with Jess who lifted up a champagne glass as she mouthed, Cheers.

You were about to flip the bird, when Namjoon’s voice caught you out of your thoughts.

“Did you say something love?” Namjoon asked as you sat down on a cushioned stool. Your eyes widened as you looked up at him, shaking your head furiously you closed your lips. You felt a bit awkward under his stare, the low bass of the music wasn’t helping much either. Looking up at him again he smiled at you and took a seat next to you, leaning his elbows behind him on the counter.

“Namjoon thank you for helping me, and I am also sorry-,” He turned his head to look at you -- his deep eyes melted into yours, as if he was saying it’s okay. You smiled at him, and turned your attention back towards the abundance of sweaty bodies dancing. After a few seconds Namjoon cleared his throat and began to stand up. You felt embarrassed that you weren’t able to talk to him without getting flustered -- and you thought he was leaving. About to get up and leave, Namjoon stood infront of you, a shy smile on his face as he held a hand out for you.

“Dance with me?” He asked with a hopeful voice. You parted your lips a bit, and smiled at him nodding. Pulling up the train of your dress, you placed your smaller hand in his warm palm as he guided you to the dance floor. A slower song began to play -- ironically. Veering a bit to the edge of the dance floor where less people were centered, he placed both his hands on your hips, surprising you a bit. Looking up at him, he had his full lip caught between his upper teeth. Cheeks burning - you placed your hands on his strong shoulders feeling the rigid muscles beneath his suit jacket. The music was loud, and made the blood in your ears thump.

Namjoon guided you through the beat, his palm sliding between the planes of your back, setting fire to the smooth surface. He kept eye contact with you as he pulled your body impossibly close to his firm body, your hips aligning slightly below his. Your hips hurt from the constant movements to keep up with the rhythm of the music. Resting his forehead against yours he licked his plush bottom lip as he swayed you from side to side.

Your breathing became erratic, as he slowly spun you so that your back was facing his- he guided his hands along the lace of your dress. You could feel his warm hands mingle with the coolness of his rings, as his hands settled on your hips and pulled you back to him. You gasped quietly and gripped his hands that held your waist.

You felt his mouth trail the side of your neck and up to your jawline, his plush lips were soft against your skin. Eyes widened you held your breath, as you melted into his touch. He hummed in your ear, as he continued to move you to the beat of the song.

“You know love,” he said in a low voice against the shell of your ear, “We did walk down the aisle together, so I have no idea why you are so shy.” Your breath hitched a bit you as you stuttered to find your words.

“I-I uh,” having no clue how to answer him, Namjoon chuckled and pulled away from your ear. Pulling you against him again, he pulled your hips side-to-side in a swaying motion, snaking his palm down the front of your stomach. You might as well just had sex with him right there. Tilting your head back on his chest, you got the courage to snake a hand up to his neck-- feeling his pulse and the slight stubble on his prominent jaw.

“__,” your ears perked up to the sound of Namjoon saying your name for the first time. Turning your head up to look at him, he smiled and spun you to face your body towards him. The dance floor was getting crowded -- noticing, Namjoon guided you outside to the deck of the pub.

The cool air nipped through the fabric of your dress- shivering, you pulled your hands to your arms as Namjoon and you walked along the cobblestone road. Namjoon stopped walking and removed his hand from your back, you stopped and turned around to look at him.

The full moon shone on his stature, illuminating the grin he gave you. You smiled at him, as you walked closer to him and unwrapped your hands from your body. Grabbing the lapels of his suit you pulled yourself on your tiptoes and pecked the corner of his mouth.

“Thank you for asking me to dance,” you murmured against his mouth. As you pulled back you could taste peppermint on your cupids bow, the smell of aftershave enveloped you. Looking up at him through your lashes, he gave you a toothy smile, his dimple winking at you. Taking a deep breath you smiled for what felt like the tenth time, shivering again you bowed a bit to him.

“Goodnight Joon,” you said quietly, looking at him one more time before stepping back to return to your room.

Before you could turn all the way around to leave, warm fingertips wrapped around your wrist and pulled you back.

“Wait.” Namjoon said a bit loudly. Startled, you looked back at him. Releasing your arm, he looked at you for a few seconds before he began to take off his suit jacket. Confused you stood there as the cool air nipped at your flushed cheeks.

“Take my jacket, you look cold,” Namjoon spoke as he came closer to you.

“Joon it’s okay-,” He shook his head as he threw the slate grey material over your shoulders, and adjusted it. The jacket swamped your slightly smaller figure, he held onto the sleeves and looked at you.

“Perfect.” he said lowly. You were sure, you could have passed out right there and then if it weren’t for Namjoon pressing his lips against yours.

Gasping a bit, he tested the waters by pecking your lips gently. His full lips were soft, and warm. He pecked you again, pulling your hips into his as you gripped his shoulders. Namjoon’s free hand cupped the back of your neck and twisted the curled hair at the nape. His thumb rubbed your pulse and over your jaw.

You mewled and let your body seep into his, he sucked your bottom lip into his mouth gently, making the skin pulse. You shuddered against his hold as he sneaked his tongue to probe at the roof of your mouth. Nipping and sucking the plush skin of your mouth, you tried to keep up but he was overwhelming, intoxicating.

He slowed the ministrations on your mouth, you whined. Pulling your bottom lip back once more, as he placed a final peck to your mouth. Breathing a bit heavy, Namjoon pulled away. The moon illuminated his flushed cheeks and swollen mouth. Forehead leaned against yours he breathed into your skin, as you tried to catch your breath.

“Goodnight love,” Namjoon whispered releasing you. Letting go of your body, he winked at you and walked back in the direction of his room. You stood there dumb-founded, and mouth tingling.

“What the..” you were confused as you sat down on the bench next to where you and Namjoon had your ‘moment’.

Pulling the jacket tighter to your body, you felt something crinkle in the inside pocket of the jacket. Furrowing your brows you stuck your fingers in the pocket and wriggled out a small piece of paper. In clean handwriting there was a note.

I’m gonna need that suit jacket back, love, in the meantime use it to keep you warm -- I’ll see you at brunch tomorrow, and hopefully after that as well. :)

xxx-xxx-xxxx (In case you miss me too much before tomorrow)

K.N xx

You laughed to yourself, holding the paper in your palms.

“Kim Namjoon,” you whispered, cheeks warm. “Kim fucking Namjoon,” you said again with a smile on your face. 

hope you all enjoyed! this is a repost from my main blog, @jiminspjm​, my rapline content will be posted here now! I ill be making my navigation and all that this week, so please be patient uwu

[d-criss-news]

Darren Criss, the Emmy-winning actor, songwriter, and musician who got his start playing Blaine on the high school dramedy Glee and has most recently starred in Ryan Murphy’s The Assassination of Gianni Versace: American Crime Story on FX, married his longtime love—director, producer, and musician Mia Swier—over the weekend in New Orleans, and the celebration was, as one might expect, one massive concert. Rather than hiring a band, the couple enlisted the help and talent of their wedding guests, including Lea Michele and John Stamos. “You could say we married ourselves, with a little help from our friends,” Darren jokes.

It was a nonstop four-day celebration that started on Valentine’s Day with an ’80s prom night at the burlesque and comedy show hotspot One Eyed Jacks. On Friday, everyone took a swamp tour excursion to the bayou where baby alligators were held and Mia drove an air boat. Later that night, the couple hosted a rehearsal dinner and welcome drinks at Sylvain. Staying on theme, songs were sung at every single event. “It just kept going and nobody wanted it to end,” Darren says. “It was less a celebration of us specifically and more a celebration of the life we’ve built together. The whole thing was a dream. It was exactly what we had hoped it would be. Best weekend of our lives.”

The day of the wedding started out with the couple taking photos at the Ace Hotel. “New Orleans holds a special place in our lives,” Darren explains. “It’s full of fond memories from a lot of time spent there over the years. It encapsulates our collective personality: a combination of hedonism and elegance. It’s a unique, colorful town full of celebration and music. Also, it’s equidistant from our home cities of Los Angeles and New York, where most of our guests were coming from. Suffice it to say, they don’t do things in New Orleans the way they do in other parts of the world—and we wanted to be sure our wedding was unlike anything our guests had experienced before.”

Nothing was traditional—not even their wedding looks. Yes, the bride turned to designer Vera Wang—who was there the morning of the wedding to help her get ready—for her dress, but the soft white strapless crepe gown was subversive. Classic garter-belt elements accented the full tulle skirt, and the cathedral-length tulle veil had black Chantilly lace detailing. Mia finished off the look with white Dr. Martens to boot. Darren, meanwhile, chose an off-white custom Giorgio Armani shawl-collar tuxedo trimmed with silk grosgrain.

Once all of the necessary pre-ceremony photos were taken, Mia and Darren drove over to the ceremony location in a friend’s vintage red Rolls-Royce convertible. “Because I always wanted to roll up to my own wedding in some hot wheels,” Mia shared. The festivities kicked off with an outdoor ceremony in the sculpture garden at the New Orleans Museum of Art. The vibe was very Stevie Nicks meets the mystery and sultry ambiance of the French Quarter.

Wedding designer and planner Kristin Banta covered the space in antique rugs and illuminated it with a sea of candelabras lining the path leading up to several giant oak trees dripping with Spanish moss and Mardi Gras beads. Darren then appeared, grabbed a guitar, and started singing a song to accompany his and Mia’s families down the aisle. When he finished, he went to go retrieve Mia himself , and they both walked up the aisle together.

From there, they gave their own unique spin to typical programming by hosting and officiating their own wedding. Mixed in with friends and family offering words of love and wisdom, songs, poems, and stories, the proceedings were, as guests put it, “So Darren and Mia.” When the newlyweds eventually processed down the aisle, they were joined by a second line band, and together they led guests to the cocktail reception on the front steps of the museum.

At around 10:00 p.m.—right at the moment when guests likely thought things were about to wind down—there was a dramatic light change, and buckets of glow sticks poured onto the steps of the museum, signaling it was time to move into the museum. As the doors flew open, guests were greeted with live music and servers passing trays of what they were told was “dance fuel” (aka shots of tequila and espresso). The live concert portion of the evening had begun.

“One of the things we looked forward to the most was something we actually hid from nearly everyone at the wedding,” Darren explains. “The idea was to take an old tradition and turn it into something a lot cooler and certainly a lot more fun for us as bride and groom.” When guests moved inside the museum, the band introduced the bride and groom and announced that they would have their first song together. “This was our cue to appear at the top of opposite sides of this huge marble staircase. The two of us descending into the crowd was such a beautiful moment, and the point was to have guests think we were going to get to the bottom and have our first dance. But instead, as we reached the stage, I quickly put on a guitar and Mia put on a bass, and we exploded into ‘The Ballroom Blitz’ by Sweet to get the party started. We had a first songtogether as husband and wife—it was the coolest. The whole goal of our wedding was to take traditions and turn them on their heads with our own flair … and me playing a brand new Thinline Telecaster in my white tux with Mia rockin’ out on a matching white Duff McKagan P Bass in a wedding dress and combat boots—that whole moment was probably the pinnacle of that goal.”

The rest of the evening was an almost 3-hour concert featuring a lineup of the couple’s family and friends as performers. By the end of the night, about 30 different songs were performed by almost 30 different guests. “There was absolutely no way I was going to have a wedding where I wasn’t putting all of the music together!” Darren laughs.

At the end of the concert, guests were handed headphones for a silent disco with a personalized playlist of even more of the couples’ favorite songs, split into three different channels. Darren and Mia changed into their final looks of the evening—matching sequin T-shirts—and outside, coffee and beignets from a Cafe Du Monde food truck were up for grabs. Can’t get much more New Orleans than that!

[jiminspjm]

Affinity - K. Namjoon

Jimin x Reader ft. Yoongi & Guk

Genre: Fluff, (It get’s a bix smexy)

Warnings: None!

Word Count: 3k

NOTE: I know this is a Joon blurb but I wanted to post it on here just incase y’all don’t follow my side blog @jhopejoon ;) I will keep this up until like next week around my birthday ishhh? Also this is based on a personal experience but I twisted it a bit so I can have it fit the context hehe.

Dedicated to @guksthighs who is an amazing person and writer! go check her out and her ‘rapunzuel’ story which she is posting today! it’s a Taehyung one uwuw, I love u keke <<<3 (also moodboard is by meee hehe)

Lazily, you twirled the plastic straw in your daiquiri- the substance was practically watered down now due to you neglecting it. Sighing, you rested your hand in your palm as you looked at the guests mingling around the wedding reception. Everyone was already a bit tipsy- you could hear your aunt loudly talking over the music. The autumn air blew a bit, making the lace of your dress swish by your ankles.

“Sweetie, why don’t you come to the photo booth and take some pictures?” you laughed at your mother’s wine drunk state, as she leaned into you. You could smell the pungent odor of the overly expensive alcohol linger on her breath.

“Nah, mom maybe later. I already went twice with Yoongi and Guk.” you sighed, referring to your Older Brother and Cousin. Your mom hummed behind you leaning into kiss your cheek.

“Okay dear,” she sing-songed as she sauntered away, stumbling slightly in the grass. You wiped away the residue of lip gloss that was left on your cheek, and groaned a bit. Pulling out your phone from your clutch the time read 5:53 pm.

I’ll go back to the room at 6. You thought to yourself as you downed the last of your drink.

“Whoa there sis, don’t you think it’s a bit early to be getting drunk?” a deep voice chuckled behind you. Grunting, you put the glass down on the table a bit hard.

“Yoongi, if you don’t shut the fu-,” Yoongi squished your cheeks with his hands making your mouth form the resemblance of a fish. He hummed and grinned at you, the bitch was mocking you.  

“Now now,” the platinum blonde chided, releasing your cheeks and sitting back into the chair, “I know damn well, you have been eyeing Namjoon like you want to choke on his big, thick coc-”

“Yoongi!” you shouted at him, cheeks blazing with pink. He leaned back in his seat, circling the rim of his wine glass grinning at you. He clinked his engagement ring along the ring on his thumb and ‘tsked’ at you. Scowling at him you stuffed your face with the rolls that were in the basket on the table.

“__, it’s okay you know,” Yoongi said looking at you with teasing eyes. You glared at him through puffed cheeks filled with fluffy dough, swallowing a bit roughly before speaking.

“It’s not Yoongs, mom and dad are practically begging me to be in a relationship, I mean I am only 22 for Christ’s sake,” you vented to him picking at pearls that laced the linen table cloth. Yoongi eyed you, and you knew why. It’s not that your older brother pitied you, he just knows that you’ve always been insecure when it came to relationships.

“Sis, I don’t know why you’re scared to date you aren’t that ugly-,” he yawned bringing the wine glass to his mouth. You threw a half eaten roll at him as he brought the glass down from his mouth. He caught it with ease, “Thanks I was getting hungry,” he winked at you shoving the entire roll in his mouth.

“Don’t be a dick,” you hissed stealing his wine glass and taking a sip. He barked a laugh, the silver in his ears tinked together softly. He chewed the roll in his mouth about to steal his glass back when someone interrupted you.

“Min Yoongi! Can you please stop harassing your sister or I will personally chop your dick off!” You looked behind you to see your best friend Jess- in all white. She held a wine glass in her manicured fingers, her wedding band tinking against the glass as she slapped Yoongi on the head with her shawl.

“Yah!! Woman! Stop hitting me- Ow!” Jess, continued her assault as you sat there and continued to drink.

“Yoongs, what did you do for my wife to hate you?” as you once again turned around to see your cousin Jungkook saunter up behind you. He grinned at you and leaned down to peck your forehead. You swatted him away as you downed Yoongi’s wine.

“Hey, Jess, darling, can you please not assault my best friend?” Jungkook said after taking a swig out of his beer bottle. Jess looked up from hitting Yoongi, rolling her eyes she stopped and shuffled over to you. Yoongi rubbed his head whispering something between crazy bitch.

“__! As much as I hate to agree with your idiotic brother, he’s right. You have been looking at Namjoon for awhile now.” Your best friend consoled you as she sat down in the chair on your left.

Wincing upon hearing his name again you sighed. You looked up discreetly to see Namjoon laughing with some of the guests. Ironically enough- you were both part of Jess and Jungkook’s wedding party. You two even walked down the aisle together. But you never had the guts to ask him out or anything. Thinking that he was way out of your league. His dark brown hair looked soft, and the richness of his tan skin made him stand out in his grey tux. The silver hoops moved with his head as he laughed- dimples out and everything.

“Jess you do know I am me, and Namjoon is.. Namjoon?” you spoke with wide eyes leaning towards your friend. Jess rolled her eyes and looked at Jeon and Yoongi. Looking at them as if she was saying c’mon guys help me out?

“Uhhh,” Yoongi crooned, as he swatted Jungkook on the back of the head making him choke on the beer he swallowed.

“Wow! Would you look at that duck, it’s such a nice color! Guk, let’s go look at it!” Yoongi said dragging the younger man by the collar of his tux. Jungkook whined but complied as he was dragged away.

“Idiots,” Jess mumbled into her wine glass. You snorted leaning back into your chair.

“Tell me about it,” you said rolling your eyes. Jess eyed you from the rim of her glass, bringing it down from her mouth she was quiet for a second.

“__, not to be that person, but Joon has been eyeing you since the ceremony. Also he has asked me about you a few times.” Jess said smirking at you while smoothing out the lace in her wedding dress. You looked down at your manicured nails and sighed.

“I know Jess, I think he’s cute and I want to get to know him, but like I said he’s Namjoon and I’m-” Jess squished your cheeks in the same manor Yoongi did.

“Hey stop it you brat, Namjoon would be an idiot if he didn’t ask you out.” Jess said sincerely, you looked her in the eye and rolled your eyes once again.

“I bon’t bow,” you attempted to say through puckered lips. Jess grinned at you and released your cheeks.

“You won’t know until you try, and you could either find out and something good happens- or never find out and never know, and in this case I don’t think finding out could be a bad thing,” she said taking your hand in hers.

A small ‘tch’ came out of your mouth, the words of advice given from her- were what your uncle always told you. She patted your hand and stood up, the dress swishing by her ankles. Winking at you she sauntered away, and leaning in to give your cheek a quick peck.

You tapped your nails on the table inquisitively, and thought to yourself as you eyed Namjoon again.

I hope you’re right Jess.  

+

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A few hours passed and you still haven’t talked to Namjoon-- besides the few glances that you stole from each other when one wasn’t  looking. The reception now moved inside the quaint pub due to the Autumn weather dropping the temperatures, also being close to the ocean. Sighing for what seemed the one hundredth time, you looked at the time once again. 7:32 pm. Stuffing you finished your water and got up from the secluded table to go tell Yoongi you were leaving.

As you tried to maneuver your way through the drunk guests, your dress caught under someone’s shoe causing you to stumble forward. Squeaking as you tried to move a bit to prevent yourself from toppling onto people you already ran into a firm chest. Large hands caught your waist, as you stumbled forward into their grasp. Cinnamon and pine enveloped your body as you began to apologize.

“I am so sorr-,” Your words came out in a garbled mess as you looked up at your savior. Oh fuck. Namjoon grinned from above you, his dimples more prominent now that you were up close. Your mouth was slightly parted resembling a dead fish, at least that’s what Yoongi said.

“It’s all good love, are you alright?” His voice was rich, as if someone was dragging their body through honey. You blinked up at him, cheeks probably the same shade as Jungkook’s hair.

“I-I um,” Namjoon chuckled as he pulled you closer to him to prevent you from stumbling into anyone else. Large palm sliding against your bare back- curse Jess for making you; the maid of honor, wear a backless dress. You could feel the coolness of his rings glide up your back, to rest right above the swell of your butt.

“I am so sorry Namjoon,” you spoke without hesitating for once. Your hands were on his chest as you tried to maintain eye contact. His deep brown eyes looked so warm and inviting. His laugh was deep, he took a hand away from your waist and gestured you to the counter at the bar. He guided you through the sweaty bodies -- a palm placed over your bare back. Your cheeks were ablaze as you made eye contact with Jess who lifted up a champagne glass as she mouthed, Cheers.

You were about to flip the bird, when Namjoon’s voice caught you out of your thoughts.

“Did you say something love?” Namjoon asked as you sat down on a cushioned stool. Your eyes widened as you looked up at him, shaking your head furiously you closed your lips. You felt a bit awkward under his stare, the low bass of the music wasn’t helping much either. Looking up at him again he smiled at you and took a seat next to you, leaning his elbows behind him on the counter.

“Namjoon thank you for helping me, and I am also sorry-,” He turned his head to look at you -- his deep eyes melted into yours, as if he was saying it’s okay. You smiled at him, and turned your attention back towards the abundance of sweaty bodies dancing. After a few seconds Namjoon cleared his throat and began to stand up. You felt embarrassed that you weren’t able to talk to him without getting flustered -- and you thought he was leaving. About to get up and leave, Namjoon stood infront of you, a shy smile on his face as he held a hand out for you.

“Dance with me?” He asked with a hopeful voice. You parted your lips a bit, and smiled at him nodding. Pulling up the train of your dress, you placed your smaller hand in his warm palm as he guided you to the dance floor. A slower song began to play -- ironically. Veering a bit to the edge of the dance floor where less people were centered, he placed both his hands on your hips, surprising you a bit. Looking up at him, he had his full lip caught between his upper teeth. Cheeks burning - you placed your hands on his strong shoulders feeling the rigid muscles beneath his suit jacket. The music was loud, and made the blood in your ears thump.

Namjoon guided you through the beat, his palm sliding between the planes of your back, setting fire to the smooth surface. He kept eye contact with you as he pulled your body impossibly close to his firm body, your hips aligning slightly below his. Your hips hurt from the constant movements to keep up with the rhythm of the music. Resting his forehead against yours he licked his plush bottom lip as he swayed you from side to side.

Your breathing to erratic, as he slowly spun you so that your back was facing his- he guided his hands along the lace of your dress. You could feel his warm hands mingle with the coolness of his rings, as his hands settled on your hips and pulled you back to him. You gasped quietly and gripped his hands that held your waist.

You felt his mouth trail the side of your neck and up to your jawline, his plush lips were soft against your skin. Eyes widened you held your breath, as you melted into his touch. He hummed in your ear, as he continued to move you to the beat of the song.

“You know love,” he said in a low voice against the shell of your ear, “We did walk down the aisle together, so I have no idea why you are so shy,” breath hitching a bit you stuttered to find your words.

“I-I uh,” having no clue how to answer him, Namjoon chuckled and pulled away from your ear. Pulling you against him again, he pulled your hips side-to-side in a swaying motion, snaking his palm down the front of your taut stomach. You might as well just had sex with him right there. Tilting your head back on his chest, you got the courage to snake a hand up to his neck-- feeling his pulse and the slight stubble on his prominent jaw.

“__,” your ears perked up to the sound of Namjoon saying your name for the first time. Turning your head up to look at him, he smiled and spun you to face your body towards him. The dance floor was getting crowded -- noticing Namjoon guided you outside to the deck of the pub.

The cool air nipped through the fabric of your dress- shivering you pulled your hands to your arms as Namjoon and you walked along the cobblestone road. Namjoon stopped walking and removed his hand from your back, you stalled and turned around to look at him.

The full moon shone on his stature, illuminating the grin he gave you. You smiled at him, as you walked closer to him and unwrapped your hands from your body. Grabbing the lapels of his suit you pulled yourself on your tiptoes and pecked the corner of his mouth.

“Thank you for asking me to dance,” you murmured against his mouth. As you pulled back you could taste peppermint on your cupids bow, and the smell of pine enveloped you again. Looking up at him through your lashes, he gave you a toothy smile, his dimple winking at you. Taking a deep breath you smiled for what felt like the tenth time, shivering again you bowed a bit to him.

“Goodnight Joon,” you said quietly, looking at him one more time before stepping back to return to your room.

Before you could turn all the way around to leave, warm fingertips wrapped around your wrist and pulled you back.

 “Wait,” Namjoon said a bit loudly. Startled, you looked back at him. Releasing your arm, he looked at you for a few seconds before he began to take off his suit jacket. Confused you stood there as the cool air nipped at your flushed cheeks.

“Take my jacket you look cold,” Namjoon spoke as he came closer to you.

“Joon it’s okay-,” He shook his head as he threw the slate grey material over your shoulders, and adjusted it. The jacket swamped your slightly smaller figure, he held onto the sleeves and looked at you.

“Perfect.” he said lowly. You were sure, you could have passed out right there and then if it weren’t for Namjoon pressing his lips against yours.

Gasping a bit, he tested the waters by pecking your lips gently. His full lips were soft, and warm. He pecked you again, pulling your hips into his as you gripped his shoulders. Namjoon’s free hand cupped the back of your neck and twisted the curled hair at the nape. His thumb rubbed your pulse and over your jaw.

You mewled and let your body seep into his, he sucked your bottom lip into his mouth and then went back to consume you. And oh did you let him. You shuddered against his hold as he sneaked his tongue to probe at the roof of your mouth. Nipping and sucking the plush skin of your mouth, you tried to keep up but he was overwhelming, intoxicating.

He slowed the ministrations on your mouth, as you whined. Pulling your bottom lip back once more, as he placed a final peck to your mouth. Breathing a bit heavy, Namjoon pulled away. The moon illuminated his flushed cheeks and swollen mouth. Forehead leaned against yours he breathed into your skin, as you tried to catch your breath.

“Goodnight love,” Namjoon whispered releasing you. Letting go of your body, he winked at you and walked back in the direction of his room. You stood there dumb-founded, and mouth tingling.

“What the..” you were confused as you sat down on the bench next to where you and Namjoon had your ‘moment’.

Pulling the jacket tighter to your body, you felt something crinkle in the inside pocket of the jacket. Furrowing your brows you stuck your fingers in the pocket and wriggled out a small piece of paper. In clean handwriting there was a note:

I’m gonna need that suit jacket back, love, in the meantime use it to keep you warm -- I’ll see you at brunch tomorrow, and hopefully after that as well. :)

xxx-xxx-xxxx (In case you miss me too much before tomorrow) ;)

K.N xx

You laughed to yourself, holding the paper in your palms.

“Kim Namjoon,” you whispered, cheeks warm.

“Kim fucking Namjoon,” you said again with a smile on your face.

[gaslampsglow]

hey corey, this is a bit of a shot in the dark but i'm trying to buy a men's waistcoat for something and wanted to know if you had any recommendations for places to look. it seemed like something you'd possibly have thoughts on. thanks!

Of course!  I am always willing to rant about my clotheshorse habits at the drop of a hat.  (I hope you don’t mind that I’m answering publicly.  If it is at all an issue lemme know and I’ll fix that.  But I figure blathering about where I buy clothes might be of interest to some folks.)

A lot of it (obviously) depends on the style you’re looking for and your budget expectations.  I’m really lucky to have some thrift stores nearby with a donation pool that comes from some wealthy areas, so I’ve lucked into great pieces that way, but YMMV.  Cincinnati also has a super fucking fantastic store called Talk Of The Town, which is a (I shit you not) vintage clothing store/costume rental house.  Every item has a rental price and a purchase price, and the woman who owns the place is really nice and really fun and gives price cuts for really minor cosmetic flaws.  I’d see if there are any similar places near you, since rental houses often have more items than they know what to do with and may have a “for sale” section.  I’m not sure of your height, but given your body type you may be able to find vintage waistcoats in your size for really cheap.  I can almost never find any, since no one my size even existed in the 1920s.  Not literally, but you know what I mean.

That said!  For modern clothes my first stop is almost always Macy’s.  People’s eyes bug out when I tell them that, which is understandable, because their women’s clothes tend to be bland and uninspiring, but their men’s stuff is G R E A T.  Seriously.  That bright red velvet vest I got for my birthday?  $20 bucks off the clearance rack.  Their website is pretty solid, too, so you’re not missing out on any deals by shopping web only.  And, since they’re in a nosedive because retail is an all-consuming tirefire, they keep throwing massive sales to try to beg people to buy their clothes.

Express Men is another solid choice for fast fashion, and they do some weird experimental stuff.  My favorite vest of all time is from there, a black velvet double-breasted number with a silk shawl collar.  H&M is similar, though again I fit in NOTHING they make so I don’t own anything of theirs myself.  Great prices though.

Men’s Warehouse is home to some of the world’s ugliest dress wear, but if you need a basic tux vest and don’t mind everything feeling like its made out of recycled prom dresses, you could do worse.

If you’re looking for something of a slightly more period bent but can’t find any reliable vintage clothing, consider historicalemporium.com.  They’re garbage, but they do have a good selection.  Their quality has gone farther and farther downhill in recent years, though, so caveat emptor.

If you want to spend some serious money for a piece of clothing that will last you for years, and you also happen to love tweed, WALKER SLATER.  WALKER SLATER WALKER SLATER WALKER SLATER.  AUGH.  I WANT ONE SO BAD.  I NEED IT IN MY LIFE.  THEIR WAISTCOATS ARE LIKE 120 BUCKS ONCE YOU HAVE THEM SHIPPED TO THE US BUT HOT FUCK SUCH BEAUTIFUL FABRICS.  I COULD DIE.

Ahem.

Overall, though, finding vests still sucks.  They were Such A Thing like three years ago (which I didn’t like for exactly this reason) but no stores actually carried them, and now no stores carry them AND ebay prices have SKYROCKETED compared to what they were.  Trendiness is the enemy of success.

Oddly, depending on the style and cut and fabric you want, and how frequently you intend to wear it, you may want to consider getting a vest custom made (which is something I’ve been poking with a stick lately.) . There are a TON of really fantastic cosplay and costume makers out there who charge nothing for their services compared to if you asked, say, a traditional tailor for make you a bespoke vest.  If you find a pattern you like, look for good deals on fabric, and recycle some buttons, you may be able to get a piece made to fit you for less than you’d expect.

But if you can’t afford a personalized bespoke clothing item, store bought is fine.

(I had to.)

If I think of any others I’ll let you know!

[rogerdscotts]

What I Wore On My Wedding Day

from He Spoke Style - Men's Style, Fashion, Grooming, Tips and Advice

You Never Forget Your Wedding Day

After re-reading Brian’s hugely popular post of his wedding day attire, I thought it might be an interesting comparison to show what I wore on my special day. Admittedly, it’s been almost a year since the big day, but looking back, there are some lessons to be learned and things I would have perhaps done differently. This was, in fact, my first tuxedo and like many of you, was disappointed that Brian’s article on his exquisite day, did not come out sooner.

Feeling like I had a clear picture of what I wanted to wear, I started my journey with finding the right clothier for the job. After a pretty extensive search for a NYC-based company, I was lucky enough, after a brief back and forth, to select Angel Bespoke. Angel is one of those menswear legends that you see in all the biggest men’s magazines. Always the most rakish and well-spoken gentleman in the room, he has been in the business of dressing men for sometime now. I was lucky enough to have his guidance and advice on this special garment.

 Tuxedo, Vest & Shirt. My tuxedo was undoubtedly classic, but needed to adhere to a few strict details I desired. My intention was to be able to look back in 30 years and not feel like I was beholden to the fashion of the times. Sure, I could have done something different and went for a dark navy shawl collar, but sage advice tells me to never try to out dress your bride.

 This Angel Bespoke jacket model was ironically named the “Stephen” (after its co-founder) a single-button peak lapel in a Super 160s Double Twist Wool by Ariston. Angel’s in-house lapel style was exactly what I was looking for. A 4.25” width in a traditional black grosgrain. It’s the epitome of what your first tuxedo should be in every sense of the word. Underneath the jacket, I had my heart set on a low, four button U-shaped waistcoat that would be hidden when my jacket was buttoned. In hindsight, I probably could have opted to go with the traditional cummerbund and probably will acquire one in the future. My pants were made in the same Ariston fabric and were flat front with side tabs and brace buttons. My shirt was cut as a placket-less, high-spread collar in pique cotton fabric by Soktas. Angel’s shirt collars are a thing of beauty and tuck perfectly under the lapels of the jacket when buttoned.

Cufflinks and Stud Set. A very dear friend of HSS, Steve Knorsch (aka The Snob Report) suggested that I take a visit to a New York City hidden treasure, The Missing Link , a small shop in the Chelsea Antique Center that deals with you guessed it, cufflinks! They have over 10,000 pairs of cufflinks ranging from 1920s all the way to today. After a little bit of digging, I was able to find what I was looking for…a simple pair of silver and onyx round cufflinks and stud set.

Bowtie. My bow tie was a self-tie style made by Angel in the same grosgrain fabric as my tux…but that doesn’t mean I wouldn’t love one from Le Noeud Papillon in the future! 

Pocket Square. A simple white cotton square.

Socks. 100% Black Silk socks from Brooks Brothers.

Shoes. I wanted something elegant and timeless. I chose what some might consider an opera pump, in the Carmina Black Patent Slippers. Great shape and had the perfect grosgrain ribbon on top to complement my tux.

Wristwatch. Never the one for wanting to start controversy, I did wear a watch on my wedding day that was not a dress watch. A post-wedding re-read of Brian’s, Can You Wear a Watch with Black Tie, definitely made a great argument for and against the wearing of a wrist watch. Going forward, I probably wouldn’t wear a watch the next time I’m in black tie unless its something truly elegant. I believe Brian said it best: “When invited to a black tie event, there should never be a time you need to check your watch.” I wholeheartedly agree with that sentiment. Your wedding is the only place where time should never be a concern.

So what did I wear and why? On my wedding day I wore my wife’s father’s vintage Breitling Navitimer Pluton 3100. Sadly, he was not able to be there to walk his daughter down the aisle. I felt a responsibility that he be with me/us as I never got the opportunity to meet him and ask for his daughter’s hand in marriage. This watch was graciously given to me from my wife as a gift and it is one of my most prized possessions for that reason. There was never a question of whether or not it was appropriate for the occasion–I wanted to wear it regardless. It was however on a black leather strap and I tend to wear my watches higher up on my thin wrists. I’m not sure I even thought about looking at it once I put it on. Suum cuique. (to each his own in latin) 

I know that it’s been over a year since that special day, but I do want to thank Angel again for dressing me on that momentous occasion. During the entire process, and there after, he’s been a pillar in professionalism and an even better friend. Any questions or problems that I have, he’s always willing to answer them. I can only hope that more clothiers are as patient, caring and passionate about their clothes like the gentleman of Michael Andrew Bespoke and Angel. If you’re interested in working with Angel on your wedding tuxedo, he is currently transitioning into a new company named Eighteenth Amendment. You can contact him via their website.

Thanks for reading. Looking forward to hearing your thoughts.

Stylishly Yours,

Steven D. Elliott He Spoke Style

Photography by Emma Cleary Photography

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Alex and Parker’s Snowy Telluride Wedding

No matter how you feel about snow, we think you’ll agree that Alex and Parker’s Telluride nuptials will inspire winter wedding goals. Our own GLW Collective member Jenna Elliott with One Eleven Photography was there to capture every perfect moment of this GORGEOUS snowy wedding. From the outdoor deck where they said their vows, Gorrono Ranch provided an amazing view of white-capped mountains as a backdrop. The simple elegance of white florals and greenery designed by Garden Store is the perfect pairing with this rustic mountain location, and planner Wendy Jacobs Hampton helped to bring all the pretty details together.

   What made the wedding special and unique?

The location. My family has been vacationing in Telluride since my mom was a child. It’s a family tradition. Every year my entire family (cousins/aunt/grandmother) would rent a home there and spend a week skiing and just enjoying Telluride’s adventures and beauty. Parker started joining us on these trips several years into our relationship and loves it now too. It’s a truly magical place. We felt so blessed that we could get married there, and share such a meaningful and special place with the most important people in our  lives. Multiple guests already booked return trips for March of next year because they loved it so much!

   Tell us about the gown and where/how you found it!

I’ve always loved Monique Lhuillier. I think all of her bridal designs are perfection. I tried on about six of her dresses in total, and narrowed it down to two. I had my mom with me the first time, and then had my dad, best friend, brother and aunt with me the second time to help me decide. I never thought I would pick such a princess dress, but the embroidered beaded lace bodice, coupled with the textured organza skirt just felt perfect against a snowy winter backdrop. I also thought, “when else am I ever going to get to be this glam!?”

What were some touches added to make the wedding personal?

Parker and I love our French Bulldog, Frankie, like a human child. We flew her with us and made her our flower girl. She walked down the aisle with a beautiful floral wreath around her neck. Everyone stood for her and ooh’d and ahhh’d like she was the bride! Another surprise for guests was the transportation they had to take to get to our venue. Gorrono Ranch  is located in the middle of a ski run on the mountain. It required guests to get into snowcats (fully tracked trucks with a sleigh attached designed to move on snow) to take them up to the venue. It was quite a sight! We had large faux fur throw blankets on the sleigh, and the ride was about ten minutes total through ski runs and lush tree area. On the way back at the end of the night people rode the snowcats down to giant stars and the town lit up in the distance. It was pretty unique.

What was the most memorable part of the day?

Everything about it was memorable! But there are two parts about the day that still stand out to me. The first one was that Parker and his groomsmen skied/snowboarded into the wedding in their tuxes. It was such a shock to all of our guests and the coolest experience. The second still makes me tear up when I think about it. It was the most incredible feeling in the world to have all of our friends and family in the same room with us celebrating our love. I don’t know if there will ever be another occasion in life that brings the people most important to us together again all in one room like our wedding. I’ll cherish the love we felt and received from everyone else on that day forever.

      Tell us how you met and became engaged.

We’re high school sweethearts! We started dating junior year of high school and have been together ever since. Our engagement story is awesome. I love cats, and Parker is highly allergic to them. My running joke was always, “I’m going to have to pick you or my love for cats.” One Saturday I came home and opened our front door and saw a litter box sitting in our hallway. I instantly freaked out and starting screaming out of excitement, “oh my god is there a cat in this house!?” Parker came around the corner with a kitten (Theo) in his arms. I burst into tears. He handed me Theo, got down and one knee, and told me that he loved me and wanted to make me happy in life, so if that meant having severe allergies everyday so that I could have a cat he would do it. It was the kindest gesture, and talk about true love. He had the engagement ring on Theo’s collar. Poor Parker is still currently getting allergy shots on a weekly basis. Hopefully in another six months he’ll have built up an immunity and won’t need to do that anymore!

Parker & Alex – Highlight Film from Amor In Motion on Vimeo.

Photographer: Jenna Elliott One Eleven Photography // Wedding Planner: Wendy Jacobs Hampton // Florals: Garden Store // Stationery: Bella Figura // Venue & Rentals: Gorrono Ranch // Videographer: Amore In Motion // Dress and Shoe Designer: Monique Lhuillier (Beverly Hills) // Bride’s Makeup: Steven Mora // Bride’s Hair: YX Salon // Escort Cards and Paper Goods: The Pampered Paper // Cake: The Butcher & The Baker // Officiant: Jayne Atkinson // Bridemaids’ Gowns: Reformation / Joanna August / Azazie // Bridesmaids’ Faux Fur Shawl: Milanoo // Veil & Shoes: Monique Lhuillier // Jewelry: L J Marks Jeweler // Groom’s Attire: Custom Tux Brandon Williams // Groom’s Shoes: Del Toro, Barneys // Groomsmen Tuxes: Menguin // Engagement Ring: Custom by Philip Press // Wedding Bands: Both Custom XIV Karats LTD // String Quartet Ceremony Music: Telluride String Trio // Reception Music: DJ Soul Atomic // Catering: Allred’s // Lighting: Lighting Design and Production Telluride // Transportation: Telluride Express

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