#latest collection for pants

[shreeisspecial]

In a world where fashion trends evolve at a dizzying pace, ethnic wear stands as a timeless testament to cultural heritage and personal expression. These garments, steeped in tradition yet constantly reinvented, offer a unique blend of history and modernity. As we explore the vibrant world of ethnic wear, we will uncover how these outfits can help you make the ultimate style statement, blending the old with the new, and the traditional with the contemporary.

[samkkshopping]

Explore Chic & Trendy Salwar Suits at Samyakk

Intro:

“I know you’ve likely read many fashion blogs about the latest Salwar Kameez trends by now. But at Samyakk, we have some brand new collections waiting to be explored! So, let’s dive into this Blog!”

Salwar Kameez lovers, aufgepasst! (German for “attention”) Samyakk has a brand new collection of stylish Salwar suits waiting to be discovered! Find the perfect outfit for any occasion, from elegant designer pieces for weddings to fun and vibrant party wear styles. We also have comfortable and chic casual Salwar suits. Shop online at Samyakk and explore our stunning new Salwar suit collection!

Discover Your Dream Salwar Kameez

“You don’t have to be rich to be beautiful.” — Dita Von Teese

Looking for the perfect Salwar suit? At Samyakk, we believe style shouldn’t break the bank! We offer a stunning collection of affordable Salwar suits in high-quality fabrics, perfect for any occasion.

Something for Everyone:

Traditional Delights: Explore our collection of traditional Salwar suits like Festive Salwar Kameez, featuring timeless designs and intricate craftsmanship.

Modern Marvels: Love a contemporary twist? We have a range of modern Salwar suits like Crop Top Suit, Tunics and Kurtis with trendy cuts and chic patterns.

Embroidered Elegance: Add a touch of luxury with our Salwar suits with embroidery, perfect for special events.

You’re Style, Your Way:

Fashion Forward: Feeling trendy? Discover our collection of fashionable Salwar suits that will turn heads wherever you go.

Exclusive Finds: Stand out from the crowd with our exclusive Salwar suits, designed with unique details and limited quantities.

Special Occasions Made Special:

“Style is a way to say who you are without having to speak.” — Rachel Zoe

Planning a wedding or a festive celebration? Find the perfect Salwar suit for special occasions at Samyakk. We offer a wide variety of styles to suit any dress code.

Shop with Ease:

Buy Salwar suits online from the comfort of your home! Explore our website to discover the top Salwar suit designs for women. We offer a hassle-free online shopping experience with secure payment options.

Don’t Miss Out!

Get ready to elevate your wardrobe with our amazing Samyakk Salwar suit sale. Find incredible deals on Salwar suits with dupatta and Jackets, explore the latest trends in Indo Western Salwar Kameez.

Did you know? The classic Salwar Kameez has a secret weapon for comfort and movement: the side slits on the Kameez, called “chaak.” This ingenious design allows for greater flexibility and air circulation, making it perfect for hot climates.

Rocking Indo-Western Salwar Suits

Calling all Fashionista’s! Forget the struggle between tradition and trendy. The Indo-Western Salwar Suit (or Indo Western Salwar for short) is here to be your style savior.

What is it?

Think of it as a fusion of classic elegance and modern silhouettes. An Indo-Western Salwar Suit typically comes as a 3-piece Salwar Kameez with a kurta (top), Salwar (pants), and a dupatta (scarf). But here’s the twist: the kurta could be shorter and more fitted, the Salwar could be a palazzo or straight cut pant, and the dupatta could be styled in a variety of ways.

Who can wear it?

Anyone! The beauty of the Indo-Western Salwar is its versatility. It flatters all body types, including those who prefer plus size Salwar options (we’ve got you covered with our XL size Salwar range too!).

How to Wear It:

The possibilities are endless! Here are some ideas:

Casual Chic: Pair a short kurta with a flowy palazzo for a relaxed yet stylish daytime look.

Work wear Wonder: Choose a more structured kurta with palazzo Suit and a statement dupatta for a boss-lady vibe.

Festive Fun: Opt for a heavily embroidered kurta with a straight-cut Salwar and a dupatta draped dramatically for a special occasion.

Salwar with Dupatta vs. Salwar with Chudidar:

Both options work with Indo-Western Salwar Suits. A Salwar with dupatta is the traditional pairing, offering a touch of elegance. A Salwar with Chudidar (tighter-fitting pants) adds a more modern and sleek feel.

So, ditch the fashion dilemma and embrace the Indo-Western Salwar Suit. It’s comfortable, stylish, and perfect for any occasion. Head over to your favorite store or browse online to find your perfect match!

Frequently Asked Questions (FAQs)

1. What are Indo-Western Salwar Suits? A: These are stylish fusions of classic Salwar Kameez designs with modern touches. They often feature shorter kurtas, trendy pants like palazzos, and unique dupatta styles.

2. Are Indo-Western Salwar Suits flattering for all body types? A:Absolutely! The beauty of this style lies in its versatility. Samyakk offers a wide range of sizes, including plus-size options, to ensure a perfect fit for everyone.

3. How can I style an Indo-Western Salwar Suit? A:The possibilities are endless! Pair a short kurta with flowy palazzos for a casual look, rock a structured kurta with cigarette pants for work, or choose a heavily embroidered kurta with a straight-cut Salwar and dupatta for a special occasion.

4. What’s the difference between a Salwar with Dupatta and a Salwar with Chudidar? A: Both work with Indo-Western Salwar Suits! A Salwar with Dupatta is classic and elegant, while a Salwar with Chudidar (tighter-fitting pants) adds a modern touch.

5. Where can I buy a Samyakk Salwar Kameez? A: Shop online for a convenient experience with a user-friendly website and secure payment options. Samyakk offers [90% Ready to Ship] designs for a quick turnaround, all at the [Best Price] with [100% Original Quality] and [100% Purchase Protection].

Looking for a custom fit? Visit their beautiful showroom located in Bangalore for a personalized shopping experience! Happy Shopping…

Conclusion

We believe that every woman deserves a Salwar Kameez that makes her feel confident and beautiful. That’s why we offer a stunning selection of [90% Ready to Ship] designs for a quick and convenient shopping experience, all at the [Best Price]. We guarantee [100% Original Quality] and [100% Purchase Protection] for your peace of mind.

Shop online and discover a world of styles, from classic silhouettes to modern trends. We offer a user-friendly website and secure payment options for a hassle-free shopping experience.

Looking for a custom fit? Do visit our beautiful showroom located in Bangalore! Our friendly staff will be happy to assist you in finding the perfect Salwar Kameez or getting one custom-made to your exact measurements.

Head over to Samyakk today and find your perfect Salwar suit!

[houseoffett]

Fashion Forward: The Hottest Summer Looks from House of Fett

"Fashion Forward: The Hottest Summer Looks from houseoffett.com" is a vibrant collection that epitomizes summer style. From stylish dresses to co-ord sets, gowns to jumpsuits, and tunics to tops & pants, this range caters to every occasion. Whether you seek resort wear, partywear, or casual comfort, House of Fett delivers. The color palette is diverse, featuring neutrals, brights, whites, and pastels. Standout pieces like the 'Lunar Rise' and 'Neo-Sage Dress' evoke a Mediterranean escape, while the 'Summer Postcard SS24' collection exudes a carefree vibe. With options for plus size and maternity wear, House of Fett stays at the forefront of the latest fashion trends. Embrace travel wear, party dresses, and cotton comfort in this versatile and chic summer lineup.

[its-poojagupta-shree]

In the kaleidoscope of India's diverse fashion landscape, the timeless elegance of velvet kurtis stands out as a symbol of opulence and sophistication. As we delve into the heart of winter, exploring the best in fashion becomes imperative, and what better way to embrace the season than with the plush touch of velvet? This comprehensive guide is designed to be your go-to resource for navigating the world of velvet kurtis online in India, ensuring you make a statement of unparalleled elegance this winter.

[daisynik7]

Pairing: Nanami x f!reader

Rating: Explicit - MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Word Count: ~1.5k

cw: established relationship, smut – PIV sex (doggy style), rough sex, blow job, cunnilingus, bondage, blindfold, use of safe word, slight degradation (use of the word slut), explicit language, safe word, pet names (sweetie, sweetheart, princess, honey), aftercare 

Summary: You send your husband an eggplant emoji as a joke, but he doesn't find it amusing one bit.

Author’s Notes: Barely proofread, hardly edited, all horny. Just my little contribution to the plethora of delicious fics that came out after this latest episode. Tagging @lovekento because this was inspired by your recent ask about the safeword audio we love so much. Also tagging @darkstarlight82 because of your recent ask to be tagged in JJK fics! Likes, reblogs, and/or comments are always appreciated. Thanks for reading! MDNI and support dividers credit to @/cafekitsune (as always).

Nanami does not take kindly to jokes. Years of being together and he’s uptight as always. That doesn’t mean you stop trying, especially when you love how mad he gets at you.

It’s innocent, silly, completely unserious. I’m really craving something tonight, followed by suggestive emojis, including the winky face and a particularly phallic vegetable. You grin at your screen when you notice the three dots blinking, indicating that he’s read it and is currently typing a reply. Probably growing hard in his pants just thinking about it, knowing him. Before he can say anything, you send him a selfie of you at the grocery store, holding up two large eggplants, smiling wide at the camera. Eggplant parmesan! The dots flash once more, then disappear immediately, and you crack up in the middle of the produce section when he ends up not responding at all. 

Back home, it’s eerily dark inside with all the lights off. You carefully set your groceries on the counter, clicking the switch to illuminate the kitchen. You’re startled when you notice Nanami’s burly silhouette in the living room, back turned towards you, sitting upright on the couch, motionless. He does nothing to acknowledge your presence, worrying you even further. “Honey?” you call out, slowly making your way towards him. His arms are crossed over his chest, bulging out of his sleeves, staring straight ahead with a menacing look on his face. He remains silent, ignoring you. 

“Kento,” you say, swallowing hard, nervous at this unusually sinister behavior.   

“Thought you were craving something.” His voice is low and husky in his throat. Almost threatening.  

You kneel in front of him, leaning on his thighs. “It was a joke, honey.”

Finally, he looks at you, gaze intense from behind his glasses, nostrils flaring as he takes a deep inhale through his nose, exhale out his mouth. “So, you riled me up for no fucking reason then?”

You gulp loudly again, taken aback by his sudden vulgarity, simultaneously aroused. “I’m sorry, Kento.”

“Do you think I’m going to let you get away with this?” He grips your chin, focusing your attention on his lap. “Look how hard I am. Look at what your stupid joke did to me.” His massive erection is strained in his pants. Your pussy throbs, mouth salivating at the sight of it.

He unbuckles his belt and splits his zipper open. “You know what you have to do, don’t you sweetheart?” He shrugs his pants down enough to free his cock, veins protruding on the thick shaft. You nod silently, peering up at him with wide eyes, parting your lips, hungry for him. 

“That’s what I thought,” he mutters, stroking himself in his fist, precum oozing from the tip. “Stick out your tongue.” You do, letting it hang from your bottom lip, mouth open.

“Good girl,” he purrs. “So obedient for me.” He swipes his thumb over his cockhead, collecting the precum to smear it onto your tongue. “Swallow. Get a taste of it before you take me.”

You obey, relishing the salty, luscious flavor down your throat, your eyes never leaving his. He smirks, tracing your lips with his thumb, the first hint of softness since you this all started. “I’m going to ruin this mouth. Understand?” 

You nod again, panties wet with your arousal. Hoping he doesn’t notice, you reach between your legs, desperate to touch yourself. He catches you, using his foot to swat your arm away. “Ah, ah, ah. You’ll have your turn later.” He loosens the spotted tie on his neck to cover your eyes with it, knotting it tight. “There. Nothing except my cock to occupy this little head of yours.” He guides his cock into your mouth, sliding it along your tongue until he bottoms out. “Now, suck,” he demands, your face pressed to his groin, bottom lip grazing his heavy balls. You bob your head back and forth on him, drool leaking from the sides of your lips, teasing your gag reflex with every solid thrust, swallowing it down every time he hits the back of your throat.

“Fuck, that’s it,” he whispers, cradling your face. “Such a good fucking slut for me.”

After several more strokes, he pulls out of you, cock wet with your saliva, squelching between his fist as he continues to jerk himself off. “On my lap. Come on.” He lends his hand, helping you up while the blindfold remains. You bend over his thighs, in position for a spanking, just as he expects. 

He chuckles. “Good girl. You already know that you need to be punished, huh? Always playing these ridiculous pranks on me. I hope you learn your lesson after this.” He slides the belt off his waist, binding your wrists behind your back, shoulders in an uncomfortable stretch as the leather digs into your skin. The need to be touched by him overwhelms you, body tingling with anticipation, pussy aching to be filled. 

He pulls your pants down, leaving you only in your panties from the waist down. The first spank sends shivers down your spine, the loud smack bouncing off the walls of the kitchen, flesh prickling from the contact. The second comes almost immediately, surprising you. You whimper, shutting your eyes, clenching your legs together. “Kento.”

A third is delivered, your ass throbbing and swelling against his calloused hand. “What?” he growls, palm ready for a fourth. 

“Fuck me,” you whine, jittering on his lap. You can’t take it anymore. You want him. You need him. 

“Oh, so you’re giving orders now?” He rolls you on your back, tugging your panties off, exposing your glistening cunt. “That’s not how this works, sweetheart. You know that. I can’t just give you what you want after what you did to me.” He spreads your legs apart, teasing your slit with his fingers, spreading your slick across your swollen clit. “Look how fucking juicy you are. All that because I fucked your throat. Nasty slut.”

You hear him spit, then feel the trickle of his saliva coat your aching bud. He repeats, soaking you in his spittle. He readjusts himself on the couch so that he’s between your legs, licking and slurping your cunt until his chin and nose are glossy. You squirm, knees shaky, already pushed to your limits. His lips surround your clit, sucking on it until it’s puffy in his mouth, tongue flicking it aggressively, pussy fluttering with arousal. You’re overstimulated, core incredibly tight, ready to fucking burst. 

“Yeah, that’s it,” he muffles, still slobbering. “Come on my face. Squirt all over this couch. I’m going to fucking embarrass you like you did me, you stupid slut.” You whine his name, gushing for him, rutting your hips against his face, writhing on the cushions damp with your juices. 

He rolls you over again, dragging your body until you’re up on your knees, ass up. “I’m going to wreck this pussy. Pound it until you learn your lesson. Got it?”

You nod erratically, ready to be fucked hard and fast. He enters you smoothly, stretching you out until you’re completely full of him, everything so wet and messy between you. He pumps his cock in and out of you, pace increasing the more and more your body yields to him. He fucks you like an animal in heat, railing your cunt like it’s his own personal cock sleeve for him to use and tear apart. 

Blindfolded and still bound by the wrists, you begin to grow scared of his carnal behavior. His nails imprint your skin, grip so strong it hurts with every brutal thrust. The guttural growls he emits sound nothing like the Nanami you know. The way he bullies his cock into your tight pussy, so deep and so rough that a cramp develops in your abdomen makes you think that the person fucking you is a complete stranger now. You want your husband back. It takes you a few tries to get it out, but eventually, you do, whimpering, “Makgeolli.”

He doesn’t hear you, so you say it once more, louder this time. “Makgeolli.”

Immediately, it’s as if a switched is flipped. He pulls out, quickly removing the belt and blindfold off you, his tie saturated in tears and sweat. “Hey, hey, hey. Sweetie, I’m here. I’m right here. You’re okay.” He pulls you up on his lap, cradling you in his arms, kissing your sticky forehead, brushing away any of the remaining tears from your eyes. 

You relax into his hold, nestling your face into his shoulder, steadying your breathing. He massages your back, pressing soft kisses on your cheek. “I’m sorry, princess. I’m so sorry. I got carried away, I admit it.” His voice is soothing now, familiar and comforting in your ear. 

Sniffling, you ask, “Are you mad at me?”

He smiles, nuzzling his nose to yours. “I was never mad to begin with. I just wanted to tease you, but I took it too far. I’m sorry.” He kisses you on the lips, cupping your check in his palm. “Your joke was actually quite funny.”

You giggle softly, running your fingers through his hair, damp with his own perspiration. “At least I got you to finally admit it.”

He gives you another smooch on the forehead, lacing his fingers with yours. “I’ll run us a bath, okay? And then after, we can order pizza and watch a movie. Sound good?”

“Yes. And I’ll help you with this while we’re soaking in the tub. Does that sound good?” You palm his cock, still stiff and wet against his abs. 

“Whatever you want, princess.”

[bbyhellfire]

Eddie has a thing for your thighs.

eddie munson x fem!reader, thigh appreciation, no smut just eddie's smutty thoughts

Well, Eddie has a thing for all of you. The way your brows quirk as you listen to him ramble on about his latest hyper-fixation, the little puff of skin under your eyes, the slope of your shoulders, all of it. When he’s stuck in class, his mind often wanders to you, replaying every detail he can remember. 

He likes everything about you, but more often than not, his attention is drawn to your lower half. 

He’ll watch the way your thighs jiggle when you walk, how they double in size when you sit, or the little jump you have to do to pull up your pants. The sight is tattooed in the back of his eyes, the feeling of you forever seared into his fingertips.

While driving, he keeps a hand resting just above your knee, spreading his fingers as wide as they can go so he can feel every inch of supple flesh. He’ll glance over to you when his pinky nudges against your squished inner thighs. You pretend not to notice, but he catches you biting the inside of your cheek. 

You got your hands on an extra Hawkins cheerleading uniform last Halloween. Showed up to Harrington's party with the skirt flared out so much that the back couldn’t cover your panties from peeking out from under the hem. And the thigh-high socks. The fucking thigh-highs that cut into the meat of your upper legs, elastics stretched so much they curled in on themselves. It was the most erotic image Eddie had ever seen, and he has a hefty Playboy and Heavy Metal collection.

So yeah. You could say Eddie Munson kinda, sorta, maybe, really likes your thighs.

[celestialprincesse]

Simon coming home to sleepy partner💤☁️

nsfw below the cut 🪽 mdni 🤍

Simon, more often than not, comes home late after getting back from deployments. seeing as after landing on home soil, they still have to mission debrief, collect and pack up their belongings and say their goodbyes, Simon is itching to get back home - back to you.

When he does, and you're all curled up in your shared bed, head resting on his pillow, one of his shirts clutched tight to your chest, sound asleep in his sweater, which had ridden up the arch of your spine to reveal thin cotton panties that have him straining at his boxers. It's when your eyes open at the sound of him dumping his bags, half lidded and lazy until you register his presence and spring up in the bed, running to meet him with tears of relief already pooling on your lower lashes. By no means does Simon Riley consider himself a needy man - in fact, quite the opposite, he's practised restraint his entire life. That said, after months away with nothing but his hand and some very private polaroids to sort himself out, he's desperate, already pushing you back until the backs of your knees are hitting the bedframe, collapsing underneath him with the thick comforter giving a whooshing exhale of air under the sudden addition of your bodyweight.

The latest deployment had been especially tough, stationed in some shithole with no cell service or access to a secure line. Soap had been fine, copping off with local women when he grew bored of his hand, Gaz had Simon fully convinced that he had some kind of erectile dysfunction with how long he could go with no contact, whilst Price and Simon had to settle with a few grainy photos of their partners and the thought that they'd soon be home.

Now, when he noses at your neck and smells sweet perfume and your laundry detergent, it feels very much like a wet dream coming true. He doesn't even bother to fully take your panties off before he's thumbing at your clit through the flimsy material, stripping himself of his gear with one hand. He quickly grows frustrated with the way his dick is straining at the fly of his pants, grunting as he pulls his hand away to strip his clothes off, whilst you take the opportunity to lose your panties, throwing them vaguely in the direction of the hamper , parting your legs and bending them at the knee, waiting for him with your bottom lip chewed anxiously between your teeth. He doesn't even bother kicking his clothes away, kneeling on where they're piled up at the side of the bed as he grabs your hips with hands that have forgotten to be gentle after being rough for so long, pulls you to the edge of the bed, hooking his forearms under your thighs and splaying his hands over your stomach as he noses at your clit. There's a feral, barely concealed glint in his eye as he whispers kisses against your cunt, murmuring how bad he missed you, about how you look more beautiful than when he left. "Missed y' so fuckin' much baby. Missed your angel face." He growls into your skin, the tears mixing in your eyes split between need and pure relief.

He doesn't even bother with his fingers as he licks a hot stripe between your folds, your hips twitching under his hands as he savours you like a last meal. "Si.." You whine out sweetly, voice whiny and utterly pathetic. "Tha's right. Tha's it, gonna let me hear ya?" His Mancunian accent, eroded around the edges from years of travel, and the rumble of his voice have you on edge, hands gripping into the sheets as you let your eyes fall back into your head swimming with utter bliss. "Mmhm!"

Not even a minute later, Simon looks utterly perplexed as you try and shimmy yourself away from his tongue, despite the way your thighs are clamped like a vice around his ears. "Wha's wrong baby?" He growls, messy brows furrowed in concern as he looks up at you in the near darkness of your bedroom. "Jus' need you, Si." You whine, body short circuiting as you consciously attempt to free his face from between your legs whilst the animal side of your brain compels you to keep him there and continue the ecstasy his tongue spearing into you provides. Your needy words cause his expression to perk up as he gently guides your knees outwards so he can actually remove his face from where it's stuffed between your thighs and cunt.

From your position on the bed, and his kneeling beside it, you'd been unable to see the way his cock was already hard and leaking, bouncing against his stomach, but as he pushes you back to the centre of the mattress, you got a full view of his pretty dick as he lines the pearly tip against your entrance, smearing precum against it as though to make the stretch easier (which is a total placebo). His fingers loop through yours as he notches his tip inside, refusing to blink as you take him to the hilt with a quiet whine, lashes fluttering against your cheeks as you fight the urge to squeeze your eyes shut. "Fuck, 've missed seein' you take me so well." the sound of his grunts and the lewd squelch which accompanies his thrusts is the only thing besides your airy moans and his soft growls filling your blissful bedroom.

The sight of you alone has him almost embarrassingly close to finishing inside of you, but when your pussy flutters around him and you give a choked off keen before cumming around his cock, he gives up on any restraint, snapping his hips so that his tip hits your cervix, ropes of hot cum spilling into your tight heat as he lets his head fall into the crook of your neck, repeating how perfect you are, how much he loves you and missed you.

⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅

Meant for this to be some cutie, fluffy little brainrot not 1k of smut Sorry! (not sorry!😚) also this isn't edited because rereading my own writing makes me cringe so apologies 4 any mistakes 🩷

[dearlyjun]

5% tint ☆ c. yeonjun

☆ PAIRING: sugardaddy!yeonjun x collegestudent!reader (f)

☆ GENRE: smut (18+ readers only! dont make me block you)

☆ SUMMARY: you didn't think that doing well on an exam would mean that you would be fucked in the front seat of a porsche; good thing your sugar daddy has 5% tint.

☆ WORD COUNT: 1.2K

☆ WARNINGS: gendered terms are used (girl), semi public sex, unprotected sex, daddy kink, lots of praise from yeonjun, yeonjun drives a porsche (I think its a valid warning), yeonjun is wearing rings, making out, creampie kink perhaps?, dirty talk, obviously car sex!! lmk if i forgot anything its almost 1am and im an old lady.

☆ AUTHORS NOTE: so heres part of the concept that I literally could not stop yapping about if I tried. combining my interests here: a hot man taking care of me and a porsche of my dreams. I am actually considering making this a series, with a backstory and everythingg so lmk your thots :)

a big thank you to @silvergyus @nightlyawnzz @hearts4huening for being my beta readers for this, and I may use your services in the future.

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walking to the front of your lecture hall, you collected the results from your latest exam. After finding your name in the pile of papers, you could barely contain your excitement when you saw the boldly printed 100% on the front.

Yeonjun would be so happy.

You quickly walked back to collect your things, before pulling out your phone to text him since he was picking you up from class.

you: going to be walking out in a few. I have good results!!

yeonjun: ahh my smart girl. I'm waiting for you out front.

Soon after you walked out through the double doors of the building that you were in, spotting Yeonjun’s gray Porsche parked up front.

Yeonjun had a pretty dark window tint, so you couldn’t see inside that well. You opened the door, and slid into the passenger seat; Yeonjun beaming.

“There’s my girl.” He had the biggest smile on his face. “Look at you, dressed all cute.” He was referencing your plaid skirt and big crewneck sweatshirt that was actually his.

“Did you just come from the office or something?” You asked him, leaning in to kiss him. “You look so nice.” You smoothed your hand over his button down dress shirt, making him smirk.

“Now let me see this test, huh?”

“Okay.” You quickly dug the scantron out of your folder that you had. Handing it over to Yeonjun, leaning over his center console as he examined it.

He was smirking.

“Yeah, one hundred percent.” You spoke with a huge smile on your face.

“Ah, see I knew you’d do well.” Yeonjun put his hand onto your jaw to kiss you.

You hummed against his mouth, pulling him closer by his shirt. “I missed you last night, daddy.” You kissed him again.

Yeonjun smirked against your lips before pulling away slightly. “Yeah? You know I want you to focus on your school too.”

“I know, but sometimes it’s easier to study when I’m sitting on your lap. You know?” You reached down to feel Yeonjun’s cock, which to your surprise was half erect.

“With my cock inside of you? Princess, you know you can’t focus.”

You remembered the time you swore that you would sit still and study on Yeonjun’s lap while he worked. You didn’t last five minutes before you were fucking yourself on his cock.

You pouted as Yeonjun moved to kiss you towards your neck. “But I’m such a good girl for you, Daddy.”

Yeonjun practically choked back a moan; if his cock wasn’t hard before, it definitely was now. “And I always reward you, don’t I?”

He quickly unbuckled his seatbelt, then went to unbuckle his belt to lower his pants. You let out an audible noise when he finally lowered his underwear, leaky, pretty cock out on full display.

“Go ahead and sit on it, pretty girl.” Yeonjun spoke, shuddering slightly when he swiped the tip with his thumb.

You felt a sudden tinge of shyness when you took off your shoes. Yeonjun could practically read your mind.

“The tints are too dark; no one can see you.”

“Okay, help me.” You answered, slightly laughing at the fact that you were going to climb over the console of a car that cost as much as your parents' house.

“I got you.” Yeonjun held onto you. Before you sat down on him, he pulled the fabric of your underwear out of the way.

“Oh my- fuck, you’re so wet.” Yeonjun gasped. “I’ll slip right fucking in.”

You lowered yourself onto him, and it was painfully slow; making you feel every inch of his cock.

Yeonjun was seconds away from ruining his leather with his fingernails with the way that he was gripping onto the passenger seat.

“Daddy…your cock. Fuck.” You sighed, dropping your head into his neck; taking a breath of his sweet cologne. He was fully inside of you, nuzzled up into that spot that makes your toes curl.

“Yeah, baby I know.” His hands were roaming your thighs and ass. Your underwear was cutting into you, but you couldn’t care less.

You slowly started to grind onto him, trying to find a rhythm in the limited space that you had. Yeonjun looked ahead, subtly watching if anyone walked by his car.

“You look so pretty, you know.” He spoke into your ear. “My dick inside of you in the front seat of my Porsche.” He suddenly gripped onto your hips, fucking you onto his cock.

“You’re my good girl, you know that?”

You couldn’t even answer, just let out a whimper of a moan.

“Repeat it back to me, baby.” His grip was so tight you thought his rings were going to make marks in your skin.

“I’m your…good girl.” You nearly choked on your words. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum.”

Yeonjun could already tell by the way that you were clenching around him, and he probably wasn’t going to last much longer himself.

Yeonjun turned your face to look at him in one quick movement. “Yeah? I’m so fucking deep in you aren’t I?” His voice was low; you knew what he was doing.

The sounds of your cunt were obscene; Yeonjun loved every second of it. He studied your face as he angled your hips differently, cockhead hitting so deep that your jaw fell slack.

You’ve never looked so pretty to him. Honors student studying biology. Probably going to end up being a doctor. He knew you’d be decorated in cords at your graduation. But now, he was hitting so deep you couldn’t form a coherent sentence if you tried.

Letting out a rather loud whine when your orgasm finally hit you, Yeonjun kissed you, shushing you. After all, his car only had a tint; not soundproofing.

“Cum in me. Please, daddy.” You were nearly delirious, whimpering expletives. Yeonjun knew you were actually being serious, because you always begged him to. “That’s my reward, right?”

And how could he say no? Not when you were whining, begging as you pulled on his necklace to kiss him.

“You can take it all?” He asked. Stupid question. You always could, even if he had to fuck it back into you.

You eagerly nodded, lips jutting out to a pout before you kissed him again.

“God you drive me fucking insane.” Yeonjun’s last words before letting go of his orgasm that he was trying to hang onto. “You feel so fucking good.”

The fact that he was probably making a mess out of his seat was sent to the back of his mind. He’d deal with that later, because the moan that you let out made it all worth it.

“Fuck.” He was panting. “You have to be quiet.” Grinding his hips with yours; his cock was still inside of you making you slightly wince at how messy everything felt.

“Shit.” You muttered, looking down at where the two of your bodies connected.

“Yeah, I made a fuckin mess.” Yeonjun jokes, his hands roaming your thighs. “We should probably go back to my place….” His voice trailed off like it was a question.

“Hmm?” You were confused. “I thought you texted me earlier that you wanted to go to the Prada store, no?”

“Yes…” Yeonjun bit down on his bottom lip, smirking. “But I don’t think I'm finished with you yet.”

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[decayedgloria]

sundress szn

ft. Capitano, Dottore, Columbina, and Arlecchino

Summer’s finally come, so you decide to wear something that fit the occasion- much to your lover’s excitement.

Tags: First 4 harbingers x afab!reader (minus Pierro and Pulcinella), nsfw under cut, established relationships, Capitano may be ooc bc we have nothing on this man lmao, mdni

Word count: ~2.2K, not proofread

Capitano

Capitano was ever the hard worker. If he wasn’t in his office at Zapolyarny Palace, then he was off fighting in the name of the Tsaritsa, far away from your home in Snezhnaya. Naturally, you miss him dearly- and clearly he had observed how you seem to linger around him more often when he’s around, or how much more clingy and desperate you’ve become in bed. Arranging for a short trip to Natlan, his home nation, you had hoped to reclaim the time you lost with your husband.

The climate in Natlan was drastically different from Snezhnaya. It was warm all year round, and this time it happened to be particularly hotter than any other season. You had packed clothes accordingly, though it was hard as weather like that never shows itself in the coldest nation in Teyvat. Though there was one piece you purchased that caught your attention, and you knew for sure your husband would absolutely love it on you.

Capitano sat on the edge of the bed, patiently waiting for you to get ready. His hands found themselves fiddling with the hem of the loose linen shirt he donned, which appeared to be tight on his massive, defined body, though he did not mind. He was proud of his physique, even more so at the fact you seemed almost obsessed with his broad shoulders and muscled arms. Chuckling to himself, Capitano finds it hard to resist you, his little wife.

“Dear, are you ready? We have the whole day ahead of us.” Capitano called out. You shuffled around in the bathroom, putting on the final touches of your makeup and making sure everything is in place before you emerge. Immediately, his eyes were on you- more specifically, the garment that you had chosen to wear. It was a sundress, of course. It was sheer, but not so much that it didn’t cover anything. It was perfect for the hot weather, especially its length, or lack thereof. Barely reaching over your ass, in fact.

Somewhat shyly, you give a little twirl in front of your husband. “Do you think this outfit is okay? I wasn’t sure it was my size so…” He had foregone his mask for the day, which gave away to his surprised face, blushing and staring as if he was hungry.

“You look amazing, my dear.” As you turn back to face Capitano, you were suddenly greeted with your husband’s chest. Leaning down, he places his large hands on your hips, giving them a light squeeze that illicited a giggle from you. He buried his face into the crook of your neck, taking in your tantalizing scent and grinning as you pull him closer towards you. 

“Irresistible, in fact. I think this is just the right size for you.” His voice was low, almost muffled as he placed light kisses on your skin. You sigh, running your fingers through his long hair, traveling lower onto his chest and then feeling the familiar shape beginning to form in your husband’s pants. You almost laughed when Capitano groaned at your touch, who unconsciously moved closer to you to relieve himself some.

“I thought we had plans for today?” Your honeyed voice only added to his increasingly needy gestures. He couldn’t help but let his hands roam across your body, touching and squeezing at your curves through the dress. Your small stature, so soft against his, in a dress that accentuated everything he loved about you…

Well, he did say that you both had the whole day, so why not spare a few more hours together?

Dottore

As his lovely lab assistant and partner, Dottore decided to bring you along with him to an expedition in Sumeru to collect some sample for his latest research endeavor. At first, you were hesitant and a bit confused as to why he didn’t just send one of his clones or subordinates to go fetch it instead, but he had insisted that the sample was of “utmost importance” and that only he would be able to verify its integrity, whatever that meant.

So that’s how you found yourself in the sweltering desert heat, sitting in a tent that barely blocked out the sun. Your sweat had drenched your clothing since the early morning, so a change of attire was in order. As you sift through your belongings, you groaned as you realized you’d only been packed clothes that the Fatui deemed “suitable” for Snezhnayan summers- that is, clothes that were still too thick to wear. 

You sigh as your eyes scan the room for another solution, stopping at the shopping bag you had left on your desk. The little free time you had before entering the desert was spent shopping around Port Ormos, in which you had purchased a dress you thought was cute. You weren’t expecting to wear it so soon, but it wasn’t like you had much of a choice…

Dottore worked on his paperwork, writing his report in a different tent from your shared one. Engrossed in his research, he barely noticed your presence enter the tent, nor did he notice the dress that barely clung onto your body. He hummed in response to your greeting, hearing you shuffle around and do the tasks you were assigned. 

It just so happens that the moment Dottore looks up happens to be the same moment you bend over to pick up some books on the floor, much to his wide-eyed pleasure. Your behind was deliciously accentuated in the new garment you wore, barely peeking out of the dress. In a flash, Dottore’s focus was taken away from the papers in his hands and instead was aimed at you, his cute little lab assistant.

With not much noise he rose, making his way over to you in silence as you gather all the books in your hands. You hadn’t noticed your lover’s presence until you feel a firm grip on your hips, suddenly knocking you against Dottore’s familiar legs. You let out something in between a gasp and a sigh as you crane your neck to look at him, slightly embarrassed as you felt his growing erection rub your ass.

“Now, you know I’m a busy man, darling.” Dottore’s husky voice sent a shiver down your spine. “So what’s with the distraction?”

“Look, it’s how outside and this is the only thing I can wear-“ A moan escaped your throat as you felt a sharp smack land on the plush of your behind. He smirked, shushing you as he pressed you closer against him. His hands grew erratic as they clawed at your dress, almost ripping it apart while he touch any and every port of your soft skin.

“A punishment is in order, don’t you think?”

Columbina

You sighed as you walked through the Palace greenhouse, on what seemed like your tenth lap of the day. Columbina had promised to meet you there after meeting with the Tsaritsa, but it had been hours- surely, a meeting wouldn’t take that long would it? 

You gaze dejectedly at the lily flowers by your side, blooming in spite of the coolness outside. The greenhouse felt like summer all year round, allowing for plants like the one you had in your hands to bloom effortlessly every year. It was quite impressive, such a large structure protecting plants from all over Teyvat from Snezhnaya’s cold. 

Given that, it really wouldn’t make sense to wear your normal Fatui uniform here, so you opted for a dress that you hadn’t worn in ages, and clearly it showed: the dress was a little tighter on you than you had remembered, accounting for the muscles you had gained while training, and it certainly was too short to comfortably move in, but the humidity of the room left you little to no choice. 

Your mind was somewhere else when you feel a hand snake around your waist from behind, relaxing when you catch a glimpse of magenta strands from the corner of your eye. Columbina made herself comfortable holding you so, nuzzling into your neck. Her quiet, melodic hums filled the air as you turned to look at your lover, a smile blooming on your face.

“What took you so long, love?” You gently tucked a strand of her long hair behind her ear, admiring her beauty. She chuckled, pleasant and light, before burying herself into you once more. 

“The meeting is still going,” she purred, her hands now barely grazing your hips and waist. You blush as you realize what she’s doing, glancing around to make sure there weren’t any idle soldiers or officers. “it was too dreadful. Sneaking out to see my lovely wife was much more important than some trivial talk of war tactics.” Oblivious to your growing panic, Columbina pulls you closer as she moves her lips against your own, smiling gently.

It didn’t take long for the kiss to turn passionate, with gentle pecks now turning into harsh smacks as your tongues worked against each other. With each kiss, your hands clawed at Columbina’s clothes, shredding off layers as her hands tug at your hair. 

Haphazardly, you both managed to find a nearby bench to continue your liaison on more comfortably. As you breathe heavily through your swollen lips, Columbina places herself over you, smiling as she dips down for a kiss one more time.

Arlecchino

Ever since Arlecchino was dispatched to Fontaine by the Tsaritsa, her mind was utterly consumed by you. Not that it normally wasn’t, thoughts of you always permeated her brain one way or another, but at least in Snezhnaya she was able to have you physically there to meet her demands- wether it was an affectionate cuddle or something more intimate, your presence was always just a call away.

However, ever since landing in Fontaine, Arlecchino’s thoughts only consisted of two things: the mission at hand, and you. How she missed the way you would saunter up to her, tease her in a way nobody else would dare, and how your legs would stay quiver and shake around her cheeks every time her tongue explored inside you-

Ah, she was getting carried away again. Arlecchino groaned internally at the paperwork that was placed in front of her, glaring as if it were an enemy. Well, in her mind, anything that kept you away from her was considered an enemy to an extent…

A knock on her office door snapped her out of her thoughts. Sighing, Arlecchino commanded them to come in, placing her chin on her palm, bored as ever. Her face must have conveyed some sort of annoyance as the poor fatui agent that came in visibly shivered a little, lowering their head as they said their greetings.

“What is it?”

“There’s a letter from Senzhnaya, my lady.” She did not miss the quiver in their voice, “It’s from Lady (Y/N).” As the agent reached out to give her the envelope, Arlecchino all but snatched it from their hands, all of her attention now devoted to the piece of paper in front of her.

“Leave.” Her voice left no room for reply, with the agent thankfully getting the hint and scurrying away. Once the heavy doors of her office closed, her ruby eyes inspected the envelope intently, taking in every detail that you may have left her. Just as quickly as she snatched the letter, she opened it, revealing its contents: a neatly folded letter, and what looked like a thin sheet wrapped with something.

She wasted no time in unfolding the letter, taking a note of the way the package smelled just like you- sweet, almost sickening. Her lips curled into a grin as she read the words that danced across the page, her heart leaping at all the praise and sweet nothings you seemed to litter across the paragraphs that you had written. How much you missed her, and yearned for her; all of it made Arlecchino’s head dizzy with pride and delight.

She was too absorbed in reading and rereading your letter that she had forgotten about the other item that you had delivered. Tilting her head, she gathered the thing in her hands gently, taking off the wrapping to reveal a picture taken with a camera- a picture of you, clad in what Arlecchino could only describe as barely a dress. A sheer fabric that did little to conceal your cleavage or your thighs as you pose, somewhat scantily, in a move she was sure was made in order to highlight your curves.

Arlecchino’s fingers subconsciously gripped the photo tighter, a shot of warmth suddenly coursing through her body. She sighed heavily, pink dusting her sheeks as she felt the familiar sensation of aching in between her legs. Tentatively, she took off her gloves and slowly travelled her fingers to the zipper of her pants, breathing growing ragged as she frantically tried to relieve whatever spell you had cast on her.

What a tease.

A/N: here it is! writing this lowkey killed me :,) but i really hope yall liked it. its not full on smut (i dont trust myself to write those with the harbingers just yet for fear of mischaracterization) but its what i can manage. really, im just testing out the waters.

can you guys tell i have a favorite? lol. itll have to be split into two parts since its long enough.

[zweigsangel]

pairing: older!rafe x spoiled!kook!reader warnings: smut, age gap (18&22), pet names, p in v, unprotected sex, rough sex and more. word count: 2720

this is so long i’m sorryyyy, but i’m kinda proud of how it turned out so hope you enjoy !

you were a spoiled little brat. always demanding and getting what you wanted. your tantrums were a familiar scene, a tool you wielded expertly against your parents. and they always seemed to work, every. single. time. luxury bags, designer costumes, the latest dresses — you had everything that other girls could only dream of having. your life was perfect; boys were at your feet, a lot of girlfriends, parties every night, and you were the star of the show. what else could someone expect from an eighteen-year-old kook?

“there’s going to be a party tonight,” one of your girlfriends exclaimed. it was a lazy afternoon, and you were surrounded by the luxurious comforts of your backyard. a few of your friends were splashing around in the pool, their laughter mingling with the sound of water lapping against the tiles. others, like you, were stretched out on the sun loungers, basking in the warm sun. the air was filled with the scent of sunscreen and the distant aroma of blooming flowers.

“and it’s not just any party,” she continued, her eyes wide with excitement. “there will be older guys there! you know, past their teen years.” those words captured your interest, pulling your attention away from the magazine you were pretending to read. you lowered your sunglasses just a bit, the world tinted slightly less dark. your yellow bikini contrasted beautifully with your sun-kissed skin, making you look like a radiant summer icon.

“really?” you asked, propping yourself up on your elbows. your friend nodded enthusiastically, her smile as bright as the sun overhead. at that moment, a collective buzz of excitement spread among you all. you started squealing, chatting animatedly, voices overlapping. you were discussing the perfect outfits and how to make the most striking impression at the party.

and, wow, you definitely did. that evening, you decided on a daring little black dress, strapless and shimmering with countless sequins that caught the light with every step you took. it was the kind of dress that demanded attention, hugging your body in all the right places, emphasizing your curves. the neckline plunged just enough to be provocative, hinting at the possibility of revealing a bit more if you moved the wrong way. it was also undeniably short, so much so that if you bent over even slightly, there was the risk of revealing the delicate lace of your panties. as you slipped into a pair of sky-high heels, you knew you were ready to captivate the room.

the lights — pink, blue, and red — created a kaleidoscope of colors that blurred your vision as you danced with your friends. the pulsing beats of the music drove you, your hips swaying rhythmically, your hands gliding over your chest, and your head tilted back, lost in the moment.

“i’m going to get something to drink,” you shouted to your friends, your voice barely cutting through the pulsating music. making your way through the crowd, you arrived at the bar and leaned your elbows on the countertop, its cool surface contrasting with the warmth of your skin. your fingers drummed impatiently as your eyes roamed the room.

then, your eyes caught sight of someone who instantly commanded your attention. standing across the room was a guy — no, a man — who you clearly knew. it was rafe cameron, a well-known kook, and undeniably one of the most influential. you’d always found him irresistibly attractive. as you watched him, you couldn’t help but notice the way his white shirt was unbuttoned just enough to tease a glimpse of his sculpted chest, the fabric hugging his broad shoulders and lean torso perfectly.

his dark pants emphasized his athletic physique, fitting snugly yet elegantly. his face was a captivating blend of sharp and soft features — a strong jawline that, high cheekbones, and a pair of eyes that seemed to smolder with an intense, piercing gaze. his hair was casually tousled, a style that gave him an effortlessly cool demeanor. as he laughed at something one of his friends said, his lips curved into a smile that revealed a row of perfectly white teeth.

you found yourself licking your lips unconsciously, drawn to the scene before you. after receiving your drink from the bartender, you straightened up and began to walk toward him.

“hi!” you said with an innocent smile as you leaned casually against rafe’s well-defined bicep. tilting your head up, you met his gaze. rafe looked down at you, a playful smirk playing on his lips. “what’s up, kid? i think you’re too young to be here,” he teased, just loud enough to be heard over the music. his breath was warm against your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. he chuckled, the sound deep and resonant, as he turned back to his friends.

your smile faltered, replaced by a pout. you pulled your arm away from his bicep. “i’m not a kid. i’m eighteen!” you protested, crossing your arms over your chest in a defensive gesture. rafe shrugged nonchalantly, his casual dismissal only fueling your indignation. “yeah, and i’m almost 23, so kid,” he said, his tone light and teasing as he waved you off dismissively.

your eyebrows knitted together. how dare he talk to you like that? you turned on your heels, clicking sharply against the floor as you made your way back to your friends. your face was flushed, a mix of embarrassment and annoyance coloring your cheeks.

but if rafe thought you had already given up, well, he was dead wrong. as he turned back around, he found himself staring into your doe eyes, which were locked onto him. you blinked slowly, your long lashes brushing against your cheeks as you bit your lower lip.

even as you danced, you made sure rafe noticed you. the music seemed to pulse through your veins, guiding the sway of your hips and the fluid movements of your body, drawing attention to the curve of your waist and the smooth line of your legs. your eyes would occasionally flicker in his direction, making sure he knew exactly who you were performing for. you ran your hands through your hair, letting it fall around your shoulders in a cascade, framing your face perfectly.

and he watched you, chuckling and shaking his head as he took in how desperate you seemed. each flicker of your eyelashes and every provocative movement only seemed to amuse him more. his amusement was evident in the way his eyes crinkled at the corners and the barely-contained smile that tugged at his lips.

and then, poof, he was gone. “he’s probably gone off to jerk off thinking about you,” one of your friends said with a playful nudge, and you couldn’t help but smirk at the joke.

but your life continued as usual: shopping, beach days, pool parties, and constant social outings. it was the routine of a spoiled kook who had been accustomed to such luxury since childhood.

yet, rafe occasionally slipped into your thoughts. sometimes you'd find your mind drifting back to that encounter. you couldn’t help but think about him, especially the way he dismissed you with that amused smile. you found yourself imagining what it would be like to get under his skin, to turn the tables and make him crave your attention. the fantasy of him needing you, added an intriguing layer to your otherwise glamorous life, turning a fleeting moment into an obsession you couldn’t quite shake.

but when your parents told you it was time to start working, it felt like your life shattered into a thousand pieces. the carefree days of endless leisure and indulgence seemed to vanish in an instant, replaced by the looming specter of responsibility.

“work? no, daddy, i can't work! come on!” you protested, jumping up from the couch where you’d been lounging, utterly shocked to hear such a word coming out of your father’s mouth. “sweetheart, you're getting older. you need to start. it’s nothing strenuous, you can handle it,” he said, his tone calm but firm, as if he’d anticipated your reaction.

you rolled your eyes dramatically, shaking your head in disbelief. “mommy, tell him something,” you pleaded, turning to your mother for support. her face softened, but her resolve matched your father’s. “sweetie, your father is right. it’s time for you to start doing something meaningful with your life.”

“ugh! this is so unfair!” you exclaimed, storming out of the living room, your frustration bubbling over. “serving food and drinks at the golf club, what a thrill!” you continued, your voice dripping with sarcasm, even as you were already halfway down the hall. the very idea of work felt like a massive disruption to the perfect world you had always known.

so, the next day, you arrived at the golf club grounds dressed in a crisp white polo top and a lace-trimmed skirt that fluttered lightly in the gentle breeze. you chewed your gum with an exaggerated pop, twirling a lock of your hair around your finger as your eyes were glued to your phone. leaning casually against the cart brimming with food and drinks, you barely noticed the lush green expanse of the golf course stretching out before you or the players attempting to perfect their swings. your thoughts were miles away, already in the comfort of your backyard pool.

“hey kid, can i get a bottle of water?” a voice broke through your reverie, jolting you back to the present. you sighed audibly, a trace of annoyance evident as you reluctantly tore your gaze from the phone screen and looked up. your eyes widened slightly when you recognized rafe cameron standing there, his tall frame outlined against the bright sun. he was dressed in casual golf attire: a pair of dark athletic shorts and a fitted polo shirt that hugged his frame. the shirt was a rich shade of blue that contrasted sharply with his tanned skin. he was watching you with a raised eyebrow, his golf club draped over his shoulder, a subtle challenge in his posture.

for a moment, you froze, the gum stalling in your mouth, your fingers still entwined in your hair. his presence was unexpected, and it took a beat for you to recover from the surprise. “well?” he prompted, his tone a mix of impatience and amusement.

you quickly straightened up, smoothing out the non-existent wrinkles on your skirt. “yes. yes, sorry.” you murmured, flustered, as you hurriedly moved behind the cart. your fingers fumbled slightly as you grabbed a bottle of water, the cool condensation a stark contrast to the warmth of your hand. as you handed it over, his long fingers brushed against yours ever so slightly, a fleeting touch that sent an unexpected shiver down your spine.

rafe took the bottle, a small smirk playing on his lips as he noticed your reaction. “thanks,” he said, his voice a low murmur that seemed to linger in the air. for a brief moment, your eyes met, and the world around you seemed to fade, leaving just the two of you standing there, the quiet tension palpable. then, as quickly as it had come, the moment passed, and he turned away, leaving you standing by the cart, your heart beating just a little faster than before.

and so it was that you began to love going there every morning. what had started as just a shitty job quickly turned into something else entirely. each day, your skirts grew shorter, the hemlines creeping higher to show off more of your legs, and sometimes, when you bent down just right, a glimpse of your panties would peek out. your tops became more revealing too, plunging necklines that barely contained your chest, with half-exposed cleavage and the faint outline of your nipples visible through the thin fabric.

you’d wear sunglasses, but they were never really meant to hide your eyes. instead, you’d let them slide down to the tip of your nose, giving you a perfect view of the course while still maintaining an air of disinterest. in your mouth, a lollipop, the bright candy swirling slowly between your lips as you licked it. you knew exactly what you were doing, and you were enjoying every minute of it.

rafe observed every little detail, his eyes catching the deliberate way you acted. he was well aware that every gesture was calculated to get his attention. the others noticed it too, their comments cutting through the atmosphere with lines like, “man, why don’t you just go for it?” he’d shake his head, trying to ignore their jabs, but inside he was a mess. you were younger than him, yet the way you acted around him seemed to defy that boundary.

each night, when he returned home, he would retreat to his room or the bathroom, closing the door firmly behind him. he would free his aching erection, his mind consumed by thoughts of you. he’d stroke himself, imagining you acting like a total slut just for him. he knew it was all wrong, utterly wrong, but the fantasy consumed him entirely. no one could ever discover the depths of his obsession, the way his desire twisted his thoughts.

and one day, he could no longer contain himself. after everyone else had left, only the two of you remained. he seized your arm with a firm grip, dragging you forcefully toward the locker room. “what the fuck!” you shouted in surprise, but he didn’t acknowledge your outburst. without a word, he yanked open the door of the nearest bathroom and shoved you against the wall, shutting the door behind him with a harsh click. his voice, a low and menacing whisper, cut through the tense silence as he muttered, “you little slut, you’re finally gonna get what you want.” his fingers fumbled with his pants and boxers, pulling them down in a swift, determined motion.

he moved your soaked panties to the side and slid his throbbing cock inside of you in one powerful motion. rafe lifted your legs, wrapping them around his hips, as one hand slipped underneath your thigh, providing support and the other encircled your neck. your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling and gripping as your body arched in pleasure. loud moans and gasps filled the little bathroom.

“you’re so tight— fuck.” his voice was ragged, filled with primal desire as he whispered in your ear, his words sending a jolt of anticipation through your body. the heat of his breath against your skin made you tremble, your senses heightening with each passing moment. your eyes closed in bliss, head falling back in surrender to the pleasure that consumed you. his hand gripped your chin. "you couldn't wait, could you? to be filled by my cock," he taunted, a smirk playing on his lips as he felt you nod eagerly, a silent affirmation of your longing. "i want words, kid," he demanded, his breath warm against your flushed skin. "yes, shit—yes," you moaned out, your body responding instinctively to his touch, your walls tightening around him.

"acting like a whore just f’me. cum, baby," he grunted. with each thrust, his cock was sliding in and your pussy with a quickened pace, creating a symphony of skin slapping against skin, the little space filled with the sound of it. your skirt was hiked up to your hips, fully exposed to him, while your hands gripped his shoulders tightly as you pulled at his shirt, overcome by the intensity of the moment.

with a guttural groan, he released himself inside you, his body tensing with the force of his release. you reached your orgasm too, your back arched in ecstasy as waves of pleasure washed over you. the air was thick with the scent of sex and sweat as you both rode the waves of climax together.

he lowered you, placing one hand on your hip as he noticed the trembling of your legs. his other hand gently caressed your cheek, streaked with mascara that had smudged from tears. "see you tomorrow, kid," he murmured, his voice rough and gravelly. then he turned and walked out of the bathroom, the door clicking softly behind him. left alone, you stood there, a faint, satisfied smile spreading across your lips, swollen and red.

you had finally gotten what you wanted.

[planetsage]

hiii pretty girl

“i'd say you need someone to put you in your place.” with kento and i’ll kiss you 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

hi mama 🌬️🌬️ and i’ll be expecting a FAT juicy one. put my pussy in this justtt for you <33 prompt list.

contains. nsfw so, minors and ageless blogs do not interact. f!reader, ceo!nanmi, bondage, public, vibrator, overstim, squirting, "sir."

“how about that one, hm? how does it feel?”

your widened eyes fog over; dark pupils enlarging amidst morning mist as they scream out salty tears that slip and slide down the apples of your warmed cheeks.

you can’t fucking think. the smalls of your wrist are burned and raw from your constant tugging at thick, coarse rope, the new rose-esque vibrator your boss coined constantly buzzing and sucking on your poor abused clit.

you’ve been prettily tied up in nanami’s office for hours testing out toys, special lubes, and shibari ropes: all the latest additions to his famous sex toy collection.

and you’re so hot all over, sitting in a pool of slick juices that soak and darken his push leathery office chair. nanami’s leaning against the edge of his desk. the loop of his tie is slightly loosened with three buttons of his white dress shirt messily undone, revealing shrubs of blonded hair. beefy muscles bulge out of the cotton, and he’s staring down at you with tight lips “can’t— nanam—”

“sir.”

“sir! ssorr— can’t— ‘s too much”

you feel yet another orgasm threatening to rip through you, your legs shaking and twitching uncontrollably under his observational gaze.

“you can’t?” he slams the clipboard he had been steadily scribbling in down on his desk, approaching your bound body. “that’s not what i asked you. however, your stupidity serves as a testament to its quality .. ” he leans down to splash at the puddle of your arousal, soaking his palms, “this filthy mess does as well.”

“pleeeasee” you cry out. looking up into his dark eyes and he tuts.

“i didn’t hire you to sit there and be pathetic. you must’ve forgotten your role in this company.”

he moves back over to his desk and starts digging through the cardboard box of new merchandise before pulling out a black vibrating cock ring. and if you were there, mentally, you’d whine at how he slides his fat cock through the hole in dress pants, squeezing out a thick glob of clear lube onto his tip before slipping the ring down his length, “i’d say you need someone to put you in your place.”

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As the Autumn-Winter season approaches, it’s time to revamp your wardrobe with the latest trends in ethnic wear. The AW24 collection is here to redefine style with a mix of traditional elegance and modern flair. From rich fabrics and intricate patterns to bold colors and innovative designs, this season's ethnic wear offers a fresh take on classic styles. Whether you're shopping for festive occasions, casual outings, or office-ready looks, the AW24 Collection has something for everyone. Let’s dive into the fashion trends for women this season and explore how you can incorporate them into your wardrobe.

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Salwar Kameez with a Modern Twist: Chic & Contemporary Designs for You

Introduction:

In the ever-evolving landscape of fashion, staying ahead of the curve is paramount. This season, as trends continue to shift towards chic and contemporary styles, it’s time to revamp your wardrobe with the latest salwar designs that are making waves in the fashion world. From modern cuts to bold prints, we’ve curated a selection of must-have pieces to elevate your fashion game and ensure you stand out with sophistication and style.

Historical Origins:

The origins of the salwar kameez can be traced back to the Mughal era in the Indian subcontinent, particularly during the 16th century. The Mughals, who were of Central Asian descent, introduced various elements of their culture, including clothing styles, which significantly influenced the local attire.

The salwar, the loose-fitting trousers worn as part of the outfit, has its roots in Central Asia. It was adapted and popularized in the Indian subcontinent during the Mughal period. The kameez, a long tunic or shirt, evolved from ancient Indian Outfits such as the kurta, which were traditionally worn by both men and women.

Samyakk.com: Find Your Perfect Festive Outfit

Looking for a stunning outfit that blends elegance, tradition, and modern style? Look no further than the Georgette Palazzo Suit collection at Samyakk.com! Whether you’re attending a wedding, a festive celebration, a chic party, or even a formal event, we have the ideal Salwar Kameez to suit your every occasion.

Wedding Salwar Kameez boast intricate embroidery, rich fabrics, and stunning designs that will make you a vision of grace and beauty on your special day. From classic red Crop Top Suit and regal gold Tissue Organza Unstitched Salwar to trendy pastels and vibrant hues, our collection offers a vast array of options to match your taste.

Stepping out for a party? Our Party Salwar Kameez Summer collection features glamorous silhouettes, shimmering embellishments, and contemporary cuts that will ensure you turn heads. Whether you prefer floor-length Anarkalis, trendy sharara suits, or chic Indo-western Plus Size Organza Palazzo Suit ensembles, we have something to match every party vibe.

Festival Salwar Kameez capture the essence of Indian festivities with exquisite craftsmanship, rich colors, and timeless designs. Embrace tradition with a modern twist in our fusion-inspired outfits that blend classic motifs with contemporary aesthetics.

For formal gatherings and corporate events, our Formal Wear Salwar Kameez collection offers sophistication and elegance. Tailored to perfection with clean lines, subtle embellishments, and luxe fabrics, these outfits strike the perfect balance between professionalism and style, making them ideal for workwear or formal occasions.

Workwear Salwar Kameez ensures you exude confidence and style effortlessly. From understated elegance to power-packed designs, these outfits are crafted to make a lasting impression.

Explore our diverse collection of Georgette Palazzo Suits and Unstitched Salwars at Samyakk.com, where each ensemble is a masterpiece crafted with love and precision. Elevate your wardrobe with our exquisite designs and make every occasion memorable with your impeccable style!

Evolution and Cultural Significance:

Over time, the salwar kameez evolved to reflect the diverse cultural identities and regional variations within the Indian subcontinent. Different regions developed their own unique styles, cuts, fabrics, and embroidery techniques, resulting in a rich tapestry of sartorial traditions.

The salwar suit became an integral part of everyday wear for both men and women across various socio-economic backgrounds. It provided comfort, flexibility, and modesty, making it suitable for diverse occasions ranging from casual outings to formal events.

Modern Cuts: Gone are the days when salwars were confined to traditional silhouettes. Embrace the modern era with sleek and sophisticated cuts that exude elegance. Opt for tapered or cigarette pants paired with long, flowy kurtas for a contemporary twist on the designer salwar suit. Experiment with asymmetrical hemlines or structured designs for a fashion-forward look that is sure to turn heads.

2. Bold Prints: Elevate your style with ethnic salwar suits boasting vibrant prints. From intricate florals to captivating geometric motifs, there’s a print to suit every taste. Embrace the trend of mixing and matching prints for a dynamic ensemble, or opt for sophistication with a single striking print paired with neutral separates. Make a statement this season in printed salwar suits that fuse traditional charm with contemporary allure, reflecting your unique fashion sense.

3. Luxe Fabrics: Enhance your look with luxurious fabrics exuding sophistication and style. Opt for silk salwar suits for weddings, epitomizing elegance with rich textures and intricate detailing. Beat the heat with cotton salwar suits for summer, offering comfort and style. Experiment with traditional salwar suit patterns and embellishments like sequins or embroidery for added allure. Whether for a special occasion or everyday wear, luxe fabrics such as velvet or brocade are a must-have, ensuring opulence and refinement throughout the season.

4. Contemporary Embellishments: Update traditional salwar designs with contemporary flair, incorporating statement buttons, bold zippers, or chic cut-outs for edge. Experiment with unconventional placements and unexpected details, crafting a fashion-forward ensemble. Explore modern salwar suit collections featuring embroidered suits with jackets or contemporary Patiala suits, adding visual interest. Elevate your style with a fusion of tradition and modernity, setting a distinctive tone that sets you apart from the crowd.

5. Playful Silhouettes: Explore playful silhouettes to elevate your style. From voluminous palazzos to flirty culottes, indulge in fun and flirty styles. Mix and match different silhouettes for a dynamic and eclectic look that reflects your individuality. Discover stylish churidar suits or palazzo salwar suits with dupatta online. Step out of your comfort zone and embrace whimsical charm, setting a fashion statement that is uniquely you.

6. Minimalist Chic: Embrace minimalist chic with clean lines and neutral hues for a timeless look. Choose pastel color salwar suits for understated elegance. Invest in high-quality basics like classic churidar pants or straight cut salwars, perfect for dressing up or down. For convenience, buy salwar suit online and elevate your wardrobe effortlessly. With streamlined silhouettes and versatile designs, achieve a sophisticated style that transcends trends and remains eternally fashionable.

7. Fusion Fashion: Discover the latest fusion fashion trends in trendy salwar suits online. Embrace the fusion fashion trend by blending cultural elements into your designs. Experiment with eclectic prints, vibrant colors, and unique embellishments inspired by global fashion trends. Mix traditional Indian silhouettes with contemporary Western styles for an effortlessly cool and fashion-forward look that makes a bold statement. Celebrate diversity and individuality with an eclectic ensemble available to buy as salwar suits online, ensuring convenience and style at your fingertips.

Discover Exquisite Designer Salwar Kameez at Samyakk.com

Welcome to Samyakk.com, your one-stop shop for exquisite designer salwar kameez and more! We pride ourselves on offering the best designer salwar kameez for weddings, ensuring you look stunning on your special day.

Located in Bangalore, we provide a convenient online shopping experience, allowing you to buy designer salwar kameez in Bangalore and beyond with ease. Our diverse collection features a wide variety of styles, including embroidered, printed, palazzo, straight cut, and sharara salwar kameez, catering to every taste and occasion.

Stay ahead of the curve with our latest designer salwar kameez collections, curated to reflect the hottest trends. From trendy bridal salwar kameez styles to chic options for festivals and following Eid salwar kameez trends, we have everything you need to make a statement.

Planning a party? Our selection of stylish salwar kameez is perfect for any event, featuring designs that exude sophistication and glamour. Pair them with the latest kurta with palazzo pants styles for a modern take on traditional attire.

Looking for something unique? Explore our trending sharara salwar kameez designs, crafted with intricate detailing and luxurious fabrics. Each piece is a masterpiece that celebrates timeless elegance and contemporary flair.

Experience the convenience of online shopping with Samyakk.com. Browse through our extensive collection, find your perfect designer salwar kameez, and have it delivered straight to your doorstep. Elevate your wardrobe with our stunning range and embrace your style with confidence. Shop now at Samyakk.com!

Frequently Asked Questions (FAQs)

Where can I buy these trendy salwar suits featured in the article? A: You can explore and purchase the latest trendy salwar suits online through various platforms and retailers like Samyakk, which offers a wide range of captivating designs and luxurious fabrics.

What makes Samyakk stand out as a brand for salwar suits? A: Samyakk is known for its captivating colors, exclusive designs, and luxurious fabrics. Their collection includes trendy Anarkali suits, Sharara suits, and designer salwars, catering to diverse tastes and occasions.

How do I choose the right salwar suit style for me? A: Consider your personal style preferences, body type, and the occasion when selecting a salwar suit. Whether you prefer minimalist chic or playful silhouettes, there’s a style to match every taste and occasion in the trendy collections available online.

Are there any tips for styling these chic and contemporary salwar suits?A: Experiment with mixing and matching different silhouettes, prints, and colors to create a dynamic ensemble that reflects your individuality. Don’t be afraid to incorporate modern cuts, bold prints, and contemporary embellishments for a fashion-forward look.

Can I find salwar suits suitable for special occasions like weddings or festivals? A: Yes, Samyakk offers a range of salwar suits perfect for special occasions like weddings or festivals. Look for options like silk salwar suits for weddings or Anarkali suits with intricate detailing for festive events.

How do I ensure the salwar suit I buy online fits me well? A: Before purchasing, refer to the size charts provided by the online retailer and carefully measure yourself. Additionally, read customer reviews for insights into the fit and quality of the salwar suit you’re interested in.

Is fusion fashion suitable for all body types? A: Yes, fusion fashion allows for experimentation and customization, making it suitable for all body types. Whether you prefer traditional Indian silhouettes or contemporary Western styles, you can find options that flatter your figure and reflect your unique sense of style.

Does Samyakk offer international shipping for their trendy salwar suits? A: Yes, Samyakk provides international shipping services for customers worldwide. Whether you’re located in India or abroad, you can enjoy the convenience of ordering their chic and contemporary salwar suits online and having them delivered to your doorstep anywhere in the world. Please check with Samyakk for specific details regarding international shipping rates, delivery times, and any applicable customs duties or taxes.

Conclusion

This season’s trendiest salwar designs, curated by Samyakk, boast captivating colors, exclusive designs, and luxurious fabrics. Explore their collection featuring trendy Anarkali suits, Sharara suits, and designer salwars. Embrace modernity with contemporary cuts, bold prints, and embellishments, while honoring timeless elegance. Whether you prefer minimalist chic or playful silhouettes, Samyakk offers a style to match every taste and occasion. Experiment with different trends and styles to reflect your unique personality and stay on-trend with these must-have pieces turning heads wherever you go.

Samyakk.com — Where Fashion Meets Quality

At Samyakk.com, we believe that salwar kameez should be both stylish and comfortable. We offer high-quality garments crafted with the finest materials and meticulous attention to detail.

So why wait? Explore the world of Samyakk.com and discover your perfect salwar kameez today!

Happy Shopping…

[bank42n]

BN RDTW MK II, Men's Complete Office Uniform.

Get dressed up and be ready for today's work!

These are swatch previews of my latest BN clothing collection. Choose from 5 shirt colors, 8 pant options, and 11 necktie designs. All pieces are interchangeable, allowing you to create the perfect combinations

Early Access → https://bank42n.com/bnrdtwmkii

Public Access Mon, 25 March 2024

[its-poojagupta-shree]

The autumn breeze is whispering promises of cozy evenings and fashionable layers, and the winter chill is just around the corner. It's that time of the year when we embrace the warmth of knits and the allure of layered outfits. At SHREE, we're excited to announce the much-anticipated pre-launch of our Festive 2023 collection. This collection is not just a fashion statement; it's an invitation to elevate your style, embrace tradition, and celebrate the beauty of cotton and rayon. Join us as we delve into the world of fashion trends for Festive '23, covering everything from cotton ethnic suits to rayon kurtas for ladies.

[dancinglikebutterflywings]

Little Love Notes | Bang Chan 

Pairing: Bang Chan x Fem!Reader  

Summary: Chan's girlfriend likes to leave him little notes.  

Warnings: It just fluffy. I have written a little drabble similar to this but wanted to switch it around so it's reader leaving him little love notes. This is a repost from my now deactivated blog. More of an explanation in my pinned post.

Word Count: 482 

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Chan's heart swelled with warmth as he read the little note once again. The words are written on a bright yellow post-it note which was stuck to his laptop lid. It was a simple sentence, but it meant so much to him.  

"Have a great day, my love. Don’t be too hard on yourself."   

The last couple day’s he’d been a little hard on himself because he couldn’t get a part of the latest song they’ve been working on right. No matter how he mixed it, with and without Changbin and Jisung’s help, he couldn’t seem to get it sounding like he envisioned in his mind.   

Taking a moment before he goes back to the song that’s becoming a headache, he remembers back to when Y/N left him the first note she ever left him. They had just moved in together when he found a post-it note stuck to the screen of his phone, with ‘I love you’ written on it. From that day on, Y/N made it her mission to leave him little love notes around their apartment. Some days they just said I love you and other days they’d be a small paragraph reminding him how loved he is, or how lucky she is to have him. Sometimes they would be sweet little reminders for him to take breaks, or to go easy on the guys and stuff like that. When he went away, whether it be in South Korea or overseas, the little notes would continue. He’d find them on in his bag, in the pocket of a random hoodie or pair of pants, and on his electronics. He even found one wrapped around his toothbrush, one time.   

The guys often tease him about the notes, but he doesn't care. He loves these notes more than anything because they are a physical representation of her love for him. It’s his and Y/N’s little thing they have that doesn’t involve anyone else. He loves it and would be sad if she ever stopped writing them.  

As he opens his laptop, he chuckles to himself when he finds another note in his girlfriend's handwriting. ‘Can we please have McDonald’s for dinner?’  

He puts the notes somewhere safe so he can add them to the growing collection, filling his desk drawer at him. Grabbing his phone, he pulls up his messages with Y/N, and types out his reply to her notes.  

‘You have a good day too. I’ll pick up McDonald’s on my way home tonight. I love you so much x.’  

He puts his phone to the side and boots up his laptop to get started working on the newest 3racha song.  

It doesn’t take long before his phone buzzes, notifying him that he has a new message. When he checks it, he smiles, seeing it’s from Y/N.   

‘I’ll message you my order later. I love you so much too, baby xxxxx.’ 

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