#leather belts 2024

[sunnetherlands]

https://www.sunenterprises.eu/en/products/leather-cord/leather-accessories/leather-mens-belts/formal-mens-belts.html

[newestcool]

The Buckle Large Leather Handbag With Belt of the Prada s/s 2024 rtw collection Creative Director Miuccia Prada & Raf Simons Newest Cool

[mahoganygold213]

Schiaparelli |Spring Summer 2024 Haute Couture

[josephquinnstyle]

Joseph Quinn is wearing Our Legacy's Italian Calf Leather Belt in Black

PRICE: £160/$200

ADDITIONAL INFORMATION

Our Belt 2 cm in Black Leather. Produced in an Italian calf leather, the belt is 2 cm wide and features a metal pin buckle closure, a metal keeper, a metal tip and a dust bag cover.

The belt has a width of 2 cm and measures 80 cm, 90 cm or 100 cm from the end to the middle belt hole - including the buckle.

[batnoise]

[🦇 / june 2024 ] FASHIONABLY LATE FOR PRIDE 🌈⚡💖 (he/him)

[ID: a digital drawing of trench (he/him), a golden bat anthro with wild hair, a heart marking on his forehead, red eyes with sharp eyebrows and heavy eyelashes, small black wings on his back. he is dressed in an outfit consisting of a black crop top, a fishnet body suit with openings on the sides, chain choker, heart drip sunglasses, gloves, various other belts and cuffs, distressed black short shorts, fishnet tights, thigh-high striped socks striped in black and the trans flag colors, and ankle high leather boots with colorful buckles. he wears lots of hairpins, stickers and accessories in the colors of various pride flags (bi, trans, and QVP). he sits with his legs kicked up, boots in perspective. the background is a swipe of black against gray, with the colors of the QVP flag sprayed on top. /end ID]

[nyc-looks]

Bells, 24

“I am wearing a vintage leather motorcycle jacket from Amsterdam, With Jean top from Depop, Citrus Edible Moss Mexico 66 Onitsuka Tigers, belt from the Attic, and stamp pants from The Kit. Funnily enough this outfit does not fit the main style trope my friends often give me: sexy librarian. Sometimes I want to look like a forest gremlin who crawled out of a redwood. Sometimes I love a vampy indies sleaze vibe. Sometimes I want to look a sunflower personified. 98% of the time you’ll find me in a mini skirt or little dress. I love a good oversized blazer and men’s button down and some knee high boots. If I were to sum up what inspires me it’d be the queer community. Fashion has always been shaped by queer people.”

Apr 20, 2024 ∙ Gowanus

[oydis]

Sunny Collection ☀️

I could have made something more fitting for the season but inspiration works in mysterious ways - I don’t make the rules! 💫

Here you have an airy collection to start dreaming about spring with a trendy 3/4 sleeved shirt; a simple, lightly flared, high-waisted miniskirt complete with its belt; and knee-high shiny leather boots 👢 Because it has a protruding mesh, the skirt is ideal to wear with crop tops or accessory tops; the dress is the best option to get the full look with an overlay to change the color of the skirt 🎨

5 new base game items

female, teen to elder

27 colors + 8 patterns for skirts

LODs, maps, thumbnails, color-tagged

skirt overlay as » toenail polish «

disallowed for random

more of #my cc

Download links under the cut - early access (public Jan 18th, 2024) RELEASED

Sunny Collection ☀️

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downloads   ||   #my cc   ||   recolors of my cc   ||   ☕️

[hanasnx]

DATE NIGHT — bruce wayne, dick grayson, jason todd, tim drake, terry mcginnis, talon.

MINORS DNI 18+ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ NOTES: for @xstarkillerx and his date night prompt ノ features indyfied (potentially ooc) tim drake. WARNINGS: drug mentions: weed, acid ノ suggestive content: dancing, grinding ノ ooc tim drake perhaps.

✩ BRUCE WAYNE

outfit(s) ¡! ❞

Black turtleneck; ghurka pants; versace black leather belt; calatrava watch; loafers or chairman dress lace-ups; ballston merino gray wool socks.

location(s) ¡! ❞

He's a versatile dater, he can make any scene his scene: club, bar, concert, dinner. He's already a VIP member there with a table he owns, not to mention a proud shareholder. He can get you backstage, he knows the performer personally because they're a close friend. He's got a lot of ins places, which makes dating easy and frequent.

✩ DICK GRAYSON

outfit(s) ¡! ❞

Expensive: black t-shirt; grand seiko watch; a single stainless steel huggie earring; figaro 5mm silver chain; hopsack wide leg pants; chelsea boots; cavalli black leather belt; worn quarter length white socks.

Casual: he keeps the jewelry and t-shirt; loose fitted jeans; leather lace up boots.

location(s) ¡! ❞

His expensive dates are nice restaurants. Casual are much more frequent and range from the rare fast food stop to the movies. He's not above dancing and grinding with you at the club. Gym dates are easy, but that requires a different wardrobe.

✩ JASON TODD

outfit(s) ¡! ❞

Cargo joggers; carhartt black webbing belt; beat-up black leather biker jacket; off white t-shirt or long sleeve; alphaforce duty boots; crew length black socks; silver cross chain and he doesn't really know why he wears it; frayed leather band bracelets on one wrist; silver band rings; ear cuffs; sometimes a ratty red ball cap to keep his hair out of his face.

location(s) ¡! ❞

Public dates are very rare. Movies, or spending time at the bookstore or library with a coffee and a seat, cafés, delis. Mostly at home having a movie night or a nap.

✩ TIM DRAKE

outfit(s) ¡! ❞

Old skool black vans or vans checkerboard slip ons; mismatched holed quarter length socks; dark wash wide leg jeans; graphic t-shirt of something he's never heard of; black grommet belt; skinny hair ties and falling apart string friendship bracelets and rubber wristbands on his wrists; leather string coin pendant necklace; cartilage and first and seconds ear piercings.

location(s) ¡! ❞

Videogames at home: couch co-ops like mortal combat, mario kart, overcooked, wii sports resort, or portal 2. Ordering in everything from pizza to sushi. Popping acid and/or smoking. Keeping up with a show together, movie nights. Hanging out on the roof to watch the stars.

✩ TERRY McGINNIS

outfit(s) ¡! ❞

Brown chelsea boots; black split neckline t-shirt; washed patch pockets on dark cuffed jeans; joe rocket classic leather motorcycle jacket; timberland belt.

location(s) ¡! ❞

Clubs are his best bet because of his unusual schedule, but a fancier dinner or two is on the table as a rare and occasional treat. Also running errands together.

✩ TALON

outfit(s) ¡! ❞

Suede brown blazer; hopsack wide leg pants; white or black turtleneck; chairman dress lace-ups; quarter length black socks; burgundy leather gloss belt; silver cross chain.

location(s) ¡! ❞

Will not go out in public. Any dinners will be at your place if any actually take place. He's prone to disappearing.

@HANASNX 2024 | do not copy, plagiarize, or steal.

[taylorswiftstyle]

Out and about | New York City, NY | September 6, 2024

Undress Code 'No Promises Bodysuit' - $159.00 Louis Vuitton 'Coussin BB Bag' - $4,150.00 The Row 'Classic Leather Belt' - $590.00 Louis Vuitton 'Donna High Boot' - $2,760.00

If I had to describe my own personal fashion wheelhouse, I would say it sits closer to neutrals and classic/polished cuts. An outfit that involves all black, a blazer, and boots? Sign me up! While in my own life I ordinarily wouldn’t reach for a mesh bodysuit … on a NYC date night - I’ll accept it. Encourage it, even! The sheer quality of this bodysuit actually reminds me of the Tortured Poets cover and how those clothes communicated a feeling of powerful, sensual, and raw vulnerability. An ownership over something intimate. Choosing what exactly to make public and what to keep a little veiled. This new-to-her brand also represents two of her signature style pillars: the high/low and indie designers. This is when Taylor will mix high end brands with more accessibly priced pieces (often from smaller, lesser-known labels like this Polish brand whose cheeky name references their predominantly sheer offerings that largely centers on lingerie and bodysuits) for an inspirational/attainable blend. 

Taylor has often gone back to an all black look for dinner nights out. And who can blame her. I lean on all black all the time when I want to feel polished and chic. Texturally, I thought this was a really well-played outfit. The differences in material and feel prevent an all black look from feeling too one-note. Between the mesh of the top, the silk of the blazer, and the embossing of the bag and boots the outfit has tons of movement and interest. Even all using the same colour! And in terms of metallic styling, there’s a motif of gold in all her hardware that keeps things cohesive.

Illustration by Amelia Noyes

[littlest-w01f]

Punishment

Rhysand x Reader

For @officialrhysandweek

Rhysand week 2024 Masterlist

Day 4: Lord of Night

Summary: You knew your mate, Rhysand could be cruel, but you didn't know just how cruel the High Lord of Night Court could be when you pushed him to do his worst by accidentally humiliating him in front of his Court of Nightmares

Cw: Yes, yes, fine, I'll go to horny jail, this is a little degranged, see y'all there :) Dark!Rhys, choking, Rhys being aggressive but you like it, oral!M receiving, restraints, orgasm control, mind control, spanking, tendrils of darkness they produce starlight as cum, don't ask, SMUTTY SMUT SMUT 18+ MDNI

You had done it. You had managed to piss Rhysand off, albeit you had managed to humiliate him a little too, but something fucked up inside of you had wanted to see how far he could punish you, how cruel he could be. And the way he was looking at you, violet eyes blown dark, already had you dripping down your legs.

As you stood in Azriel's dungeon, your heart pounding in your chest, you couldn't help but notice the heat in Rhysand's gaze. The way his eyes seemed to devour you made you feel like prey being hunted. You swallowed hard, your throat suddenly dry, alright, perhaps it wasn't arousal you sensed in him, seeing him with unfiltered rage directed at you almost made you want to backtrack on your plan to get angry fucked stupid. "I… I'm sorry, Rhys..." You whispered, trying to apologize for what you had committed. But even as you spoke, you knew that wasn't what he wanted to hear.

He stepped towards you, his tall, muscular frame towering over yours. His hand reached out, fingers grazing the curve of your neck before gripping firmly. "You think apologies will save you?" His voice was low, rough and barely contained anger.

Rhysand lifted you in the air by your neck, "What did you call me? I think you need to refresh your memory since you think a 'sorry' would help."

His face twisted with fury, his voice laced with venomous intent. "You called me a stupid little arrogant bat, you called you High Lord that. If it was anyone else, I would've misted them on the spot." He hissed, punctuating each syllable with a squeeze of your neck. Your body tingled with every word he spat out, every muscle in your being tensed under his touch. You felt utterly vulnerable yet strangely exhilarated. "Do you think you deserve your punishment for disrespecting your High Lord?"

Your vision blurred from how hard he gripped your neck, head spinning, but it wasn't enough to make you pass out, "Yes, my Lord."

The admission sent a surge of pleasure through Rhysand, his grip tightening even more. "That's what I thought," he growled, a sinister smile playing on his lips. He tossed you back onto the cold stone floor of the dungeon, watching you land with an almost predatory satisfaction. "Now, let's see if you can earn yourself some forgiveness."

With deliberate slowness, he unbuckled his belt, and his pants followed suit, revealing his throbbing cock, erect and ready for action. "Get on your knees, little pet," he commanded, his voice a dangerous whisper.

The way he threw you hurt your lower back the second you landed your clothes disappeared, leaving you bare, but you moved to your knees fast so, as to not anger him further, and he looped his belt around your neck, pulling you closer, the moment his belt wrapped around your neck, you felt the rush of adrenaline mixed with fear. But instead of pushing you away, it drew you closer, toward his powerful thighs.

He leaned back against the wall, positioning himself comfortably while keeping a firm hold on the leather strap. "That's right… Show me just how much you love my cock, maybe I won't punish you too hard." he murmured, his tone heavy with lust and dominance.

As you started licking and sucking on his cock, you could taste his muskiness, the salty tang of his pre-cum on your tongue. Every stroke of your mouth brought a groan of pleasure from him, fueling your desire to please him better.

The sensation of your warm, wet mouth enveloping his cock sent waves of pleasure coursing through Rhysand's veins. Each suckle, each lick was driving him wilder. "Fuck… That's it, little pet," he moaned, his fingers digging into your scalp, guiding your movements.

His hips began to move instinctively, thrusting hard into your eager mouth. "Look at me when you suck my cock," he demanded, his violet eyes locked onto yours, filled with raw desire.

You gagged as he pushed all the way in. The sight of you choking on his cock, tears welling up in your eyes as the belt tightened around your delicate throat, only served to heighten Rhysand's arousal. He thrust deeper, hitting the back of your throat repeatedly, revelling in the gagging sounds you made every time. Both of you knew, that if it got too much for you, you'd do your safe signal, or scream your safeword down his mind and Rhysand always watched out for it.

"That's a good girl," he praised, repeatedly thrusting his cock into your mouth, his voice strained with impending release. "Keep going just like that." His balls tightened, signalling his approaching climax. With a guttural groan, he held your head still and pumped his hot seed directly down your throat. "Swallow it all," he commanded breathlessly, his cock pulsing with each spurt of cum.

You pant, coughing a little as you try to swallow everything, you rest you head on his thigh, body curling into him in need, your cunt pulsating in pleasure and pain. It was all too much and you were loving it.

Rhysand watched intently as you struggled to catch your breath after swallowing every last drop of his release. Once you finally managed to pull yourself together, he helped you sit up, running his fingers through your dishevelled hair affectionately.

"You did so well, little pet," he praised, cupping your face tenderly and leaning in to press a gentle kiss to your swollen lips, tasting himself on you. "Such a good slut for your High Lord." He grinned, his violet eyes sparkling with amusement and satisfaction. "Now, let's see about punishing you properly…"

"But you said you wouldn't..." Your eyes were wide at his words.

Rhysand chuckled, "I said I wouldn't punish you too hard, but I would do it hard enough for the lesson to land."

With that, he picked you up once again, this time carrying you over to the nearby post, you could only guess how Azriel tortured people on it. He secured your hands in place, making sure you were comfortable and stable before stepping back to admire his handiwork.

"Comfortable now, little pet?" Rhysand asked mockingly, a wicked grin spreading across his face. He grabbed his belt from where it hung loosely around your neck, letting the cool leather slide between his fingers. "Time to teach you a lesson about respect."

You were sure he would spank you, or whip you, but you were taken by surprise by the tendrils of darkness that began to grow from his palms, from every corner of the room.

The tendrils of darkness snaked their way around your naked form, coiling tightly and binding your limbs in place. You were left completely exposed, vulnerable, and helpless. It was a perfect setup for Rhysand to take his revenge on you.

"Now, where were we?" he mused aloud, circling around you like a predator eyeing its prey. His hands moved to his own clothes, tugging them off quickly until he stood before you completely naked. His cock twitched eagerly, ready for round two. "For your punishment, you can't cum, sweet thing." He purred, taking hold of your mind.

You gasp and struggle, both in the physical restraint and the mental one. You were baffled that he thought you would be able to stop your climax if it hit you, but you tried to fight the pleasure of the tendrils of darkness prodding at you. You gasp as one lands a lash on your ass, Rhysand watching in amusement.

They poked aggressively at your breasts, tied around your thighs and ankles, they lifted your legs to your chest, giving Rhysand a complete view of your dripping cunt and tight ass. They curiously make their way between your legs, smacking against your skin as they go, Rhysand controlling their pace and aggression.

The tendrils teased mercilessly at your most sensitive areas, tracing the curves of your breasts, flicking across your hardened nipples, brushing feather-light along your cunt. You could feel the pressure building inside you, the desperate need for release.

"Not yet, little pet," Rhysand purred, his voice a seductive caress in your mind. "Not until I say so." He positioned himself before you, his cock pressing insistently against your soaked entrance. With one swift motion, he buried himself deep inside your tight heat, groaning at the exquisite feeling of your walls gripping him. He set a brutal pace, without waiting for you to adjust, pounding into you relentlessly as the tendrils continued their torturous assault on your body.

Your walls clenched around him instinctively, but the tendrils of darkness kept you from reaching any sort of release. "You're so fucking tight," he groaned.

As you cry out from the pleasure and pain of his pace, a thick tendril shoves itself into your mouth, effectively gagging you and a few of them play with your breasts, one finding its way to tease at your clit

The added stimulation from the tendril in your mouth and the one teasing your clit had your entire body screaming for release. But Rhysand was having none of it. He maintained a relentless pace, his cock pistoning in and out of your clenching cunt.

"Can't come, can you?" he taunted, his voice rough with lust. "Even though your body wants nothing more than to explode around my cock." His tendrils pinch and twist your nipples at his words, adding another layer of pain to the mix.

The tendril in your mouth pushed harder, forcing you to choke on your cries of pleasure. And the one tormenting your clit increased its pressure, drawing circles around your sensitive bud. "Just like that," he breathed out, his thrusts becoming even more forceful.

You were sure you were going to climax, you felt yourself go over the edge, but nothing came, there was no end. Whatever Rhysand had done, had taken your ability to physically orgasm. and the thought scared you just as much as it made your cunt droll all over his cock.

"Ah figured it out, did you?" Rhysand purred, "This. Is. Your. Punishment. Sweetheart." He punctuated each word with a sharp thrust, but you were incapable of orgasming.

Rhysand grinned triumphantly, reveling in the power he held over you. Your helplessness only fueled his desire, causing his cock to throb even harder inside your stretched hole.

"This is what happens when you disobey me, little pet," he murmured, his voice low and menacing. "You lose control over your own body." He leaned in close, his hot breath tickling your ear as he whispered, "And I get to use you however I please."

With renewed vigour, he fucked you mercilessly, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing through the room. The tendrils of darkness continued their sadistic dance, pinching, twisting, spanking and stroking your sensitive body without mercy.

Rhysand's pace became erratic, his thrusts growing more frantic as he chased his own release. The tension in his body was palpable, his muscles coiled tight like a spring ready to snap.

"I'm going to fill you up, little pet," he gritted out, his voice strained with impending climax. "Going to mark you as mine, inside and out." With a final, brutal push, hitting against your cervix, he buried himself to the hilt and erupted, his hot seed flooding your depths.

As he emptied himself into you, the tendrils of darkness intensified their assault, pushing you to the very brink of insanity. You teetered on the edge, desperate for relief, but Rhysand's magic ensured you couldn't find it. Finally, with a satisfied grunt, he pulled out, leaving you gaping open and dripping with his release.

The tendrils of darkness didn't relent, not even after Rhysand had finished pumping his seed into you. They filled your cunt, stretching you further and filling you with an overwhelming sense of fullness. You cried around the appendage in your mouth as Rhysand's cock was replaced by two of his tendrils.

"Such a pretty sight," Rhysand murmured, watching as his cum dripped from your glistening folds, filled with two of his tendrils, a painful stretch. He traced a finger down your flushed cheek, wiping away a tear that had escaped. "Look at you, crying from pleasure and punishment." A cruel smile played on his lips. "Isn't this exactly what you wanted?"

It was, this was what you had wanted, for him to be as cruel as he could to you, but you hadn't expected he would take away your ability to reach your peak, just leaving you to wither from him and the tendrils he formed.

The tendrils twisted inside you, curling and writhing in a sick parody of a lover's touch, thrusting in and out of you. Rhysand revelled in your desperation, your whimpers and moans music to his ears. He circled behind you, his fingertips trailing down your spine, eliciting a shudder.

"You look stunning like this," he praised, his voice a sinful purr. "Bound, used, and utterly at my mercy." To emphasize his point, he delivered a sharp smack to your ass, the sound ringing out obscenely in the air. "Maybe I should keep you like this forever. My personal fucktoy, ready to be played with whenever I want."

The tendrils inside you pulsed, mimicking the rhythm of his words, pushing you ever closer to that elusive edge. The tendrils in your cunt and mouth moved in tandem, undulating and pulsing, driving you wild with need.

"You're so responsive," he growled appreciatively. "I love how easily you fall apart for me." His other hand slid down your trembling body, fingers finding your swollen clit and rubbing roughly. "Come for me, little bird. Show me how much you love being used."

But even as he commanded it, you remained suspended on the precipice, unable to topple over into bliss. Tears streamed freely down your face now, a combination of frustration and overwrought sensation. You needed release so badly it hurt, but Rhysand's magic prevented it, keeping you in a state of agonized ecstasy.

But strangely, his tendrils of darkness came, or that was the sensation you felt, filling your mouth and cunt up, over and over again, splattering over your body. After a few mouthfuls went down your throat, you realised it was starlight in one of its purest forms that seemed to leave the darkness, the thought had you dizy, or perhaps it was the starlight itself.

It was euphoric, the taste of it. Like a drug coursing through your body, starlight covered every inch of you, you didn't understand how they could form starlight, but you weren't enough in your own mind or body to care.

Rhysand watched with hooded eyes as starlight poured from his tendrils, coating your entire being in a shimmering sheen. He chuckled darkly, enjoying the sight of you drenched in celestial matter as his tendrils withdrew, not before passing you off to Rhysand with gentle care.

"What a beautiful mess you've become," he remarked, tracing a fingertip along the curve of your hip where starlight trickled down. "Filled with both my essence and the cosmos itself." He pressed his palm against your lower back. You were floating, blissfully unaware of everything but your mate, your Rhysand.

With a soft chuckle, he whispered, "You've been a wonderful girl. Taking your punishment so well." and the barrier he had cast on you seemed to leave, and your impending orgasm hit you with its entirely painful pace, as he stroked your clit to sooth over your release.

You fell into an abyss of pleasure, screaming out in ecstasy as you finally reached your long overdue orgasm, the orgasm was a punishment in itself. Wave after wave of intense bliss crashed over you, drowning out everything else. Your body convulsed, your walls clenching tightly around nothing but Rhysand's finger at your clit as you rode the high.

Rhysand watched, his expression unreadable, as you bucked and writhed against him. When your orgasm subsided, leaving you gasping for breath, he leaned in close, whispering in your ear, "Welcome back, darling. You did so good."

You could barely open your eyes, and when you did, you saw the familiar warmth of Rhysand's eyes, you tried to speak but nothing came out, so Rhysand just gently turned you up in his arms, "It's all over, my precious, I'm take you home."

Despite your exhaustion, you felt a sense of peace wash over you, knowing that you were safe with Rhysand, before you passed out, you heard him whisper in an amused tone, "I didn't quite know they could produce starlight, lovely. That should do wonders for your skin and hair."

Rhysand looked down at you, marvelling at the sight of your spent body, glowing with traces of starlight.

"I must say, sweetheart," he mused aloud, "You have an uncanny ability to surprise me. First with your disobedience, then with your… Need for me to be ruthless." He smiled softly, brushing a lock of hair away from your face. "Perhaps we can explore those tendencies further sometime."

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[honeytonedhottie]

2024 fashion so far and my two cents⋆.ೃ࿔*:･👡👛

LEATHER BAGS ;

i think that leather bags are so absolutely adorable. but i've been seeing leather bags around my social media feeds a TON lately and they've all been adorned with a lot of metal. me personally, i rly love the maximalist look that these purses have with all their charms and keychains and metal pieces.

LEOPARD PRINT ;

by far my absolute FAVORITE 2024 fashion trend bcuz to me, leopard print never EVER went away. its literally the best and its so CUNT. leopard print is not just a statement, like u can make it work as an outfit in itself. and idk it just radiates confidence and video vixen vibes and im absolutely living for that.

CINCHING THE WAIST ;

i love cinching my waist when wearing dresses that dont automatically mold to my body. ofc it depends on the type of dress and the look that im going for but i LOVE to show off my figure with cinching my waist so im loving this fashion trend.

i also think its rly interesting when the belt ur using to cinch ur waist is on the larger side, like those BIG belts, thats so so cute. and to me it just gives a rly boho vibe which is also trending in 2024 according to one of my main sources. its so fall and i can't wait to keep doing it.

SHOUJO GIRL AESTHETIC ;

think hachi from nana. the shoujo girl trend is absolutely adorable and def second favorite for this year. things that really encapsulate the shoujo girl aesthetic include…💬🎀

♡ babydoll tops and dresses

♡ pastels and flowy fabrics

♡ sweet hairstyles such as loose curls, braids, blunt bangs etc

♡ pearl jewelry

RUFFLES ON CLOTHING ;

i've seen this EVERYWHERE and i love it. it looks like a jellyfish kind of and its giving JELLYFISH PRINCESS. not only does it add dimension to the clothing and to the outfit as a whole, but it does so while still maintaining the soft look. some pieces on my wishlist that incorporate the ruffles on clothing trend are shown below.

thats all for today but i just wanted to yap about 2024 fashion cuz i've been eating it up and i wanted to talk about it…💬🎀

[simstefani]

SIMSTEFANI: DROP 18.2

i'm excited to share the final pieces that i created in 2023! i hope you enjoy them and enjoy all the fun things in store for 2024.

love, simstefani

。 、・'゜ 。 、・'゜ 。 、・'゜ 。 、・'゜

new arrivals:

yohji yamamoto leather jacket with ivory letters

miu miu chantily lace upcycled skirt

frankies bikinis storm cable cloud knit mini dress

frankies bikinis storm cable cloud knit mini dress with fleur cable cloud knit pant

frankies bikinis fleur cable cloud knit pant

blumarine skinny jeans with buckle details

blumarine leather gladiator bracelets with embroidery studs

blumarine leather choker with embroideru studs

blumarine leather belt with embroidery studs

blumarine denim top with decor buckles

。 、・'゜ 。 、・'゜ 。 、・'゜ 。 、・'゜

DOWNLOAD - DROP 18.2

[junkienet]

✱ AFTER DAWN CARESSES ？ eagle master noa.

fluff ⌇ cute time with a partner undertone ⸻ ﹙ 𝒜lt ﹒ universe ﹚ established relationships. 𝒻.ᐟreader

LATE AT MIDNIGHT ◞ 09 : 27 o ' clock. ⸻ between entwined legs and arms.

underneath the canopy of bleak branches , the bubbling murkiness of the gelid grime ringlet your perspiring brow. you steep your corporeal weight on your hip—joint , stirring in the fathomless concave of the nest made of caramel—deerskin , shrubbery and withered leaf stalks. noa , master of birds , paladin of the eagle's clan , skates his elephantine thumb across the sun—peel of your cheek. the womb of his gloved palm in carved leather kneads the peach flesh , like seared bread. he whir's , gurgling beneath the thwack of accumulated drool under your tongue, the shore of your eye elongates and squash bellow the pumpkin—cushion of his fingers. you gulp the swell of saliva, cooling the structure of your larynx.

you rasp. " your hand is the same size as my cranium . " the ape crane his mandible , abstracted. his digits clatter on the beak of your head.

" cra—nee—um , hmm. " he scratches his throat, ambivalent.

you nod once , your fingernail galloping along the meadow of ochre fur that drenched the perimeter of his denuded , salmon—skinned ear. " cranium , yes. " you extol the arid tumult at the bottom of your dehydrated mouth. " you could crush it if you wanted to. " you babble in the cadence of a lonely nightingale.

the chimpanzee denies twice , muddling his snout , barbed of your human—kind ideality. he spits a smack of lips in the opposite route , undulating a drapery of your ravelled hair.

" i won't . " his shale timber of voice excavates into a nasal splutter.

you coil your head , distinguishing the crackle of the nest's teeny twigs. " but you could. "

" i won't . "

you broom the juncture of his scruff , blanding the pulsating pitter—patter of the crown of your skull as you perceive a scintilla of his viridian—green orbs , of wheat fields and groves , sumptuous. " i believe you . "

he sprain his upper—spine , the peak of his paw toes stroking the crook contour of his left kneecap . he panted a grunt , an abysmal clamor that hike's aerially , exultant .

" you have long nails . . . you could take my eyes out , " he glabber's with a sequence of drooped blinks. " if echo wanted to. "

you negate three times , slouching your forehead on his leafy , pompous bosom. " i won't. "

his herculean arm cascade parallel to an iron belt through the shoal arch of your waist , impelling you against his thorax.

" i believe you. "

SEXY JUTSU LIKE NARUTO ©JUNKIENET ╱ 2024.

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the wardrobe: water signs

this post applies to your aphrodite, venus, and rising signs. of course, these are only my opinions and everyone is different given degrees, aspects, and house placements. so take what i say with a grain of salt.

cancer (4°, 16°, 28°)

when i think cancer style i think: mom fits, elegant, demure, classically feminine, cozy, fluffy, high waisted, pearls, vintage, corsets, tote bags, bubble sleeves, showing or protecting the chest, maxi skirts and dresses, flowy, quality, puffy, layering, slip on shoes, etc.

scorpio (8°, 20°)

when i think scorpio style i think: seductive, dramatic, dark/intense colors, leather, silk, gothic, short skirts, formal ware, lace, high heels, trench coat, fishnets, shape ware, dainty jewelry, etc.

pisces (12°, 24°)

when i think pisces style i think: mermaid vibes, silk, crystals/gem stones as accessories, glitter makeup, fluffy, fur, bows, boots, new footwear, small tops, waist high, maxi dress/skirt, a mix of textures, belts, etc.

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[ID: a digital drawing of damien, an anthro german shepherd mage. he has spikey cream bangs, various piercings in his ears, blue eyes, a red collar with gold spikes, and a punkish outfit consisting of a cropped vest, an even shorter fishnet top, spiked and studded bracelets and leather glove, a dark red studded belt, and black shorts with red stitching and frayed ends. all of the metals on his outfit are gold. damien crouches on one knee with a smug expression on his face, slinging a baseball bat made of purple magic over one shoulder, and wields a glove and ball made of this same magic in his other hand. the background gradients from purple to black with a mess of warm colored splatters on top. /end ID]

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Lauren, 33

“I am wearing designs from my brand Acid Cat: re-designed vintage and second hand clothes, including the hand painted cowboy boots and little belt bag make from leather off cuts. Exploring joy and hardships inspires my style and everything I make. It’s all very personal and fluid. Clothing has always been an innate self connection and communication channel for me.”

Aug 10, 2024 ∙ Greenpoint