#long leg panty girdle

[unclefezlewig]

[tellius-to-fodlan]

Fódlan dress theories:

Underwear

They must wear underwear, but the silhouettes and exposed skin show that it's not the underwear of an equivalent period of earth history, but I doubt they have the materials for modern underwear, with its rubber elastic and foam. So, what would they wear?

We can see on Raphael that the closest garment to the skin for men (at least in the officers academy) is a shirt fastened with buttons:

Shirts of an equivalent time in Europe wouldn't open in the front, but that's not really relevant. I imagine the shirt is made of linen for easy laundering.

As for the bottom, I assume that men and women alike wear linen braies. They can probably be omitted by people wearing long skirts and not riding horses in favor of bare pussy for ease of toilet access when wearing an outfit that makes taking off underpants difficult/time consuming. They're probably short and close fitting, making tight pants easier to wear without obvious panty lines. My evidence besides history:

Look at those little shorts.

As for the apparent leggings some of the girls wear

I bet those are woolen hose, which fasten to the braies.

What about bust support, though? Well, the lifted silhouette is more like a modern push-up bra than anything else, but since I'm assuming they don't have the elastic and foam those are made of, my next guess is regency style short stays

They give considerable lift to the bust without giving a particularly distinctive silhouette like a longer support garment would.

Now, we get one mention of underwear in the game, and that's Dorothea's lost piece of cloth, which was unrecognizable as clothing to Caspar, so I'm assuming it's an unshaped rectangle. My hypothesis on the purpose of this cloth, which I have no historical evidence for, is that it wraps around the torso under the stays to serve at a buffer between the tough, but difficult to launder stays, and the sweaty, sensitive skin. We see no evidence of a chemise or shirt over Dorothea's ample bust, while a wrapped rectangle could be positioned directly at the stay line for total concealment, held on solely by the stays, would have a plenty of wiggle room for weight gain, and only requires hemming, making it a solid skin layer option for a lady on a tight budget who wants to show off her assets. Although given the lack of obvious voluminous chemises on any of the ladies, this could be a common choice across social classes.

Then..... There are the people who don't seem to have underwear on their torsos at all.

I'd guess that Judith is relying on clever tailoring for support, Dorothea's armored girdle does the job for her, and Manuela actually has something really interesting going on, with her bodice being laced close under the bust, and then the breast cups suspended from her neckband for lift. I want to try making that dress.

However, the pre-automatic washing machine laundress in me is screaming at the good fabric right next to the skin. I want to believe that these garments have removable linen linings where they touch skin. Maybe that's what's tied across the back of Dorothea's shoulders.

[wayward-dreamer]

Far From Innocent - Part 3

Pairing: Soldier Boy x Female!Reader

Word count: 6,207

Summary: Y/N's life is quite simple. She's engaged to be married in a few months, she has the easiest job at Vought American, and she stays out of the drama or away from rumors she's heard around the office. An encounter with Soldier Boy, Vought's most respected hero, quickly changes all of that and she soon realizes that there's more to life than what she's settled for. (Set in the 50s)

Warnings: Swearing, degrading language, typical 1950s misogyny, cheating, drinking, smoking, drug use, smut: dirty talk, oral sex (male receiving), deepthroating, face fucking, hair pulling, spanking, choking, use of 'slut' and 'whore', unprotected sex (SB pulls out), just a whole lotta smut, okay? lol

A/N: I'm so glad y'all are enjoying this. Just one more part after this one. Happy reading and enjoy! beta'd by my darling @hintsofhoney

The next night came around a lot quicker than Y/N had wanted it to.

She spent the day completely distracted at work, everything she needed to do taking twice as long because couldn't’ keep her mind off the fact that America’s golden boy had given her an impossible offer to accept. She told herself she couldn’t do it continuously, throughout the day, and even when she got home. Yes, she was angry with Jim and wanted to confront him, but she wasn’t about to do the same thing in return. She had ignored him all day, having lunch on her own and taking a cab back home at the end of the shift.

The weekend had arrived, and she had to be up early the next day, having already planned dress shopping with her mom. It was yet another reason she couldn’t go running off to the Vought building for the night.

As she sat in bed, book in hand but not retaining any of it, she bit her lip as she looked at the time. It was 8:15pm, and there was still plenty of time to give in and meet Soldier Boy. Shaking her head, she turned her attention back to her book. It was ridiculous. She was better than this.

But maybe she wasn’t. Maybe she was allowed to have one secret for herself. Jim probably had several if yesterday was any indication. Soldier Boy said he knew what she needed.

She knew what she needed, and she wasn’t going to find it with Jim no matter how hard she tried.

Throwing back the covers, she got out of bed and walked over to her closet. She stripped out of her nightie and put on her black, strapless bra and panties, putting them on before she slipped on a black girdle with suspenders. She sat back on her bed, rolling the sheer stockings onto each leg, clicking the suspenders on before she stood up, taking out her favorite black dress. The flowing material was perfect for the summer, the draped neckline turning into a sash at the back of the left shoulder. She stepped into it quickly, looking back in the mirror to make sure she zipped it up properly. She checked her hair, her curls still intact which was thankful for before she applied make-up to her face again. She used her best eyeliner and mascara, completing the look with a dark red lip.

She took out her black purse, ditching the gloves for the night but the sight of the ring on her finger had her stop her frenzy to get ready. The diamond sparkled brightly, reminding her of the commitment she had made by saying yes, but a little voice in the back of her mind also reminded her of what she had seen yesterday. She may not have had the full picture, but it was easy to figure out.

She pulled the ring off and left it on her nightstand, slipping her feet into black heels just as she picked up her purse. Filling it with her necessities, she took one last look in the mirror, a smirk on her face as she flicked the sash around. She made her way out of her room, turned off the light and hurried down the stairs.

With a yell to her parents that she was meeting Jim, she picked up the keys and rushed out the door.

Hailing a cab rather quickly, she gave the driver the address of Vought American, her heart thumping hard against her ribcage as he drove down the busy New York streets. She looked down at her wrist, cursing that she forgot her watch back at home.

“Excuse me, sir, could you tell me what time it is?” she asked, politely.

“8:45, miss,” he replied, glancing at his own watch and looking up at her through the rear-view mirror.

“Thank you.” She sat back against the seat, closing her eyes as she breathed deeply, trying to calm herself down.

Fifteen minutes later, she was staring up at the building as the driver stopped at the curb, willing herself to tell him to turn around and drive her back home. She had come this far, though, and she was going to follow through. Paying the driver, she stepped out of the cab and slammed the door, walking towards the entrance. She kept her head down as she made her way to the elevators, hoping no one recognized her and asked what she was doing there so late. She managed to reach the 40th floor without anyone noticing, and she took a quick glance around as she stepped out of the lift.

Her heart continued to race with every click of her heels against the marble. She walked past her desk along with the secretaries’, turning down the hallway to the heroes’ penthouses. She gulped as she moved past the doors of the other superheroes, hoping that one of them wouldn’t walk out and see her. Not that many of them would care if she was there, but she didn’t need them saying anything to someone else. She finally reached Soldier Boy’s apartment, exhaling as she knocked on the door. A wave of déjà vu came over her as she turned the knob to find it open, but she prayed it wouldn’t be like last time.

She walked in to hear soft jazz playing, a smile spreading across her face at the familiar tune. She looked around the large room, wondering where the man who invited her here was.

“I knew you’d show up,” his voice came from the other side of the room.

Y/N turned, where she found him standing behind the bar, fixing himself a drink. She saw the way his locks fell in front of his eyes, the gathered collar of his suit open and the zip underneath pulled down to expose his clavicle, giving him a much more relaxed look than he usually had. He walked around the bar and over to her, a tumbler in each hand as he stood a few inches from her.

“We never did get to finish that drink together,” he said, handing her a glass.

One side of her mouth pulled up as she took it from him, letting out a shaky breath. “Thank you.”

“Fuck, you really are cute,” he chuckled, the timbre deep and husky as his finger tucked under her chin, lifting her face up. “But you’re a lot more than that too, ain’t ya?”

This was a last chance for her to change her mind if she really wanted to. She could put the glass down and walk out, go back home and forget this ever happened, maybe even find a job somewhere else. Or she could embrace all the sinful thoughts she had since that day he had well and truly opened her eyes to the possibility of more; of better.

“I guess you’ll find out soon,” she remarked, lifting her glass.

He smirked, clinking his tumbler against hers. He took a sip of the amber liquid as he marched over to the leather sofa, taking a seat as he placed the glass on the table. A dark green box sat on the table, with the initials “SB” engraved in gold letters on top, which he pulled closer to himself.

“You want anything else with that drink?” he asked, opening the box and turning it towards her.

She sauntered over to him and peered into the box, feeling nervous all over again. She wasn’t so naïve that she didn’t know what any of it was. There were small amounts, but he probably had every kind of pill and substance in that box. Of course, she didn’t have to partake, but she couldn’t deny her curiosity. She really felt out of her element and once again, for the fiftieth time that night, she thought that she shouldn’t be doing this.

She sipped her drink as she pushed that thought away. If this was only going to be one night like she intended, then there was no need for her to be so on edge.

“I think I’ll hold off,” she stated, bringing her glass to her lips again as she strolled away. She stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window that overlooked the city, taking another sip of the Old Fashioned, as her gaze roamed over the sparkling lights.

He gave her a brief nod before he took out a small round container. Opening it, he tapped a small amount of the white powder onto his fist. Bringing it to his nose, he inhaled it quickly, twitching his nose slightly. It repeated the action with his left nostril, leaving the small container out as he sat back, his arm over the top of the sofa. He admired her from the back, his green orbs taking in the shape of her waist.

“It’s quite a view,” she commented, as she turned around and walked back to him.

“Sure is,” he muttered, as he watched her.

Y/N sighed, an amused smile on her lips as she realized they weren’t talking about the same thing. Their eyes locked as he gestured for her to take a seat next to him, noting the way her fingers drummed against the tumbler as she contemplated whether she should.

“I’m not gonna bite, doll,” he assured her, his signature smirk on his face. “Not until you want me to.”

She bit her lip, raising an eyebrow in a silent challenge as she slowly moved towards him, sitting on the edge of the couch, facing him. “Maybe I won’t want you to.”

He leaned forward, taking the glass out of her hand and placing it on the table in front of them, the proximity between them much closer than before. His face was an inch away from hers, his green orbs taking in the features of her face.

“Maybe I’ll have to anyway,” he countered.

Y/N let out a shuddered breath and before she even realized it, he had closed the space between them, his lips pressing against hers in a sensual kiss. With what little confidence she had, she pressed into him as she gripped at the fabric of his suit. The kiss deepened as he explored her mouth, a little rougher as his hands found the zipper on her dress. Pulling it down slowly, a low moan from her vibrated against his lips as she felt his fingers brush over the material of the shapewear.

“Stand up,” he ordered, his voice deep and husky as he pulled away from the kiss. His eyes darkened as she did as she was told, the thought of how easily she did turning him on. “Take it off.”

She sighed softly, allowing her remaining nerves to wash away as she did. She pulled down the top of her dress and removed her arms from the sleeves, pushing the rest of it down her body, the flowing fabric pooling around her feet. Left in her black lingerie, she gulped as she felt exposed under his intense gaze, but she reminded herself of the decision she had made. This was only for tonight. His hands laid on her hips and pulled her forward, looking up at her as they slipped down to her thighs, unclipping the suspenders.

“On your knees, sugar,” he instructed, a smug grin pulling at his lips. “I wanna know what that gorgeous mouth feels like around my cock…”

Slowly, she sank to her knees between his spread legs, allowing him to take her hands and place them on top of the pants of his suit. Her hands shook while pulling the zipper down gently as he took off the top of his suit, throwing it on the floor as he laid back, her eyes roaming over his chest and muscular arms. She pressed her lips together as she opened his pants, her mouth going slack as she caught a glimpse of his cock. He was far bigger than she was used to.

“I uh, I don’t…” she stuttered, as briefly glanced at him but just as quickly looked away. “I’ve never-”

“You kidding? He’s never made you give him head?” he asked, incredulously.

A timid shake of her head was her only response, not trusting her voice in that moment.

“You’ll learn,” he reassured her, winking.

A small smile appeared on her features, quickly morphing into a smirk as she tugged his pants down his thighs, her hands sliding up his exposed skin as she shifted forward. Her fingers brushed over his shaft, a sense of pride filling her as he twitched at her touch. His hand cupped her face, his thumb rubbing over her lips as he pulled her head down. Her tongue slowly licked along the underside of his length, softly taking the tip between her lips. His hands immediately found their way into her hair, a low moan coming from her as she took him further into her mouth.

“Pull back a little,” he instructed.

She drew back slightly, dropping some of her saliva along his shaft before her tongue circled the tip and she sank back down, letting him slide in deeper.

“That’s it, doll,” he husked, lightly tugging at the locks of her hair. “Take a little more, come on…”

She hummed around him as she moved her head back, a soft groan escaping him at the vibration around his cock as her head began to bob back and forth. His head dropped back against the leather, a smirk pulling at his lips just as he felt the drugs taking effect, his grip tightening in her hair and guiding her along his length. She took him deeper into her mouth, the head of his cock pressing against the back of her throat, causing her to gag slightly.

“Relax that throat, sugar,” he advised, his grip getting a little tighter in her hair.

She managed to do what he told her before she shifted up, letting more of her spit drip down his shaft. She continued to work her mouth over him, the erotic noises leaving him causing her to press her legs together.

“Good girl,” he praised her, looking down at her with hooded eyes. “That’s fucking perfect, doll… that mouth’s fucking wasted on that limp dick fiancé of yours.”

That insult towards the man she was meant to be marrying should’ve offended her, but she ignored it, the praise of her skills encouraging her further. A harsh gasp left her as she drew back, her eyes meeting his as her hands wrapped around his cock. She pumped them back and forth, her wrists twisting as they reached the tip, squeezing lightly but enough to make Soldier Boy’s eyes snap shut.

“Shit,” he hissed, his neck straining back as his hands dug into the sofa. “Maybe you’re not such a good girl.”

Soldier Boy sat up, cupping her face in his hands and making her look at him, her hands still sliding up and down his shaft. He stared deep in her eyes, half expecting to glance away but she didn’t. She held his gaze, and he knew that he was right about her. She wasn’t as innocent as he thought.

“All those little shy looks, the stuttered words, the nerves… it’s all just an act, ain’t it, sugar?” he questioned, an almost sinister glint in his eyes, his pupils dilated from the pleasure and drugs coursing through him.

She squeezed her thighs together, feeling the wetness growing as she looked into his eyes. It should’ve scared her, how aroused she felt, but it didn’t. She shook her head, smiling softly at him. “No, sir.”

“Don’t you fucking lie to me,” he growled, his fingers combing through her hair and pulling at the strands, making her focus on him. “Underneath it all, you just wanna be treated like the slut you are, huh?”

“Y-Yes,” she replied, feeling that familiar heat pool deep in her belly as she admitted it.

“That’s right,” he breathed, a chuckle rumbling deep in his chest. “You wanna be a little slut for me?”

She nodded, unable to speak as her hands faltered around his cock. He removed one of his hands from her hair, cupping under her jaw, gripping hard as his fingers pressed into her cheeks. She moaned at his rough hold, but it was more pleasure than pain she was feeling in that moment.

“Tell me,” he ordered, the timbre of his voice deep and gravelly as his gaze shifted down to her hands. “Keep jerking my cock and tell me…”

“I… I want to be a little slut for you,” she muttered through her pursed lips. She couldn’t believe those words were coming out of her mouth, but she had officially thrown all caution to the wind. Her hands continued to stroke him, pumping a little faster.

“Yeah,” he smirked, nodding in approval as he loosened his grip on her jaw. “You wanna be my personal whore, don’t ya?”

“Yes, sir,” she breathed.

“Then take my dick back in your slutty little mouth,” he ordered, his thumb flicking her bottom lip.

Y/N bent down, wrapping her lips around his cock once more. The weight of his hands on the back of her head allowed her to sink down, taking him deep as she picked up where she left off. She bobbed her head a little quicker, circling her tongue over the tip every time she came up.

“Fuck, you take my dick so good, doll,” he groaned, once again making her pull back. “I gotta fuck you now…”

Soldier Boy reached down and pulled at the material of her girdle, a gasp escaping her as she heard the loud tear, his hand scrunching the ruined fabric and throwing it away. He quickly removed his boots and pants, his hands moving under her arms as he stood up. In one swift motion, he lifted her up, causing her to squeal as her legs wrapped around him, her shoes slipping off her feet. Her fingers brushed against his beard as she cupped his jaw, leaning in and kissing him, roughly as he carried her across the living space and into his bedroom. One of his hands slid up her back and unclasped her bra, his lips ripping away from hers as he reached the bed and dropped her down, gently. She giggled as she landed with a soft bounce on the mattress, her eyes taking in every moment of his. He flicked her bra away, reaching for her panties and tugging them down, throwing them on the floor as his hands slid over her nylon covered legs.

She felt anxious being so exposed under his intense gaze, his thick fingers roaming over her body, warmth spreading to every part of her at his touch. She watched as they slid down between her legs, her head falling back against the sheets as he stroked two over her folds, no doubt feeling how aroused she was.

“Fuck, you’re soaked,” he grinned, as he brought his wet fingers to his lips.

A whimper escaped her as she saw him softly suck at them, his green eyes, with wide pupils as a result of the drug in his system, never leaving hers as he slowly removed them from his mouth with a low groan.

“And you taste great too,” he added, placing her left calf against his shoulder, “but we got plenty of time for that later…”

Soldier Boy leaned over her, his arms on either side as he settled between her spread legs. She gasped softly at the angle with her leg hooked over his shoulder, their faces close as he pinched and rolled her nipples between his fingers, his hand sliding up and curling under her neck as his thumb rested on her throat. His cock pressed against her sex, sliding between her folds as he teased her, a smirk pulling at his lips when she moaned softly.

“You want my cock, doll?” he asked, his thumb stroking the skin of her neck. “You want me to fuck you?”

“Yes,” she replied, quickly.

“Tell me,” he ordered, as he applied a little pressure to her throat. “Tell me you want me to fuck you…”

“I-I want… I want you to fuck me,” she started, but her voice was barely above a whisper as she spoke.

“Louder.”

His gruff timbre had her flinch slightly, but she felt a heat settle deep in her stomach at the tone. He continued to tease her, the tip of his cock entering her briefly before he moved back, repeating the action several times as she tried to shift her hips and get closer to him.

“I want you to fuck me,” she repeated more clearly, staring up at him.

“That’s right,” he husked. “Tell me to fuck you deep and hard like a slut.”

“Fuck me deep and hard… like a slut,” she said, her breath hitching as the words still felt unlike her, but he was bringing out a side of her she never thought was possible.

Y/N’s hips squirmed, her patience beginning to wear thin as he continued to torture her. A wicked glint in eye accompanied the smirk on his lips as he pushed into her a little more, drawing back with a sickening chuckle.

“Beg me,” he commanded, slightly squeezing down on her neck enough for her to gasp in surprise.

“P-Please,” she squeaked out, her eyes locked on his. “Please fuck me, sir, I want–I need it, please.”

Just as the words left her mouth, Soldier Boy thrust into her in one fluid motion. He didn’t waste any more time, the roll of his hips against her long but hard, feeling every ridge as his cock slid deep inside her. A loud moan fell from her lips as she felt her walls contract to accommodate him, his length and his girth bringing a small smile to her face as she had never experienced anything like it until now.

“Christ, you feel so fucking good, doll,” he groaned, gripping her thigh that rested against him. “So fucking tight, perfect around my dick…”

“Oh, fuck,” she moaned, wantonly as her eyes squeezed shut.

“Tell me how good it feels, sugar,” he breathed, his hand adjusting around her neck to press down a little more.

She gasped, her lust-filled eyes snapping open as they met his. “F-Feels so good, so fucking good…”

His hand pressed down a little harder on her throat, his super strength causing to gasp for air, her gaze unwavering as she looked into his eyes, panting. He picked up the pace, his hips undulating as they smacked against her, his shaft moving deeper within her, a rasping moan escaping her as he pressed against that little spot inside her that her friends had once said could drive you absolutely crazy. She thought they were just fabricating for the sake of an interesting story, but they clearly weren’t.

“Ah, you like being choked, huh?” He loosened his hand briefly, before he squeezed once more, a dark chuckle rumbling in his throat as she whimpered. “Such a perfect fucking slut.”

She didn’t think it was possible to feel this way, so completely overwhelmed by the pleasure coursing through her. Heat had spread to every part of her body, feeling a tingling sensation over her skin as he continued to deliver hard strokes into her.

“Your pussy’s taking my cock so fucking good, doll,” he growled, his fingers pressing harder into her thigh, just as his other hand continued the firm grasp on her neck. “I can feel how close you are, can’t wait to see you cum.”

She frowned, the muscles of her lower stomach tightened as her breathing became shallower, quicker as the unfamiliar feeling started. It was as if something simmering, building, ready to snap. His hips were unrelenting, and she could feel her inner walls clench around his length as he continued to thrust into her.

“Fuck, I-I…” she whimpered, shaking her head, unable to think clearly. “I feel-”

Soldier Boy grinned down at her as he removed his hand from her thigh, moving between her legs. His fingers circled over the bundle of nerves, his other hand pressing down on her throat as he moved them faster, in time with the rhythm of his hips.

“Oh my god,” she choked, her eyes widened as she stared up at him.

“That’s it, sugar, just go with it,” he muttered, his green orbs never leaving hers. “Want you to cum hard, fucking soak my dick…”

With a few more thrusts along with his fingers on her clit, a string of breathy moans escaped her as the dam broke, her slick covering his shaft. She gasped harshly as his hand loosened, her eyes fluttering closed as she turned her head into the mattress, breathing deeply as she tried to come down from the euphoric high he had helped her experience.

“Fuck, that sure was something,” he rasped, smirking down at her.

Y/N’s eyes remained closed as she felt him pull out of her and place her leg on the mattress, unable to respond to his words in any way, totally overcome from what had just happened as she tried to calm herself down. She slowly opened her lids, her vision focusing on the similar walls from the living area, the amber lighting of the room giving it a warm glow. Her fingers smoothed over the dark green, velvet comforter as she sat up, her eyebrows furrowing as she saw no sign of Soldier Boy. A small smile tugged at her mouth as she saw him walking in from the living room a moment later, a bottle of Bourbon in one hand and the small container in the other. She bit her lip as her eyes roamed down his approaching form, taking in every part of the God that he was.

He smirked down at her as he pulled the cap off the Bourbon, placing the bottle to his lips and taking a large swig. He handed it to her and watched as she did the same, his eyebrow raised in approval at the fact that she didn’t flinch at the burn she no doubt would’ve felt from that amount of alcohol. Her eyes followed his movements as she placed the cap back on, observing the way he tapped the coke into a line on his fist and brought it to his nose, snorting it quickly. He did the same with the other side of his nose, their eyes meeting as he paused closing the box, a silent question to her.

“I should really go,” she stated, her smile faltering as she looked away.

She knew she couldn’t stay any longer, having decided it was only going to be a one night deal before she even got there. She couldn’t deny her curiosity; she wanted to know what it would feel like, but if she stayed then she might never leave, and this wasn’t a place for someone like her. As much as she wanted to be anyone but her usual self for the night, she knew the fantasy had to be over some time.

“Well, you don’t have to stay, sugar,” he countered, as he cupped her jaw and made her look up at him. “But I’m not even close to being done fucking you.”

She stared deep into his eyes, biting her lip as she felt the heat building again, her walls clenching around nothing as she contemplated what he just said. She had already gone against some of her morals, what was a few more?

“I think I’m done holding off,” she said, nodding towards the container in his hand.

He wiggled his eyebrows as he tapped a smaller amount onto his fist for her, holding it close to her face. She held his wrist steady, leaning in and inhaling it just as she had observed. She felt a slight discomfort as she pinched her nose, placing her head back as she sniffed, clearing her throat. He took out the same amount again, and she snorted it from the left side, wiping under her nose once she was done. She looked up at him, squealing as he pressed his lips to hers, in a rough, searing kiss. They explored each other’s mouths, a soft gasp escaping her as he nipped at her bottom lip.

“Is that all you got?” she asked, a mischievous glint in her eye as the words fanned against his mouth.

“Oh, Y/N,” he muttered, a borderline sinister chuckle leaving him as he pulled the bottle out of her grasp. He placed it on the nightstand before he turned back to her, his fierce gaze on her. “You have no fucking idea what you signed up for the minute you walked through my door.”

She felt butterflies in her belly at the way he finally said her name, but she didn’t have much time to dwell on it. He grabbed her by her ankles, dragging her down slightly before he flipped her over, a squeak falling from her lips as she laid on her stomach. His hands drifted down the smooth skin of her back, his fingers digging into the flesh of her hips as he pulled her up onto her knees. She breathed heavily as she waited to see what he did next, a feeling somewhere between arousal and fear stirring within her. Suddenly, a hard strike of his hand against the right globe of her ass caused her to yelp, her eyes widening at the warm sensation on her flesh. She glanced back at him, biting her lip as she saw the smirk that pulled at his lips as he struck her again, in the same spot but harder this time.

“Fuck,” she gasped, her forehead pressed into the sheets.

He watched as she panted, her focus distracted by the sting she was feeling as he moved behind her. He briefly pumped his hand over his shaft, lining up to her entrance before he pushed in, a long, rasping moan escaping her. Much like before, he didn’t waste time as he set a hard and fast pace, his hips smacking against the curve of her ass as he pounded into her. His fingers dug into her flesh, no doubt leaving marks that would show up in the morning, as hers gripped the sheets tight. Her eyes squeezed shut as she moaned wantonly, feeling the bed shake from the force of his movement. His thrusts were brutal, practically animalistic as he growled, lifting his hand and bringing it down against her ass once more. 

“Shit,” she hissed, her teeth grazing at the skin of her knuckles, trying to keep herself from losing it.

“So fucking good,” he groaned, as he leaned over her, his hand slipping into her hair.

A pleasured hum left her as he pulled her up by the strands, her back pressed into his sweat soaked chest as he held her close. He tugged at her hair, making her whimper at the small twinge of pain before his other hand cupped her breast, his fingers pulling her nipple into a stiff bud. She could feel the drug beginning to take effect too, only heightening everything she was feeling in that moment.

He grinned at the way her head fell back against his shoulder, giving him room to nuzzle his nose against her skin, baring his teeth and sinking them into her flesh. She cried out, her hand moving up and curling around his neck, gripping the shorter locks at the base of his skull. The bite was hard, adding to the pleasure she was already overwhelmed by. Her mind wandered back for a fleeting moment to when she saw him with his assistant in this very same position, and how she hoped to someday be in her shoes. And now here she was. She couldn’t really believe that karma was finally on her side.

“Fuck, you really are a perfect slut,” he grunted, his lips close to her ear as he spoke. “A good little whore, just for me… maybe I should keep you around…”

A shrieking moan left her lips at his words, his hand sliding down her body to the swollen nub, his fingers circling it as he continued to thrust into her, harder and faster as he felt himself getting closer to his release. Her walls clenched around him repeatedly, and he knew she was near her peak too.

“You’re gonna fucking cum for me again, ain’t ya, doll?” he asked, a snicker leaving him as she nodded against his shoulder. “Yeah, you are. You’re gonna soak my cock again, and then I’m gonna cum all over these gorgeous tits of yours, leave my mark…”

Y/N felt the familiar pull low in her stomach, her walls contracting around him as she got closer and closer to her release. The rhythm of his hips faltered slightly, and with a few more thrusts, a loud, wanton moan escaped her as she reached the edge, her wetness coating his shaft as her second orgasm of the night more intense than the first. Her body convulsed as he still held her close, a wicked grin on his face as he pounded his hips and worked his fingers harder before she could even start to come down from the high. Her eyes widened as her euphoria built up again, feeling another release approaching as she shuddered against him, tugging at his hair.

“Oh god, I-” she whimpered, shaking her head, unable to think straight.

“Come on, doll, want you to cum again, I know you got another in you…” he growled, smirking.

Just as the words left his mouth, her second orgasm rolled into the next, her walls clenched tight once more as her vision turned blinding white behind her closed lids. An unrestrained, debauched shriek ripped from her throat as she came harder than she had previously that night. A string of small whimpers left her as he grunted, gaining closer to the edge. He quickly pulled out of her, pushing her down on the bed and flipping her onto her back, his hand wrapped around his cock as he moved over her. He pumped his shaft, groaning as he felt himself throb in his hand, her lust-blown eyes watching him intently.

“Oh, fuck, fuckkk,” he growled, as he worked his hand faster.

He threw his head back as a roaring moan escaped him, stroking himself harder as his release hit him, long spurts of his seed covering her breasts, causing her to moan softly at warmth of it against her skin. He hung his head as he breathed heavily, shifting off of her before he fell back on the bed, a chuckle rumbling deep in his chest as he stared up at the ceiling. He leaned over to the nightstand, opening the top drawer and taking out his pack of cigarettes and lighter. He placed one in his mouth as he laid back down, flicking the lighter and bringing the small flame to the other end. He took a drag before he pulled it away, blowing out a large puff.

Y/N breathed heavily, her chest heaving as she tried to come down from the complete bliss she was feeling. She closed her eyes briefly, relishing in the aftermath of the vigorous attention he paid her. He had brought to the peak of pleasure three times in such a short amount of time, something that her fiancé never would’ve been able to comprehend. Soldier Boy had made her feel things she never thought possible, and she knew she’d never be quite the same again.

Opening her eyes, she turned her head towards him, her gaze on the embers at the edge of the cigarette as he took a pull from the filter. She pulled one edge of the sheets up and wiped her chest, hissing slightly at the ache in her limbs as she held her head up on her hand, taking the smoke from between his fingers. He watched as she brought it to her mouth, taking a long drag as their eyes met, her lips pursed as she blew the smoke out. She shifted closer to him, her hand resting on his chest as they stared at each other, his green eyes unflinching as small clumps of ash fell on his skin.

“Are you done with me yet?” she asked, lifting an eyebrow as she challenged him.

He tilted his head towards the cigarette still between her fingers, taking a pull from it as she held it to his mouth. He rounded his lips and blew out small rings, her finger poking each of them and making them disappear. He smirked as he gazed at her, seeing how wide her pupils were from the coke in her system.

“No fucking way,” he replied, grabbing her behind her head and pulling her down, his lips searing against hers in a rough, passionate kiss.

She moaned against his lips, happy with that response, because there was no fucking way she was done with him, either.

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[lyndashome]

Personally I love the look of the open bottom one with stockings.

[abbysdruidess]

𒆜your very own dr anderson - modern au smut𒆜

wc: 1.1k

summary: Dr Anderson comes home from a long day of work to her favorite patient.

tags: abby gets off on you calling her doctor, fingering(r receiving), reader wears lingerie, clit spanking, dirty talk, no use of y/n, no beta we die like joel

a/n: can you guys tell I love handholding pics-_-

the construction worker!Abby fic will follow shortly:))

 Abby was unruly obsessed with you calling her Doc or Dr Anderson. You were there on the day of her graduation, of course, cheering and whistling from the seat next to her dad when they called her name. She flashed you with a toothy grin and sent you a kiss in the air after they handed her the diploma. At the graduation party, you wrapped your arms around her first chance you got.

“Congrats doc” you whispered haughtily in her ear. “Perhaps you could examine me later, too” You swore you saw her eyes roll to the back of her head as she flexed her arms around you instinctively.

“Of course baby” She trailed her hands dangerously up your exposed things, her fingers just barely brushing your heat, feeling her pointer finger grazing your slit. “You’re my favorite patient.”

  Seriously, her doctor kink went hard. You found out the easiest way to rile her up was in early weekend morning when she doesn’t work but still wakes up at dawn like clockwork, or at late nights when she comes home exhausted but still won’t say no to a few rounds is to find you laying on your side of the bed, all pouty and eyes downturned.

 She had just come back from a 12 hour work shift, feeling altogether spent but still longing to see you. As soon as she entered the bedroom she saw you, sitting all prettily in a tiny silk robe.

“Doctor, could you please help?” You inch your hands to the front of the robe, slowly untying the silky girdle around your waist, following the way her eyes glazed over your exposed skin. 

“I have this really bad ache south of my stomach.” You push more fabric off of you, revealing your lacy panties between your spread legs. The sight is enough to make her feral, and she quickly drops her briefcase to the floor and makes light work of her coat. Instead of plopping down on the bed with you though, she kneels beside you on the floor next to the bed, eyeing you lustfully.

“Show me, pretty.” She has that intimate, focused look-despite the bags under her eyes, she doesn’t feel tired at all, feeling the blood traveling to her groin briskly. Her gaze bores into you, devouring you completely and utterly before laying a finger on you, and there is a slight tremble in your fingers as you move your panties to the side, exposing your pussy to the cold air of the room. Your clit peaks from between your lips, and you can see the way it has swelled-shit, you felt so needy for her, you might as well be sick.

“Need to be more specific, honey.” She kicks her shoes off and gets on the bed behind you, encompassing you in her arms as she puts her beside your open ones. Your breath hitches as she moves to suck a bruise on your exposed neck, lovingly abusing the sensitive flesh. She cups your palms with hers, leading your own hands where you need her the most. 

 You dip a finger knuckle deep in your hole, gathering enough slick to rub your deprived clit pleasurably. You leave soft gasps as you lean your head back on her shoulder, face contorted in ecstasy, eyes tightly shut. 

“Want me to help you baby?” You suddenly hear an ach-too sound and felt your pussy drenched in a warm, droopy liquid that ran down past your pussy and stopped at your asshole. In a quick, immaculate move, she grabs the edge of your lace and hastily rips it off of you, the material now dangling at the side of your right leg. Thankfully, she pulls your robe slightly more carefully, throwing the silky material in a corner of the bed. She palms your exposed breast with one hand while using two fingers from the other to rub fast, stern circles around your clit. Your legs shoot up at the overstimulation, but she loops her around them, essentially caging you on the spot. 

 Your back arches delightfully, feeling completely spellbound by this all consuming, sensual woman behind you. 

“Abby-” Despite the overwhelming feeling, you can't help but beg for more, wanting to take her in every way possible and more. 

“What was that, baby? Say it again.” She says in a strict tone that means you probably fucked up-she follows her warning with a sharp spank to your clit, making your legs jolt uncontrollably. 

“Doctor, oh doctor, please-” Her fingers rub the sensitive flesh slower, in a more passionate rhythm, apologetic even. “I-I need” You gasp out.

“Use your words, baby.” Fuck, her mouth is next to yours, cheeks stuck together from the rising temperature of the room. You hear the squelching between your legs as you’re practically soaked, both from her spit and your arousal.

 “Can you put your fingers-” Before you’ve even finished your sentence, her hand leaves your breasts and thrusts three fingers into your sopping hole, and you groan at the sudden intrusion. You start to easily relax into her though, trained from taking her strap with her slow, bruising hip thrusts. The fingers inside you brush against your sweet spot, and the ones on your clit rub it fast paced and intense. You feel tears gathering in your eyes from the heavenly feeling of Abby’s fingers, the way she always takes care of you so well.

 Your orgasm hits you like a brick, and as you scream Abby’s name you can still hear her little encouragements in your ear, whispering come for me baby, you’re not gonna feel achey anymore- and kisses the shell of your ear as she feels you coming down to reality again.

“Holy shit, baby” You reach to wrap her arms around your waist, leaving small kisses on her cheek. “Saw the pearly gates for a second” You giggle and shift to straddle her, realizing you’re completely naked and she’s still dressed.

“Can I help you undress you too, doc?” She couldn’t help but smile at the title. She was extremely proud of her work, and even prouder that she found someone like you to return home to every night. 

“Hm, kinda tired baby. Your doctor needs her rest.” She leans back to lay down on the bed, taking you with her. “Get some sleep as well. We can fuck in the morning, if you like.”

“Mhhm” You agree, moving to undress her from her clothes so she lays in nothing but her boxers. She complies and helps you so you get the job done faster. You then move to burry your face in her neck, sucking on it softly. 

“I’ll help you too when you wake up, Dr Anderson.”

[lmichaelmcgrath13]

WEAR A GIRDLE AGAINST THE FREEZING COLD!

by Gilliane Manning. Wear a girdle to keep your entire midriff warm against the freezing cold – and wear a couple of pairs of nylon tights or stockings too. Keep your head covered, good shoes or boots – high heels help you avoid puddles. The girdle can be a panty girdle with long legs, or even the vintage Open Bottom Girdle with suspenders. And if you can lace yourself into a corset too, all the…

[knotty-maid]

After a day in the 9th grade, being forced to sit in classes with all the young ladies wearing "mini-skirts" and wearing the newest pantyhose called "Leggs"... Thaat's when I experienced my 1st "Beaver Shot". Also the sweet humiliation of being caught staring up the gals skirts, with a huge bulge in my pants....

More to cum-->.... That's when I began blushing from embarrassment, humiliation, submissive stimulation, erotic masterbation....(I took a deep long breath to regain my composure) Stood up straight as I exhaled , I exited the room and left the campus...

I headed for my newest friend

The"Thrift Store" , that contained every vintage, sexy,

Article of fetish underware I had only glimpsed or dreamed I'd seen.....somewhere ... I could smell the latex and rubber in the huge bin full of girdles, foundations, bras, garter belts, stockings, slips, nylons and my first firm control, satin pannel, panty-girdle, that would keep my pubescent " Willey", flat and smooth between my sexy legs the next time a surprise stiffy tried to erect itself, due to my new fascination with what females wore under their dresses ... Oh my !!

The " Sears Catalog " !!...

More to cum....-->

[cohenskicksposts]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: VINTAGE Shapewear Size Medium M GIRDLES BUSTIER 1960s-19902 AS IS LOT.

[unclefezlewig]

[gnjayne]

..to double welts..

[audreydoeskaren]

Abridged history of early 20th century Chinese womenswear (part 4.2: 1930s-hair, makeup & accessories)

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Previous posts in the series:

Part 1: 1890s

Part 2: 1900s & 1910s

Part 3.1: 1920s-silhouette

Part 3.2: 1920s-design details

Part 3.3: 1920s-accessories, hair & makeup

Part 4.1: 1930s-silhouette & design

A super late Happy Chinese New Year to all fellow humans who celebrate it!! I’m going to discuss hair, makeup and accessories of the 1930s today in no particular order.

Undergarments

At one point between 1932 and 1934 women in China decided to ditch the breast binders worn since the 1890s and wear brassieres instead. This allowed the natural shape of women’s breasts to show and the contrast between the bust and waist lent the dresses of the mid 30s a soft hourglass shape. The brassieres of the 1930s didn’t have stiffening, boning or foam and relied only on their structure for support, so the shape of the breasts looked very soft and rounded.

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30s Du Barry lingerie sewing pattern for brassieres and drawers. This may not be very representative because brassieres made by different companies looked different, but they usually looked like modern bras with vertical darts and no wires or foam cups.

I must again redirect you to this article on breast binding in China, if you can’t read Chinese Google Translate works just fine. There’s one thing that I’d like to comment on though; the author named breast binding as the sole reason for the small bust measures of women at the time and argued that it caused health problems and hindered the growth of the chest. I think this is true to some extent, but other reasons for the generally small stature of women in this period (and indeed the centuries before) included malnourishment, bad healthcare and lack of exercise. Women weren’t educated about healthy diets and the importance of physical exercise before the 30s, not to mention the non-existent healthcare they received, so they were much shorter and skinnier, and suffered from more illnesses than the average modern woman. Before industrialization, food production was also often insufficient so a lot of women were malnourished.

As popular as brassieres were, some Chinese women chose to go braless. However, I have usually seen braless women in advertisements/pinup posters, so I suspect this would not be very socially acceptable on a daily basis.

Source: lai yiching0926 on Pinterest. I get so many primary sources from this person y’all may as well check out their board on Chinese calendar painting it’s bomb. I also have a Pinterest board where I collect primary sources if anyone is interested, my Pinterest username is also audreydoeskaren.

However, being braless doesn’t mean wearing nothing underneath a cheongsam. Camisoles were worn on the upper body and drawers (which were becoming proto-panties) on the lower body; alternatively a slip could be worn. 30s drawers are really pretty in my opinion, they were high waisted and had an a-line shape, decorated with lace.

To my knowledge, Chinese women in this period did not yet wear girdles, corsets or any other kind of shapewear to take in the waist, at least I have never seen their edges peeking out from underneath the cheongsam. I guess this was also unnecessary as the cheongsam was a light one piece dress and didn’t require any support at the waist.

From my observation, stockings were kind of optional in this period. In the early 20s and before, Chinese women wore short stockings tied up by garters at knee level, but as the skirt hem rose to knee length in the late 20s they probably stopped doing that as the garters would show when they inevitably flash their knees. I assume longer, nude stockings would be worn, held up by a garterbelt or something, but a lot of images of this era showed women with no visible stockings. Teenagers and younger women could wear low knit socks like Western children, but these were not acceptable on grown up women unless they were doing sports. Tights were not yet a thing either.

On top of these undergarments, some women chose to wear ankle length petticoats or pants underneath the cheongsam. This was especially the case around 1934 when the side slits were mid thigh or higher and constantly showing your drawers was likely not the most respectable thing. These petticoats and pants were most commonly white and had decorative trim. Petticoats could have slits down both sides like the outer cheongsam or a flared hem. Pants were straight cut and wide legged. Later in the decade the slits became lower so petticoats and pants weren’t that necessary anymore but many women still chose to wear them, which is fine by me because I think it’s a cute look. Likewise there were many examples of women around 1934 wearing high slit cheongsam without petticoats or pants, especially if they were dancing, so this was likely a matter of personal preference (Western dances like tango, waltz, foxtrot, charleston and swing were introduced to China and popularized in the 20s and 30s. The Paramount dance hall in my native city of Shanghai is a monument to that).

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Mid 30s photograph, high slit cheongsam with pants.

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Later 30s fabric ad, low slit cheongsam with flared petticoat. 

Outerwear

A noteworthy development in the mid 30s was that wearing actual, full blown Western fashion became popularized, but only as outerwear, sportswear or eveningwear; Western day dresses were not often seen on Chinese women. In regards to Western outerwear, a variety of them could be worn over cheongsam. In addition to the fur trim wrap coats popular in the late 20s, women wore capes, vests, suits, coats, knit cardigans and others. It was completely ok to mix and match Western accessories and jackets with cheongsam.

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Short cape.

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Early 30s women’s suit. I know I use this image a lot, it’s just really useful and beautiful :)

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Early 30s fur trim wrap coat.

Source: Sayuu G on Pinterest, link

Long coat with lapels.

Source: Yuan Li on Pinterest, link

Cardigan and jacket. This kind of short sleeved, straight front, collarless jacket on the left was very popular in the mid 30s.

Another cute mid 30s accessory I’m very fond of is the gauntlet glove i.e. gloves that have a very wide trunk opening. I think they have an equestrian flair and look very badass.

Source: Yuan Li on Pinterest, link

1935 cover of The Young Companion. (Why are the useful images always so small? Woe is me)

Earrings were really common in the 30s, you could see them in almost all of the reference photos in this post. 

Hairstyles

Since around 1930 the history of Chinese and Western women’s hairstyles had almost completely synchronized so if you know about vintage Western hairstyles you’re welcome to skip this part.

In the beginning of the 30s the most common hairstyle was a short bob with optional fingerwaves (called waterwaves in this period? I’m not great with terminology). Some bobs in the late 20s/early 30s could be so short that they look like buzz cuts. The defining feature of the fingerwave was the shimmery wave-like pattern in the hair created by pinching and combing the hair while it’s wet with setting products. Just a side note, the way fingerwaves are done in most Chinese period dramas nowadays, uh, leaves much to be desired. That’s because a lot of hairstylists just attach a wavy extension (which you can easily purchase from Taobao...) to the actresses’ forehead and call it a day, but that doesn’t really replicate the structure of the fingerwave and makes it look like the 铜钱头 in Kun Opera instead.

Source: Helen Xu on Pinterest.

Early 30s very short bob.

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Early 30s fingerwave

Another very common hairstyle in the 30s was this mid length bob (either side part or middle part) with a lot of volume at the bottom. I am so puzzled as to how this is achieved, maybe with teasing or curling only at the bottom? That sounds odd.

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Mid 30s fabric ad.

This ad is forcing me to go on a tangent about fabric dyes. This label, Indanthren, sold fabrics dyed from a range of blue or blue-ish colored synthetic dyes made by the German company BASF (which was merged into IG Farben at this time). Because of the introduction of synthetic dyes to China, almost all colors under the sun could be produced or imported so there weren’t really any specific color limitations to the clothing of this period.

Back to hair. Contrary to popular opinion, fingerwaves were not in fashion throughout the 30s, let alone the entire republican era. As the 30s progressed, the fashionable hair length became longer, making it more difficult for fingerwaves to be performed; they were replaced by roller sets and pin curls which are more suitable for longer hair. In the mid 30s, brush out curls with a side part were extremely popular. At this point bangs kind of became a Chinese cultural heritage and a lot of women would wear brush out curls with bangs. There are literally a million patterns for setting brush out curls and every woman probably had her own tricks, so everybody’s hair looked a tad different but the overall idea was the same as Western brush out curls: women would set the hair in the night and sleep with the rollers/pin curls to let them dry, then in the morning they would brush them out until the desirable wavy shape is achieved. Many women also used curling irons to achieve the same hairstyles with heat, which was faster and didn’t require waiting overnight. With that said, the fingerwave didn’t just disappear either, it was often used in conjunction with brush out curls to sculpt specific hairstyles. I’m not a professional vintage hairstylist so I can’t always clock if a hairstyle is done with fingerwaving, brush out curls or both. From my own experience with brush out curls, they are usually more voluminous and have more fizzy ends and the waves don’t line up so perfectly like with fingerwaves because the process is more uncontrollable (or maybe I’m just clumsy).

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Typical mid 30s curls.

The fashionable hair length grew longer toward the end of the decade, with the finished curls reaching either the shoulder or the nape of the neck. Hairstyles became kind of rectangular in silhouette and flat at the crown. They were often pulled back at the sides to create a more rectangular shape for the face.

Source: lai yiching0926 on Pinterest.

Late 30s hairstyles.

Shoes

Again, full westernization here. 30s shoes had higher and thinner heels than 20s shoes, although they were still thicker and lower than modern stilettos. The heels were usually curved Louis heels. 30s shoes often had a single strap across the foot and a wrapped design at the toe. Spectator shoes and Oxfords that covered the whole foot were also worn. Likewise, strapless pumps were fashionable too, sometimes with an open toe design, especially toward the end of the decade. 

Source: genibee on Flickr, link

1935 Sears catalogue. Maybe not very representative since shoes made by different companies looked different, just showing what was possible.

Interestingly, I have never seen an image of a 30s Chinese woman wearing boots or booties outside of an equestrian context. I guess boots either weren’t feminine enough or were too inconvenient under the long cheongsam.

Sportswear

A very interesting development in the 30s was the popularization of sportswear as a result of women doing sports. Wealthy or aristocratic Chinese women have been riding and hunting in an attempt to emulate European lifestyle since decades, but these sports remained elite and untouchable for common women; in the 30s however, more accessible sports like swimming, volleyball and tennis became in vogue. The popularity of swimming was in large part due to the influence of female swimming champion 杨秀琼 Yang Xiuqiong (her name is spelled differently in Cantonese because she was from Hong Kong), who was seen as a national hero for winning a ton of medals in international swimming competitions and breaking records. China began trying to participate in Olympic games around this period and there were also many other women athletes competing in different sports, so sportswear became a necessity.

The design of swimwear in this period followed closely the design of Western bathing suits, usually a tight, short, one piece bodysuit.

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1933 cover of The Young Companion featuring Yang in a swimsuit. There was a stigma around female swimmers at this time though, mostly because of the revealing clothing they had to wear to allow freedom of movement. Many press reports called Yang a “mermaid” because of her physical beauty, trying to reduce her to a sex icon instead of the glorious athlete she actually was. All of the whack rumors about her being a concubine of some rich dude was also really disgusting and distracting from her achievements.

I’ve also seen multiple times this two piece design with shorts and a modernized 肚兜 dudou (a Qing Dynasty undergarment with a function akin to that of a corset cover).

Source: EMKAY on Pinterest

30s pinup girl in two piece swimsuit.

For land sports, women usually wore a short sleeved open collar shirt with shorts, short knit socks and flat pumps.

Source: Jason Tse on Pinterest

1933 cover of The Young Companion featuring a tennis player. 

Makeup

The makeup look of the early 30s was almost identical to the late 20s look, with the thin, elongated eyebrows, large oval shaped blush and delicate red/mauve lips. This continued all the way until around 1938-39.

Toward the end of the decade, the eyebrows started to return to a normal thickness and became kind of arched instead of flat. Eyeshadows became lighter or non-existent. Women used cake mascara to darken their eyelashes, which were separated and evenly spread out. The location of the blush moved slightly downward. Red lipstick was still the most popular but the lips were plumper than in the early 30s. Overall very subtle and small changes to makeup. There were a bunch of Western and Japanese makeup companies trading in China at this point, I couldn’t name any specific ones beside Nivea which was quite popular for affordable skincare products like cream and sunscreen. I assume that actresses and pinup girls would also use Max Factor, but I’m not sure how widely used his products were among the general population. The Hong Kong brand 广生行 Kwong Sang Hong (whose Shanghai branch was called 双妹 “Twin Sisters” and whose advertisements we have seen too many times in this series) was also really popular.

I know I promised to talk about makeup more in this post but unfortunately there really isn’t much to talk about :( So see you next time when I dig into the 1940s!

[fascinatedbygirdles-blog]

Looks like we have similar girdle interests. Love your posts! How did you get interested and fascinated in girdles?

I can’t tell when my interest in girdles and girdled women really started, I have it since my youth. I grew up in a time when most women in the generation of my mother still wore girdles because they were used to it since the time they grew up themselves. My mother was wearing a long leg panty girdle every day, the mother of my best friend was wearing panty girdles and long-line bras (I saw them hanging on the washing line in the basement several times) and our neighbor was wearing panty girdles, corselettes and long-line bras too (I once inspected her drawers when I had to water her flowers in her absence…). I was mainly fascinated by the femininity of this kind of lingerie and the idea that women were willing to control her body with such confining underwear and to endure it the whole day.

I also remember that in the late 70s women’s and fashion magazines still featured corsetry and contained many ads for girdles and on pages that featured bras the girls always wore panty girdles together with their bras. So girdles were much more present than today and I considered it quite normal for a woman to wear them.

[mccarthawrites]

Welcome Home, Soldier

Relationship: Bucky Barnes/OC!Rachel Barnes

Rated: Explicit

Warning: Smut - Short lived handjob, unprotected sex, vaginal penetration, tit fondling

Summary: After Bucky comes home from the war, he is unable to keep his hand off his wife.

Author’s Note: AU obviously. Another installment in the Bucky and Rachel one-shot series.

The Barnes Masterlist || Bucky Barnes Masterlist

Words: 700

Bucky and Rachel stumbled into their bedroom. She fumbled with the buttons on his uniform, trying to remove it as quickly as possible.

“I’ve missed you so much.” He told her, grabbing her ass.

“You have no idea.” She replied, pushing his jacket off his shoulders. Kissing down his jawline, she unbuttoned his pants.

“You’re wasting no time.” He smirked. Inching towards the bed, they stopped when his legs hit the edge. She looked up at the blue eyes she fell in love with. He pressed his forehead to hers. “I thought about you everyday. Every waking moment.” He closed his eyes and took in the scent of her perfume. “You’re the reason I made it out alive.”

“You’re home now.” She assured him. He nodded, kissing her hard. Despite his hoping to go back home to her, he didn’t think he would. Especially not after his injury. “I’m going to give you a proper welcome home.” Pushing him to sit on the bed and dropping down to her knees, she tugged his pants and boxers off. His erect cock was a welcome sight. She wrapped her hand around him and began pumping.

“Fuck, baby.” He moaned. The sounds erupting from his lips were music to her ears. They were both so touch starved. This was a long awaited reunion. Bucky pulled his shirt over his head. Rachel looked at the scars that now decorated his body. Her eyes lingered where his shoulder met the prosthetic arm. “Rach, I need to feel you.” He told her, lifting her chin.

“Whatever you want, Sarge.” She teased, standing up and stripping off her dress. Underneath she wore a light blue bra and panty girdle set.

“Come ‘ere.” He pulled her to him, kissing her. She knelt on the bed, straddling his lap. Pulling him by his dog tags she kissed him, rubbing herself on his thighs. “Fuck.” He could feel the cotton between them was soaked. Eager to feel her, he ripped the cotton fabric off. She gasped.

“James!” Rachel couldn’t help but laugh. She took her bra off, coughing Bucky to moan at the sight of her tits.

“I want to make love to you. I need to.” He told her. His blue eyes darkened with lust. She kissed him, positioning herself. “I’ve been dreaming of this.”

“So have I.” She smiled, before sinking onto his cock. He wrapped his arm around her, burying his face in her chest. She began bouncing on him, the feeling of being full overwhelming her. She threw her head back, feeling him kiss up to her neck. Bucky playfully nipped at her collar bone. “You’re gonna leave a mark.”

“Have to let the world know you’re mine.” His hand wandered her body before settling on her hips. She quickened her pace, making him moan. “You’re sexy when you’re on top.” He kissed her. She smiled against his lips. “Love watching your tits bounce like this.” He pressed kisses down her chest and teased her nipple with his tongue.

“Christ!” She moaned, throwing her head back again. She pushed him to lay down on the bed, so that he hit the spot that sent her to the heavens. Placing one hand on his chest, she fucked herself on his cock.

“You’re so pretty like that.” His view was enough to drive any man crazy. She moaned. “You even sound pretty.” He smirked. “Fuck.” He moaned, feeling himself close. He began rubbing aggressive circles on her clit. “Don’t stop, baby. Just like that.”

“Yes.” She grabbed her tits as she continued to ride him. Feeling herself about to break, she leaned down and kissed him, pulling his dog tags. “James.” She moaned as a warning.

“Just let go, baby.” He told her. And she did, releasing a line of profanities. That wasn’t like her, but it pushed Bucky over the edge too. “Fucking hell.” He laughed, as she laid next to him. “Since when did you use such words?” He teased.

“Shut up.” She pressed her sweaty body to his. “I need to clean up, but I don’t think I’ve got the energy.” He kissed her.

“I love you, Rach.”

“I love you too. Welcome home, soldier.”

[darksideofparis]

A sneak-peek at Ava. . .

This came about because of @sawnsastark's LOVELY tags on a moodboard I posted for my Doctor Who OC, Ava Whitlock, for the OC New Year's Challenge.

Please enjoy a glimpse of Ava in her very first story (actually, from the chapter where we first meet her)!

“Aw, hell!” Ava cried. She hurriedly set aside her book and flung back the covers. She shuddered as the cool morning air hit her legs, but she didn’t let that deter her as she scrambled to the washstand.

She couldn’t be late. How professional would that be? Granted, her boss probably wouldn’t care, but it still wouldn’t be very professional, particularly in the eyes of the other, more experienced people around them.

Thanking God that Mrs. Brendon always refilled the girls’ washbowls every night, Ava made quick work of splashing her face with cool water. She then tugged off her nightgown and grabbed a sponge from her bathing bag to do a quick wash, taking care to scrub under her armpits and on the back of her neck, areas that always seemed to sweat profusely during the night.

Normally, Ava would dump the now dirty water down the sink and place the sponge back in her bathing bag. But those were for days where she wasn’t running horribly late. Instead, she flung the sponge into the basin, ignoring the water that splashed over the rim, and hastened to her wardrobe. It only took a quick rummage to figure out what she wanted to wear; after all, she really didn’t have that many clothes.

But that’ll change someday, Ava thought as she tugged her favorite dress off its hanger. One day, it will. Despite the rapidly decreasing minutes, Ava smiled and nodded to herself in determination. She would see her dreams through. No ifs, ands or buts about it.

It took Ava only a few minutes to put herself together. Her wavy hair only needed the mildest of brushing, and Ava thanked her lucky stars that she hadn’t inherited her mother’s mass of curls. She well remembered as a little girl sitting on a little stool by her mother’s vanity, watching in fascination as Mama attempted to tame her locks, the same shade as Ava’s own, an inky black that in some light could almost be mistaken for blue. Mama had about a thousand different hair products, all of which were applied, one after another, in an order Ava had never quite been able to follow. She remembered how her rear would be sore by the time Mama finished, her wild, crazy curls carefully arranged into nothing more than slight waves, which were then quickly tugged up into a fashionable bun by Mama’s personal maid. Evelyn had always been forbidden from helping Mama with her curl-taming rituals; not because it was hard or time-consuming (though it was) but because Mama had never quite gotten used to having a maid to do such things.

Not that she had one for very long, Ava thought sourly. She shook her head. Oh, what was she doing woolgathering when there were more important things to focus on? A quick glance at the carriage clock on the mantel made her gasp. “Puta merda!” she swore, flinging down her hairbrush and scrabbling for the wardrobe once more.

She wrenched open the second drawer from the top, where she kept all her underthings. First her bra, Ava adjusting the peachy-pink cups so that they supported her well-developed breasts as much as possible. Next, a matching garter belt, followed by a pair of banded leg panties. Ava eyed the girdle laying at the bottom of the drawer disdainfully before quickly shoving the drawer shut. If it were up to her, she’d burn the awful garment without a second thought, same as she’d done to her corsets after she bought her first brassiere. But Mama loathed her to go out in the evenings without it, insisting the steel boning at the back of the garment helped with her posture. Besides, Mama would immediately know if Ava burned the garment, even if Ava didn’t say anything. Mama always knew.

Ava then proceeded to tug on her favorite slip. It was a beautiful bubblegum pink, with a v-neck and a bit of black lace along the v-neck and hem. It was also made of silk, meaning that it felt light and almost sinful against Ava’s skin. Not like the more common and affordable cotton knits, which were horribly prone to bunching at the knees and sticking to the insides of dresses. Ava knew that money was a precious commodity and she had to spend what little she made wisely, but when it came to good quality undergarments, she’d spend her whole paycheck and never think twice about it.

The almost exhausting process of applying her undergarments nearly complete, Ava turned to the stockings she’d tossed onto the bed earlier. Without thinking much about it, she plopped down on the trunk at the foot of her bed and hastily started rolling a stocking up her leg.

RIP!

Ava froze, her eyes wide in horror. “No, no, no, no,” she murmured as she examined the stocking.

Her heart sank. There was a massive tear in the stocking.

“Stupid cheap nylons,” Ava muttered. She tugged the stocking off and threw it and its mate in the direction of the trashcan. But her anger was quick to be replaced by horror. She sprang up and ran to her undergarment drawer, nearly ripping the drawer off its metal tracks in her haste. She dug through piles of panties and bras, a few more garter belts, and the loathed girdle. But there were no more stockings in the drawer. Those had been her last pair and they were no longer suitable to wear.

“Porra,” Ava scowled before shoving the drawer shut. What was she going to do now? She needed stockings. She couldn’t go out without stockings on. It was indecent! It was one thing not to wear a girdle. Girdles weren’t easily seen, and besides, hardly anybody Ava knew wore them anymore, including her boss. But stockings. . .

Ava sighed and forced herself to finish getting ready. Not even nine o’clock and already I need a cigarette, she thought, eyeing the package of Lucky Strike’s on her nightstand longingly.

[lmichaelmcgrath13]

Everybody is entitled to wear shapewear now

by Gilliane Manning Mike’s Story The Beginning I am a 50-year-old male and I became addicted to girdles, corselettes and corsets after encountering them in my home, and in homes of my aunts, as a little boy in Ireland. By age 11, I was wearing some of our live-in housemaid’s rigid and boned long-leg panty-girdles and found it most pleasurable. Our maid, Mary, wasn’t too pleased and…

[megastretchy]

Where are the photos of a long leg Girdles?

There are not many mostly because in the UK they were not really that popular my experiences were mostly open bottom and pantie girdles