#mademoiselle-red

[ralphlanyon]

kissing to get their attention for Ralph/Laurie!

It would be another long evening of writing reports and filling out forms for Ralph, Laurie thought, as he watched Ralph fuss around with the typewriter ribbon and straighten a formidable-looking pile of papers on his desk. Laurie had been as proud and excited as could be when Ralph received his long-overdue promotion to lieutenant-commander, but hadn't realized that being a naval officer entailed quite so much paperwork (and exceedingly tedious paperwork, from what Laurie could make out). There were some advantages, after all, to chucking the O.T.C., Ralph had remarked wryly.

The night after supper was a quiet one, punctuated by the sounds of Ralph occasionally muttering under his breath and clacking away on the typewriter (he had developed, over time, an efficient way of typing such that the slight hindrance posed by his injury was barely noticeable), while Laurie peacefully read a novel with his feet up on the couch and played with their puppy. But most of the time, his eyes were on Ralph. He liked observing Ralph at work, his back straight and head bent over, his side profile half-illuminated by the orange glow of the reading lamp, gravely and single-mindedly intent on the task set before him. In this form he would brook no distractions.

Inevitably at some point in the evening, however, the need for contact would become intolerable, and at these times Laurie would sidle up behind Ralph and throw his arms around Ralph's shoulders, murmuring, "Come and take a break, dear."

"I have ten more pages left," Ralph replied without looking up, his brow still furrowed in absolute concentration.

But Laurie was not one to give up easily when he had a certain goal in mind. He leaned forward, tucking his face in the crook between Ralph's neck and shoulder, and began raining soft, deliberate kisses along the side of Ralph's neck, while tugging loose Ralph's pristine shirt collar and eventually pressing his mouth to the prize of alluringly warm, bare skin that lay underneath.

"Really, Spud," Ralph admonished, in the cool, firm voice that reminded one that he had once been head prefect. Laurie almost yielded reflexively to that, until Ralph's skin under his lips shuddered, almost imperceptibly, in a way that betrayed the hard-hearted intentions of its owner.

"Mmph," was Laurie's unrepentant response.

"Spud, you are worse than the dog when he starts begging for a walk. Down, boy," Ralph laughed, as Laurie continued with his teasing conquest of Ralph's body, kissing and stroking and unbuttoning, in a surge of youthful giddiness. And yet, undeniably, Ralph's hands had come off the typewriter, in an apparent gesture of defeat.

[black-bentley]

27 for the ask game, book edition!

27. a 'fanfiction' trope that u like to see in books.

Me, a fanfic writer, on reading this ask: head empty, I have never met a fanfic trope in my life.

But then I remembered that I absolutely adore hurt/comfort in all its forms, in both books and fanfic, so it'll have to be that ❤️

Thanks for the ask! ☺️

[rinbylin]

6 Has fandom ever ruined a pairing for you?

ruin a pairing i was already neutral about/not very into to begin with or something i liked? :]

i don't think the latter is ever possible or it hasn't happened at least. i like what i like bc of what i read from the text so i don't think people's readings of it can sway that. also generally i'm selectively involved in fandoms... the former however........

like. oh i'm actually ok with them and i have a specific way of reading them that doesn't seem to match many other people's. and it's okay...it's okay...it's okay- [clenches fist] [distances myself from it publicly]

questions designed to make you hate me ask

[lookslikethatsallthetimewehave]

Villains with pink.

[marinawoznjuksworld]

[crackedshell]

Mademoiselle • Toronto // 👁️💐🦋✨

[keiraonthecarpet]

Keira Knightley attends the opening of Le Grand Numéro – an immersive exhibition in Paris celebrating Chanel’s iconic fragrances through the years. (2022)

[chic-a-gigot]

La Mode illustrée, no. 48, 1 décembre 1901, Paris. Toilette de visites. Modèles de Mlle Louise Piret, rue Richer, 43. Ville de Paris / Bibliothèque Forney  

Description de la gravure coloriée:

La jupe a petite traîne de cette robe, faite en drap zibeline rouge amaranthe, est garnie de trois rangées de rubans de velours noir de différentes largeurs.

Le corsage, légèrement bouffant et fait en velours noir, s'ouvre sur un plastron en zibeline; on le borde d'une ceinture en velours sur laquelle sont montées des petites basques coupées en pointe devant. Le corsage est garni, en outre, d'un grand col carré en soie blanche, orné de motifs brodés en soie rouge. Le col droit en soie blanche, recouvert de guipure crème, est garni, devant, d'un jabot en dentelle crème, descendant jusqu'à la taille. Les manches bouffantes sont retenues dans des poignets en velours noir.

Le chapeau, fait en teutre zibeline rouge amaranthe drapé, est garni de palmes de fantaisie et de ruban de velours noir, disposé en un nœud fixé par une boucle d'or ciselée.

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The skirt of this dress has a short train, made of amaranth red sable cloth, trimmed with three rows of black velvet ribbons of different widths.

The bodice, slightly puffy and made of black velvet, opens on a sable plastron; it is edged with a velvet belt on which are mounted small basques cut to a point in front. The bodice is further trimmed with a large square collar in white silk, adorned with embroidered patterns in red silk. The straight white silk collar, covered with cream guipure, is trimmed in front with a cream lace jabot, reaching down to the waist. Puff sleeves are held in black velvet cuffs.

The hat, made of draped amaranth red sable, is trimmed with fancy palm fronds and black velvet ribbon, arranged in a knot secured by a chased gold buckle.

[ralphlanyon]

Laurie, 7 and 8 for the ask meme!

7. What's something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you like?

I appreciate how the TC fandom has obsessively analyzed to bits every interaction Laurie has ever had with Ralph, no matter how vague or elliptical! Fans are very good at sleuthing out all those stealth kisses and sex scenes. 🔎

8. What's something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you despise?

I'm not a fan of the opinion I've seen from time to time (which sometimes comes up in reviews and summaries for the book) that physical/sexual attraction is the primary (or sole) basis of Laurie's connection with Ralph. Like yes, sex is one part of what draws him to Ralph, but Ralph offers him so much more than that! He provides Laurie emotional support, comfort, understanding, and intimacy, and Laurie can be truly honest and vulnerable when he is with Ralph, in a way that he can't be with other people. They have shared values and attitudes, shared experiences, and a similar sense of (bitchy) humor. They can laugh and have fun together. Through Ralph Laurie also has the opportunity to live as openly as one could as a queer man in those days, to be part of a community and to have his identity and relationship be recognized (and affirmed) by others. Those are not minor or negligible things, imo.

[hamelinsnightmare]

マドモアゼル

❤️ 👗 ❤️ 👗 ❤️ 👗 ❤️ 👗

[rinbylin]

Ship ranking ask: dihua

Squick / Just nope / A trainwreck you can’t look away from / Mehh but they are bloody everywhere / Not interested but no negative feelings / I need to see how I could make it work / BroTP / Cute / I love them / They rented a room in my mind and are here to stay / 笛花神仙爱情💖💖💖

[chicinsilk]

US Vogue February 15, 1958

Red calfskin shoe with black patent leather heel and lacing. By Johansen.

Here, a red calfskin shoe with white lacing. By Fortunet.

DeLiso Debs red suit shoe, in Eisendrath grained calfskin.

Red twisted suede sandal by Newton Elkin, in Allied kidskin.

Red shoe, bi-strap and high heel. In Donovan calfskin.

All the straps but a closed end… By Mademoiselle, in Ohio calfskin.

Opera pump in red satin. under black lace. By Custom- craftsmanship.

Kidskin low-strap flats by Ci Ranno.

Red and white calfskin shoe.

Opera pump in red silk crepe with giant silky roses.

Red calfskin, small heel. By Herbert Levine.

Red satin thong with tiny rhinestones, by Palizzio.

Sandler's Red Soft Shoe, Loewenstein Leather; black patent leather.

Chaussure en cuir de veau rouge avec talon et laçage en cuir verni noir. Par Johansen.

Ici, une chaussure en cuir de veau rouge avec un laçage blanc. Par Fortunet.

Chaussure de tailleur rouge DeLiso Debs, en cuir de veau grainé Eisendrath.

Sandale en suède torsadé rouge de Newton Elkin, en cuir de chevreau Allied.

Chaussure rouge, bi-sangle et talon haut. En cuir de veau Donovan.

Toutes les brides mais un bout fermé… Par Mademoiselle, dans un cuir de veau Ohio.

Escarpin Opera en satin rouge. sous dentelle noire. Par Custom- craft.

Chaussures plates en peau de chevreau à bride basse par Ci Ranno.

Chaussure en cuir de veau rouge et blanc.

Escarpin opéra en crêpe de soie rouge avec des roses soyeuses géantes.

Cuir de veau rouge, petit talon. Par Herbert Levine.

String en satin rouge avec de minuscules strass, par Palizzio.

Chaussure souple rouge de Sandler, en cuir Loewenstein ; cuir verni noir.

Photo Richard Rutledge

vogue archive

[lookslikethatsallthetimewehave]

Which Poptropica villain do you think is the most violent?

Violent? Let's see...

Well, I mean... Myron Van Buren hunts people for fun. The other villains only get violent because they're trying to achieve a goal.

But, then again... he doesn't seem like he'll beat you even after you're down. Octavian is shown taking his anger and hatred out on someone physically, even after they're down.

Hmm.... Scheherazade wanted to steal this child's soul, even though with her powers she could literally do anything else to defeat them.

Lieutenant Rogers was gonna murder these children, even though she really didn't need to. The trio had no way off the island, so she could've just called the Troopers to get them when no one was looking.

Not only that, but she's the only Protector (aside from Octavian) who believes in killing. The Protectors are specifically trained to fight people in non-lethal ways:

Well, you know what? I'm stumped. I can't decide. But I want to know what you guys think.

[dommydraws]

ArtFight 2024 #35

Mona & Birdy ft. Prince for @prismaeya

[cleptobycleo]

CLEPTO - HOLIDAY COLLECTION

Hi guys, I got inspired by some Mirror Palais pieces and I really loved the way they came out! Hope you like it too, enjoy and happy holidays ♥

- Starlite dress and Lady in red -

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- Mademoiselle dress -

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[princessedesfleursss]

SV05E1

Pairing: husband!sebastian vettel x wife!fem!reader

Genre: smut

Warnings: public sex, a little degradation, several orgasms, jealousy, swearing, google translated german

It was quite a long time since Seb and you had decided to come out for dinner. Especially after his retirement you had moved back to Germany with your husband who had been focused on his shaping his future career and spending more time with the kids. 

With the kids, you both never had time to attend to your relationship. Stolen kisses &  quickies in the washroom was what held your relationship together. The past few weeks of busy schedules and having to constantly make sure the kids were sorted out with their schoolwork put a strain on your relationship. Which is why when Sebastain’s sisters had offered to take care of the kids for the weekend, after overhearing a hushed argument you both had during a family get together, without any hesitation the both of you had said yes. 

So that led you to where you were now. In a fancy restaurant in Monaco drinking wine and waiting for the food you ordered to arrive. 

All throughout the evening the waiter had been throwing you flirtatious glances. Maybe it was the dress you were wearing or maybe it was the fact that Sebastian seemed almost invisible to them. 

“If that moron doesn’t stop drecksack (scum bag) doesn’t stop eyeing you up and down I might have to go down there and punch him,” Sebastian muttered to you under his breath. 

This wasn’t new for either of you. Sebastian was much older than you and at times people thought he wasn’t actually your husband but rather someone else- more specifically someone who wasn’t romantically accompanying you. 

“Süße (honey) ignore that,” you said rubbing your ring clad fingers up and down his arms, “You know I’ve got my eyes only on you.”

You knew that it didn’t ease Sebastian and that you had gone over this a million times but the man was jealous & possessive over you rightfully so. 

“Give me a kiss liebling,” he requested and you obliged too excitedly. 

Caressing the side of his cheek and leaning in to lock your lips with his, you felt yourself melting as he took control of the kiss. His hand was sliding up and down your arm and yours were lingering on his cheek and the other over his hand. His fingers clasped yours and the pad of his thumb stroked the top of your hand. 

It wasn’t until the waiter was nearby that your make out session was interrupted. A hue of red painting your cheeks you moved away from Sebastian. The waiter walked closer and placed the food of the table. 

Turning to you and brazenly ignoring Sebastian he asked,

“Mademoiselle, would you like some more wine?”

“I’ll let you know if we need more,” Sebastian replied in a curt manner. 

You watched as the waiter bow and make his way back to the kitchen. 

“Oh is my old man getting all wired up now?” You asked Sebastian teasingly as you let your wandering hands settle on this robust thigh. 

Taking his hand from the table and kissing it, you held it close to your face letting your face rest of his open palm. With both your hands holding onto his hand, you continued,

“Ich werde dich immer lieben und nur dich (I will always love you and only you).”

Sebastian looked back at you lovingly and murmured, “I know. And I love you even more than that liebling.”

After eating and conversing, having time for yourself, you felt like you needed to uplift the mood a little. Plus you were feeling horny with Sebastian looking all worked up. You wouldn’t have minded him taking your right here in front of the waiter that had been eyeing you up all evening. 

Signaling the same waiter to come over to you, who almost too enthusiastically scurried over to you, you placed an order for two tiramisus. 

A walk to the kitchen and back, the waiter came over with a tray of tiramisu and started serving for you and your husband. Sebastian wasn’t pleased at all but since he was sipping on his wine trying really hard to not punch the waiter you took your chance. 

Dipping a finger to the tiramisu you looked back up at the waiter and brought it over to your mouth and licked your finger clean. You watched as the waiters eyes widened as he watched your tongue wrap around your finger licking it squeaky clean. 

“Mmm, this is too sweet for me,” you said as you looked back up at the waiter innocently, “Do you have anything less sweet?”

“W-we have um… cranberry pudding Mademoiselle. The prefect blend… blend of uh… just you know sour and sweet,” the waiter stuttered as you looked back at him with flirtatious eyes. You raised your eyebrow and he continued, “Of course it’s not too sweet. I’ll take this back to the kitchen and bring out a new one immediately.”

Sebastian watched all this unfold right in front of him with a perplexed look on his face. And when the waiter left to return the dessert and bring a new one in, he gave you one stern look and questioned, 

“What the fuck was that liebling?”

You made yourself comfortable on your seat and looked up at him as if you hadn’t just flirted with another in front of your husband.

“What do you mean Seb?”

“Verhalte dich nicht ganz unschuldig (Don’t act all innocent),” he spat back. 

Sighing you replied in a calm tone, “Since you were being a grumpy old man all throughout dinner I thought I needed to find someone else to entertain myself.”

That was all it took for Sebastian to get up from the table, startling you. He grabbed hold of your hand and led you over to the dimly light but spacious washrooms. 

Twisting the lock of the door and making sure no one could come in, he pushed your body over to the counter and kissed you harshly. 

“You think you can act like a schlampe (slut) and get away with it?” Sebastian asked, his mouth leaving a hot trail of kisses down your open neck. 

“I’ll show you what this old man can do.”

Sebastian lifted up your red dress and looked at you with a not so amused look when he realized what you were wearing. 

“Only for you-“

“Oh shut it,” he kissed you with a strong sense of urge, letting his fingers run through your folds and gathering the sweet slick to bring it up to his mouth to taste it. 

“So fucking sweet.”

You felt your face heat up at his dirty comment. Sebastian smirked at the coy look on your face and without any warning plunged his fingers into your hot & wet core. In and out he pulled and pushed his fingers and you lost yourself in the squelch of your pussy. 

“Babe I’m close,” you let your husband know. Sebastian hummed in acknowledgement his lips hovering over your neck and marking small bites all over the expanse of your skin. 

When you came with a sense of relief on his hands, Sebastian wasted no time and pulled out his dick, giving it a few strokes and pushing it into you without warning. You hissed due to the oversensitivity you felt after having cummed a few seconds ago. 

“This feels so good, doesn’t it libeling?” He asked as he slid he steadied himself against you. 

“Hmmm, yes, yes, it feels soo good Sebastian.”

Sebastian railed harder into you, feeling your velvety walls close around him, squeezing him tightly. He grabbed your jaw, making you look at him, your scrunched up eyes now opening up to look back at his bright blue eyes that were now filled with lust. 

“Kiss me,” you whispered. 

The minute the request left your plush lips, his were on yours, making out as he drilled into you. Within a matter of seconds you came undone around him. However, Sebastian was far from close. Pulling out of you, he turned you around. Protests fell from your lips, letting him know that you were oversensitive from having cummed twice, but he simply ignored your pleas knowing you were down bad as much as he was, despite your resistance. 

You held on tight to the edges of the counter top of the fancy washroom the restaurant had. Just then, Seb pushed into you making you drag a sinful moan. Holding tight onto your waist, Sebastian barely showed you any mercy as he drilled into you at a menacing pace. 

“Schau dich an, ganz angezogen, benimmst dich aber gegenüber anderen Männern immer noch wie eine schlampe (Look at you, all dressed up but still acting like a slut for other men),” your husband spat at you. He nibbled onto the shell of your ear as he spat a plethora of profanities into your ear. 

You continuously moaned as Sebastian pushed into you and within the next few seconds you felt yourself letting out a powerful orgasm for the third time that night and your husband’s release coating your insides making you feel giddy like a first time bride. Exhausted as you were, you waited until Seb pulled out of you to turn around and slump onto him. 

He angled your jaw so that you were looking up at him with your tired eyes. Stroking your cheek he teased you, “If only you hadn’t called me an old man and made me jealous in front of that dummer kellner (stupid waiter).”

You smiled and laid your head on his chest, replying back cheekily, “But it was worth it wasn’t me. I haven’t had sex like this for ages Seb. Felt so good.”

“Wait till you get to the hotel then.”

Laughing at the nasty things you were both going to do back at the hotel after being seamless here at the restaurant, Sebastian and you fixed yourselves up and left the restroom. Outside, the waiter who was waiting for your return barely looked you in the eye and Sebastian simply painted a smug smile on his face knowing he had set the “dummer kellner” in his place.