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[going-to-ikea-for-the-fries]

It's a Match! || 141 x reader

[ Chapter 6 ] || [ Chapter 8 ]

Pairing: Price x gn!Reader || 141 x gn!Reader Words: 1.8K~ cw: SMUT, SMUT, SMUT. oral (m!receiving). sex (protected). Unspecified age gap. John is a little selfish. Also: the boys aren't very happy. Summary: While overcoming recent heartbreak, you decide to join Tinder in search of a rebound. Your friends advise to just Swipe Right indiscriminately... What happens when 4 soldiers from the same squad match with you? a/n: tried my best to keep the smut as gender neutral as possible!

Chapter 7: Getting Laid!!

Last night, you and John stumbled in the door of your flat with your lips pressed together.

You swore that was something only happened in romcoms, when the main character and her rival/best-friend/ex/a stranger met at the bar, got drunk, and somehow stumbled in the door and did it right on the kitchen table or whatever.

Nope.

Nope. It happened.

He had his arms wrapped around your torso, one snugly around your hip/lower waist, the other running up over your spine, with his hand sinking into your hair.

He tossed his foot back, knocking the door closed with a donkey kick as your hands struggled to untuck his stupid maroon button-up.

Instead of fumbling with the buttons, he ripped it off himself, a few of the buttons popping off and being sent flying around the room. He shrugged it off himself before guiding you over the living room sofa.

The flat was a mess, you had tried to tell him, because you weren’t expecting to bring him (or anyone, ever) back here. But that wasn’t a concern at that moment.

John fell on top of you on the couch, his hands already ripping your shirt off and throwing it somewhere it wouldn’t get in the way (you’d come to find it behind your flatscreen tv).

His fingers kneaded and caressed your torso, squeezing at your waist as his mouth slide away from yours, over your jaw, and down to your neck, biting down onto it and sucking at the skin like it was his to mark.

Your hands found the back of his white crewneck and you pulled it off, momentarily getting him tangled in it, before you tossed it on the floor. 

You barely had a moment to feast your eyes on the sight of his bare torso before he was slipping your boots off and then dragging your jeans off your legs… Like a rabid animal, primal and hungry. 

You caught glimpses of his figure as he raised your leg and peppered kisses from your ankle, wet tongue jotting out to lick up your thigh toward your underwear.

He’s strong but soft, the owner of large pecks and a warm belly, both covered in thick, dark, coarse hair, that disappear in a happy trail under his jeans.

You pull his face toward yours, locking your lips into a deep kiss again, your tongues finding each other as he holds himself up over you. Pulling away from the kiss, you looked at him. “Flip over…” You whispered.

He didn’t need to be told twice, grabbing you around the waist again and hurling you up as he shifted to sit down on the couch, thighs spread to accommodate the growing bulge in his jeans.

You knelt between his legs, nimble fingers undoing his belt and immediately tugging the dark fabric away from his thick thighs. He groaned in relief as he watched you struggle with his boots for a moment before you succeeded in getting it all off him.

His hand palmed at his hardened cock, eyelids droopy as your hands ran up his legs, feeling the hair in them, and sometimes catching the little bumps and scars of past injuries, some of them discreet, some of them obvious and particularly gnarly. Some of them could rival some of his Simon’s.

You tugged down his boxers briefs, allowing his cock to spring free. It’s uncut, long and decently thick, and his hair is neatly trimmed. The head peeks out just a bit, showing how red and angry it is, the whole length throbbing, needy for your touch.

Your eyes locked onto his, spotting that it wasn’t just his cock that was needy. He looked at you like a starved man about to have a meal. Barely restrained, his jaw clenched, fists tightened shut, the muscles on his thighs taut with anticipation.

You ran your tongue over your palm before wrapping it around his cock, hearing him hiss and throw his head back as you started stroking it. Your other hand slowly, carefully, pulled back the hood of his cock before you wrapped your lips and tongue around it, gingerly sliding it further into your mouth.

You could’ve sworn John was going to have an aneurysm. “Fuckin’ hell… That’s it…” He grunted and huffed consecutively as he tensed up a bit, bucking his hips upward to meet your mouth.

“F-Fuck… That’s it…” He grumbled under his breath as he looked down at you. John had been with plenty of people, but something about the way you looked on your knees with his cock steadily slipping down your throat, got him in a way no one else did.

“Jesus… Fuckin’... Christ…” He dipped his head back as your tongue drew circles around him before you swallowed him deeper, breathing steadily through your nose so as to not choke.

“God… Been… B-Been a while since I got… Christ-” He grunted again, one hand shooting up to grip the back of your neck as he slowly rocked his cock into your mouth, beads of precum drooling over your tongue.

“C’mere.” He demanded as he pulled you back from his cock and up to your feet. He grabbed hold of his jeans from the floor, in search of his wallet and pulled out a whole sheet of condoms which was folded neatly inside, He stuck them between his lips before he stood.

Grabbing hold of you, he walked you across your flat, making use of the sitting room lights to navigate the hall into the bedroom, and dropped you onto your bed. He tossed the condoms aside and his lips crashed into yours, lips parted so that your tongues found each other.

His hands grabbed hold of your underwear and tugged it off, sending it flying across the room while he grabbed hold of the condoms and ripped off one, rough fingers search struggling to open the foil, before he finally succeeded and slipped it on.

“You good?” He checked on you, eyes locked on yours as he slotted himself between your legs, kneeling in front of you and adjusting you to fit him. One leg wrapped around his waist, the other over the bend of his elbow to keep you spread open for him.

“Yeah.” You replied, immediately feeling him rub the leaking head of his cock against your entrance, allowing the lube of the condom to lubricate you just a bit.

It had been ages since you had last gotten laid, a miserable consequence of your ex-boyfriend, Ethan, and one of the main reasons you had broken up. Sex with him, much like your relationship, was dead and unfulfilling.

You felt John push his way inside, slotting himself in the warmth and snugness of your body as you squealed, your head falling back onto the bed. He grunted some incoherent praise, or what you assume was praise, his fingers digging into the extra fat on your legs to keep him steady enough.

He leaned over you, one closed fist on either side of your head, curling you onto yourself and allowing him easier access to thrust into you. Slow, torturously slowly, his cock stretching you and forcing you to accomodate him.

“Fuckin’ hell… So fuckin’ good…” He groaned, eyes closing and mouth falling open as he threw his hips down against yours. It was slow and considerate, but the way he huffed and grunted told you it was already too much for him.

But John was a man of focus. He uncurled his fists in order to grip your bed covers and squeeze them tight as his hips bounced off yours, his weeping girth always burying itself to the hilt before he pulled back again, making sure to bottom out every time.

You whimpered and moaned, eyes screwed closed and a shiver running down your spine every time the bouncy cock plunged into you, the upward tilt of it making sure to drag dangerously slowly across the one spot in your body that caused your mind to go blank, stars prickling in the corners of your eyes.

“F-Fuck… John…” You sighed as he kept the torturously slow pace, somehow driving you crazy just as much as he would while pounding you into oblivion.

“Yeah… that’s it. Moan my name, love.” He ordered as he leaned closer.

“J-John…” You cried out softly as his hips stuttered lightly, causing him to bury himself deep twice in a row.

“I know, darling. I know.” He grumbled. “You haven’t gotten properly shagged in a while, have you?” He taunted a bit. “Haven’t either, sweet thing…” He added.

His hands grabbed your jaw on either side, his thumbs hooked onto your cheeks, the remaining fingers slipping under and around your ears, nails digging lightly into your scalp.

“I’ll make sure to make it last as long as possible, hm?” He added as he kissed at your lips, sucking your bottom lip between his lightly.

-

John was in a much better mood when he sat down for breakfast at the mess hall with Ghost, Gaz and Soap. He actually greeted them with a ‘Good morning’, his tray was piled high with food and his hair was wet from a recent shower.

The other three were looking at him with raised brows and intrigued glances, even if Ghost was trying to be discreet about them. They could read between the lines to know he had gotten lucky with you the night before, so they didn’t need to ask questions they knew the answers to.

Instead, they exchanged glances and kept eating their breakfasts… All except for Simon, who was simply drinkin a cup of breakfast tea.

“I don’t think it’s fair.” Soap ended up saying as Price was halfway through shoveling a hash brown into his mouth.

“What isn’t, Soap?” Price asked, eyes narrowed in confusion, and brows scrunched.

“We all matched ‘em on Tinder and didn’t get more than a ‘I’ll think about meetin’ up with you’.” The younger sergeant explained halfway through chewing his bite of sausage. “You meet with ‘em, get a shag… And we did all the work for it.” He added. “But when it comes to us ourselves, they don’t want us.” He complained.

“What are we gonna do?” Gaz complained. “Maybe they just like older men…” He said with a shrug. “Sucks but there’s other people out there.” He adds while drinking his orange juice.

“Are you seriously going to call dibs on the fact you saw ‘em before Price?” Ghost said in surprise.

“I’m just saying!” Soap grunted and shoveled some more scrambled eggs into his mouth.

“Learn to take rejection with class, MacTavish. It’s going to happen to you more and more often as you get older.” Ghost quipped.

“Awa' an' bile yer heid!” Soap scoffed and flipped the middle finger at Ghost.

Meanwhile, the Captain was giving them all a look, while staying silent, seeming amused by their antics and a little by their jealousy. He could tell that despite the fact Gaz and Ghost had disagreed with Soap, their eyebrows were also furrowed in contemplation.

So, he simply turned off to the side and drank from his own tea with a smug smirk on his lips.

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[alexusonfire]

Gluttony and Lace

Larissa Weems x Reader

In honor of Lingerie August (as dubbed and requested by @daydream-cement) I present to you... Larissa Weems in lingerie 😏

It had been a day like any other, nothing particularily memorable to capture your attention. You trudged home, eager to eat a good meal and flop on the couch with your partner, the esteemed Principal of Nevermore Academy Larissa Weems.

Larissa. The mere thought of her brought a smile to your lips, and you picked up your pace through the rainy streets, not caring about the droplets smattering your face or wetting your hair. By the time you reached home you were damp, small shivers snaking down your spine while you kicked off your shoes and hung your jacket on the wall hook. Rich, warm smells greeted you as you made your way deeper into your apartment (Larissa's living quarters in Nevermore), and your stomach grumbled in response.

"Riss, love, I'm ho-"

You stopped dead in your tracks, your brain going empty at the sight in front of you.

Larissa, all soft and curves and woman, on display for you in a deep maroon teddy, the delicate lace hugging her perfectly. Her long, toned legs were highlighted by the stilettos she donned, and suddenly it wasn't the smell of a promising meal that made your mouth water.

She continued to prep and season, the movement from island to oven swooshing her loose hair, and when she bent over at the waist, "innocently" checking to see how dinner was coming along, your knees almost gave out underneath you. You couldn't tear your eyes from her cunt, now on display in the crotchless lingerie, so pink and pretty and already glistening.

"Are you going to stand there all night darling, or are you going to come eat?"

You'd hardly registered what she said, your eyes still glued to her, afraid that if you moved you might just wake up. She sauntered towards you (a little wobbly, as the heel length was much higher than she was used to, though you couldn't find it in you to care) and your breath hitched when she placed her forefinger under your chin to hold your gaze.

"Oh no... you seem to be a little wet dearest."

You trembled, and swiftly rose on your tiptoes to press your lips to hers, feverish and hungry. Your hands roamed her curves, cupping her hips, her breasts, her ass, feeling as much of her as you possibly could as your tongues met and the air was sucked from your lungs.

"D-dinner... the oven-" Larissa panted, pulling back from you long enough to glance at the stove. Noting that you still had a good fifteen minutes, you gleefully tugged her back into the kitchen, easily lifting her onto the counter before capturing her lips once more. She whimpered as you placed your hand on her sternum and pressed against her, laying her back on the smooth dark marble. You lifted one of her legs to your shoulder and placed soft kisses along her foot and ankle, gently massaging her calf, then her thigh; when your hand reached her sex, her hips rolled and she groaned, her eyes, darkened by blown pupils, begging you to touch her. Wrapped in lace as beautifully as she was, the rich color making her pale skin glow, you simply couldn't resist any longer.

"Thank you for dinner my love. I. Am. Starving."

With that, you finally lowered your mouth to her, Larissa letting out a satisfied and breathy sigh as your tongue licked from entrace to clit, your lips sucking her folds into your mouth. You placed your hands on her hips to steady her, and she wound her fingers in your still-damp hair as she began to rut against your face.

"Oh, oh yes, right there, darling please..."

You lapped at her clit and she keened, her heels digging into your back as her legs flexed and tensed, her thighs tightening around your head as she came closer to her peak. You slid your tongue inside her, moaning when you felt her walls fluttering around you. A few strokes was all it took to finally push Larissa over the edge, and she let out a gutteral cry as her orgasm washed over her.

The timer rang out, jolting Larissa. You pat her thigh reassuringly and gave her a quick kiss before moving to the stove and turning it off, swiftly removing the chicken. Tossing the oven mitts to the side, you returned to Larissa and carefully helped her sit up, letting her slump against you as she caught her breath.

"You look beautiful by the way," you murmured, your fingers gently carding through her hair, "This color suits you."

"Thank you. I'm glad you like it. Perhaps... I could dress like this more often for you?"

You heard the smirk in her voice, and playfully nipped at her jaw.

"I'd love that. Now, do you think you can walk or shall I carry you to bed?"

Larissa looked at you quizzically, her lips quirking into a questioning smile.

"Bed? But the food...?"

You chuckled and pulled her against you, making sure she was steady on her feet before leading her down the hall.

"You know, it probably needs to cool down a bit... and I'm not quite satiated just yet."

With a feral smirk, you closed the door behind you, splayed Larissa out on the bed, and feasted until dawn.

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@weemssapphic @h-doodles @rosieathena @pro-weems-places @renravens @ness029

[gumballavocadoharry]

An old affair: Jack Chambers:

Clinks of wine glasses, pops of champagne bottles and the chatter and laughter of the dining room was a typical treat for the Chambers. This was Alice and Susan's time to don their best evening dresses and jewelry and a time for Roger and Jack to suit up in their best tuxedos, accessorized with customed watches.

Two glasses of wine, one glass of iced tea with lemon and another of cola. The appetizers had arrived along with everyone's ideas for dinner time chatter. Alice went on about how Bunny had asked her to spend a weekend together in the Netherlands for a girl's trip. Alice expected Jack to show some apprehension, to protest his wife leaving all the domestic work and the child rearing for the weekend for himself alone- not that he didn't enjoy it, but that it was a handful already for the couple alone, Jack only imagined how it was when he was solo in running through the house chasing Roger to get him to take a bath.

Roger's giggles filled the house at every corner. Meanwhile, Jack had swore he put his back out grabbing the ankles of his kiddie, wrestling him out from under the bed. By the time bedtime had arrived, Jack had little energy to fight with Roger about how many stories should be read. So, he read six of them before passing out on the couch for an hour before dragging his body up to his room at one in the morning.

But instead, Jack just admired his wife. Her dainty, delicate neck that donned a gold necklace that matched her fancy ruby gold ring. Her blonde hair tussled to the side to highlight the dangling rose colored earring with gold trimming around them. Her wrist reached for her wine glass, sipping lightly and elegantly like a poise mannequin or ancient painting that abstracted the impression of everything a woman should represent. And Alice was exactly that. Jack pressed a gentle peck to her cheek, not able to resist the air of laud that suffocated him.

"Jack?" His head shot up to a tall sandy brunette headed woman with the most bewitching eyes. Her tight fitted maroon dress hugged her slender curves and arched legs that seemed to cup perfectly together without one pinch of imperfection. In the eyes of young Roger, this woman had walked right off a magazine cover. Her smile widened to show her pearly straight teeth, "Jack Chambers, is that you?" Jack could feel his wife's body stiffen.

This woman ran closer, now standing above their table, "Jack, it's me, Sandra. Remember, from Manhattan?" Her accent rang between an ounce of Brooklyn mixed with a European blend. What the man didn't expect was for this woman to throw her arms around him with such a quickness. She held him like this for a few minutes, making Jack's cheeks flustered and sweaty and Alice's jaw clench and her knuckles turn a boney white.

Jack cleared his throat, scanned the table and introduced Sandra. "Oh, is this your family? They're lovely!" Alice's pinched tight smile yet glaring eyes didn't seem to rattle Sandra....in fact she upped her introduction. "I used to see Jack around the corridors in University- remember that, Jack? Oh, he was Mr. Wattson's favorite student...so smart and funny. He knew how to make all the girl's go for him- there was one girl, May, remember her Jack? You and her-"

"Oh yeah, she was my science partner while we were learning about mechanical techniques." Jack's throat felt white and dry. He knew May, very well and wanted to one day be someone he could forget about.

"Yeah...It was nice seeing you, Sandra." Jack wanted this woman away from the table as soon as he could get her. Alice was a quiet woman with an active mind. Of course, she knew Jack was faithful, she just hated Sandra. Everything about her: her body, her thick hair cut into this shoulder length curly and her walk that seemed to make men stare every time she passed them with her behind jiggling more than it should've.

But she was gone now. She was polite, but insolent. Impudent, coming over and flaunting herself like that in front of another woman's children. "Jack, who was she?" Alice's eyes held gripe and resentment that bubbled and brimmed through her stare like cold ice to warm skin.

"She was a classmate back in Manhattan when I was in college. We knew each other from one of my friends, Daniel, I think." The peppy relaxing dinner was now full of tension and bubbling internal angst. Alice's tense silence was evident when her fork would stab her plate a little harder than normal. The screech and scrape jotted through Roger's ears like nails on a chalkboard. It made him cringe with every bite from his fork from his mother's hostility that she took out on her plate.

The car ride home was quiet, yet Susan and Roger's glances and looks to each other spoke loudly about what everyone had witnessed at the table. Alice stared blankly out her window, looking banal at all the speeding cars that whizzed past their car. The lights of streetlights and front porch hues, flickered off her irises, radiating a blue, then gray and then hazel shimmer off them. "How was dinner kids?" Jack's eyes still locked on the road; desperate to saw the thick heave of ice that wavered in the car. "It was really good!" Roger allowed Susan to speak for the both of them. Jack understood... Susan being the oldest knew how to assert a sense of reassurance that coupled for the both of them.

The minute Jack pulled into their driveway, Alice stepped out with the kids and asked them to enjoy Tv time downstairs before she dragged Jack up to their room.

"I wasn't looking her up and down, Alice! I wasn't looking at her at all! I wanted her to leave!" Alice sighed; rubbing her feet from the heels that she set aside her and adjusting her seating on the bed bench. "Well, everyone else was looking at her.... her throwing herself at you in front of our children. Disgusting!" She scoffed, "And why did she have to bring up May? Dumb slut-"

"Alice!" Alice looked down, cheeks flushed and fevering. Her mouth suddenly became dry and achy. Her eyes tried to brim with pity tears, but she quickly swiped them away like a gnat had landed on her. She didn't want Jack to see her pitiful jealousness, to her it was a weak insecurity and a slash to her collectedness.

"Baby?" Jack's voice so soft and warm, like a teddy bear. He was a teddy bear to Alice. So full of understanding and love...... she looked into his eyes with tears in her own. She raised her hands before sniffling away her angst. Alice let her blonde locks tickle her cheeks as she shot her head down to floor. Her hair was a curtain to cover the shameful guilt that leered into her like poison. And it was poison.

But.... a feeling of a large finger had pulled her hair to reveal her soft face. Then.... it wiped away a straying tear that strolled down across her left cheek.

"Jack.... who was she anyway? Beyond Daniel, I mean." Jack bit his lip before turning to Alice's green eyes. "A mutual friend from my friend, Daniel, at the time-" "Jack.... she hugged you and was very friendly with you than you were with her.... she's more than a mutual friend." "An ex... we had a small thing in college, but that was it! And besides, I broke it off because I found out she had cheated on me with this other guy- James Willings-"

Jack had disliked that guy a lot in college, flashing his expensive cars and watches- buying the woman he went with rings like broken promises were cheap.

"Your ex girlfriend?" Jack nodded. Alice put a hand to the bridge of her nose, "Jack, why didn't you tell me this before?" "Because, since the relationship- if you can call it that- was so short, I didn't think it would be relevant."

Alice stared at her nails, peeling off the artificial parts, "Did you ever kiss her? Or touch her?" Jack sat beside Alice. He took her chin into his palm, "We barely looked at each other, our relationship lasted two weeks at best. Promise." Alice smiled slightly, "I'm sorry babe. I shouldn't have kept that from you. I wanted to tell you at the table, but I didn't want the kids to know." Alice threw her arms around Jack's neck.

"I'm sorry too Jack. I know you didn't mean any harm. I love you,"

"I love you too honey."

Jack kissed Alice's cheek before pressing his forehead against hers. He looked into those lush kitten eyes that he fell for the day he met them. He saw future in them.... his future. No one else's but Alice's.

And only Alice's.

[hanafubukki]

Follow up because I was afraid the last one would get to long.

Idea 1 : Dorm Leader Uniform: A ruffled white shirt with a black bowknot that has a red jewel encased in gold looped in, a burgundy capelet that has gold embroidery, a knee-length burgundy skirt that is decorated with navy blue frills at the bottom, a black belt with a gold buckle, opaque charcoal gray tights, and gold heels. The uniform is accessorized with a burgundy wide-brimmed hat that is decorated with a blue rose and gold trimmings, ruby teardrop earrings, and black gloves.

Students' Uniform: A white shirt with a black tie or bowknot under a gold-embroidered burgundy suit or a burgundy knee-length dress decorated with a navy blue sash tied into a bow in the back and a white petticoat. Both versions include a burgundy beret adorned with a dark blue bow on the left.

Idea 2: Dorm Leader's Uniform: A very dark blue, strapless, shin-length dress that has a sweetheart neckline and multiple layers of maroon tulle underneath. Over this, the dorm leader wears a muted blue bolero with 3/4 sleeves and a very dark blue cape with silver epaulettes and tassels that reaches past the knees. Covering the dorm leader's legs are sheer black pantyhose and black and silver stiletto heels. The uniform is accessorized with a very dark blue witch's hat that is adorned with a dark red ribbon that is tied into a bow on the right side, black gloves that go past the elbows, and water droplet-shaped sapphire earrings encased in silver.

Students' Uniform: A white buttoned up shirt with black vambraces, a white jabot, and a dark red ribbon-like tie, a black vest with four silver buttons, and a very dark blue capelet with silver embroidery worn over the student's shoulders. The bottoms can either be a high-waisted very dark blue knee-high skirt or long pants, and, finally, black hosiery and shoes of the student's choice.

Idea 3: Dorm Leader's Uniform: A strapless half white (top) half dark blue (bottom) dress embroidered in rose gold that goes past the knee and has a dark red petticoat. Worn over it is a short navy blue cloak with a deep red interior that turns darker towards the end, is trimmed in rose gold and held together with a clasp that is made up of two circular red jewels encased in rose gold and a short rose gold chain. The dorm leader completes the uniform with black tights and black high heels. Her accessories include dark red teardrop-shaped earrings, a navy blue witch's hat that is trimmed in black and colored dark red on the inside, and elbow-length black gloves.

Students' Uniform: A white dress shirt with either dark blue dress pants or a dark blue skirt that with a white petticoat that flares above the knees, a very dark blue (almost black) vest with three silver buttons, black hosiery of the student's choice, and black ankle-high boots. Over the uniform, students wear a navy blue capelet with rose gold trim that matches the dorm leader's cloak albeit it lacks the dark red interior and is held together with a simple button instead of an ornate clasp.

Hello Witchy Anonie 💚🌷💞

Wait?? Omg??? These are amazing!! I really like idea 2 and 3 dorm, the latter especially because gradient dresses are very pretty.

Navy or burgundy colors are so nice! They would go great as student uniforms.

Capelets are one of my fave designs 💞💞💞 I wish I could see more art with them. It’s very cute especially certain combos.

Thank you for sharing witchy Anonie 💚💙

[mrsjohnwilson]

List of my woollen clothing items available for my dress discipline and punishment

One of the new revised rules controlling my behaviour, activities and dress is that I must maintain and make available a list of woollen garments in my wardrobe to be worn either as part of my ongoing dress discipline or as punishment should I misbehave again.

I have had a request for this list which I am posting below. I hate having to wear woollen garments particularly wool cardigans so having to do this and make public this list is a further deserved lesson for me and will help improve my discipline. I hope too that seeing this humiliating list of garments will be a warning to other young women of the deserved humiliating consequences of misbehaviour such as mine.

I maintain this list as I complete new items. I do have other appropriate non-woollen conservative clothing e.g. long dresses and skirts in plain colours and long sleeved blouses in plain colours which I am permitted to wear not shown on this list.

1 pair brown wool knee socks

2 pairs grey wool knee socks

2 pairs grey wool ankle socks

2 pairs grey wool tights with elasticated waist

5 pairs of knitted thick grey wool knickers with elasticated waist and leg holes

5 pairs of knitted thick white wool knickers with elasticated waist and leg holes

5 knitted thick grey wool vests

5 knitted thick white wool vests

1 below knee length coarse grey nylon/woollen dress with a large collar and buttons at the neck

1 below knee length knitted thick maroon wool dress with a pleated skirt and a ribbed polo neck

1 full ankle length olive wool cardigan dress with a crew neck collar and buttons from collar to hem

1 blue knitted below knee length long sleeved wool dress

1 crew neck brown knitted woollen long sleeved sweater

1 crew neck olive green knitted woollen long sleeved sweater

1 V-neck brown knitted wool school cardigan

1 V-neck grey knitted wool school cardigan

1 V-neck maroon knitted wool school cardigan

1 V-neck bottle green knitted wool school cardigan

1 V-neck navy knitted wool school cardigan

1 crew neck brown knitted wool school cardigan

1 crew neck grey knitted wool school cardigan

1 crew neck maroon knitted wool school cardigan

1 crew neck bottle green knitted wool school cardigan1 crew neck navy knitted wool school cardigan

1 long blue wool knitted V-neck cardigan

1 long blue knitted wool crew neck cardigan

1 thick long knitted white arran cardigan

1 thick grey knitted wool cardigan reaching below my knees and with a wide ribbed collar

1 below knee length brown V-neck knitted wool cardigan

1 long pale green knitted woollen cardigan with a crew neck collar and buttons from neck to hem

1 knitted brown woollen beret

1 knitted grey woollen beret

1 knitted maroon woollen beret

1 knitted bottle green woollen beret

1 knitted navy woollen beret

1 white knitted arran bonnet

1 pair of white knitted arran mittens3 pairs of grey woollen mittens2 pairs of thumbless pale yellow mittens with wrist ties

2 grey woollen ankle length nightgowns with cuffs, large collar and three buttons at the neck

I will post separately the list of garments I have been instructed to make to add to my wardrobe by my mother-in-law and sisters-in-law.

[in-sufficientdata]

Every time I start entertaining the idea I might be getting too old to dress how I want I remember a woman I saw on election day 2020 and remember how I dream of coordinating my look the way she did

She had a T-shirt on that was a fake corset (you know, like the fake tux shirts), a leopard print jacket over that, a jean skirt that was a little shorter than knee length, maroon leggings, and calf height black strappy boots

And over all that she had a denim jacket that was almost ankle length

She rocked that look, too

#goals

I mean I was just starry-eyed

Ever since then I've been working on my wardrobe

I think I'm almost to the point where I'm content with it, too

[skinnamon39]

Battered, Bloody, Beautiful

Content: dehumanization, non-consensual nudity (non-sexual), begging, needles, tiny whumpee

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The door to Whumper’s workshop makes a distinctive craaaak as it swings open. It’s their second favorite sound in the world.

To hear their very favorite sound, they take out a key and unlock the top-most drawer in their desk. They open it and - there! - out come the soft, tiny whimpers they cherish. With their thumb and forefinger, they pull out the sheet of white paperboard holding their latest project: Whumpee.

Gently placing them on the desk, Whumper takes a moment to admire the blank canvas - Whumpee’s nude form, their limbs splayed out as far as they can stretch, their palms and ankles pierced with the smallest nails Whumper could find at the hardware store. The blood had had plenty of time to dry since last night, leaving exquisite blotches of maroon at Whumpee’s extremities.

But they must go on with their work. Whumper reaches for their kit.

“N-no, please-” Whumpee rasps, their voice trembling. “Don’t-”

Whumper shushes them as they pull out a sewing needle the length of their thumb, or, to put it in perspective, the length of Whumpee’s torso. Their little mouth opens, but whatever they were going to say is lost the moment Whumper pierces the skin of their inner left thigh. They prick, prick, prick on the dainty skin, and Whumpee cries and screams and shrieks as thin red ribbons stream down and pool along their leg. It’s like Whumper has their own miniature orchestra.

That’s enough of that for now. After wiping down the needle, they return it to the kit. Now, where… Aha!

Whumpee’s small, delicate hiccups turn into hyperventilating at the sight of the tweezers in Whumper’s hand. Their eyes are as wide as dimes.

God, they love their job.

[failing-to-write-again]

The Dancer and The Deadbeat

The poll has spoken and so here is the first installment in the Shu rewrite.

Since these releases are a series, if you want to be tagged to be alerted when the next part comes up just say so in your reblog. :)

I hope you enjoy it, this is a new thing for me so constructive critiques are appreciated.

Contents page will be linked HERE.

Prologue Part 1-Ch 1

“So he's dead.” 

“Lizzie! Show some respect”

“He’s hardly deserving of it anymore, Charlotte. But yes Liz, that's what the report said, he went ahead with that ridiculous plan for her and was killed by the sons.”

“He’s still the one who took us in, Adelaide. That has to be deserving of some respect.”

“He was being selfish, he was the one who could keep spoiled vampires away from us. Without him we are going to die.”

“Victoria!”

“Don’t ‘Victoria’ me, it's true. We’re human no matter how long we live. The second word is out everyone who knows of our existence will be on us. We might be able to keep them away, but those who do not know our history will be harder to dissuade.” 

“Since when has that been our approach?”

Eyes all turned to the latest addition to the conversation. Standing in the open door was Evelyn, the oldest among them, and within the foyer of the recently deceased Richter Sakamaki sat four women. The five of them looked to be no older than 21, however, they had long since passed that age by centuries. 

 You see while vampires are naturally immortal there are magical ways to keep humans around should they be useful. Richter had taken the girls in, and while the occupants of the foyer would doubt his intentionality, each of them worked well together and filled in each other's gaps as ‘sisters’. Yet Richter had never sought to turn them, so really who is to say what his thought process was.

 Adelaide was leaning against a side table. She was the second eldest and was taken in with her biological sister Evelyn. Her hair was dark and long, when not in the braided updo she wore daily, it fell to her mid-thighs. Her eyes were a sharp, cold blue, near ice like in colour identical to Evelyn. Her crisp white blouse tucked into waist high flared black pants, giving a baggy effect which defeated the point of the corset she wore. Something about bras being less comfortable and feeling less secure, always the traditionalist. Incredibly irritating chess opponent as well. From the frizz-less top of her head, past her manicured, black painted nails, all the way down to her red-bottom clad toes she was the image of a bond villain.

 Victoria sat, one leg crossed over the other on a chaise. Her bobbed, blonde hair a stark contrast to Adelaide, yet their expressions could not be more alike. Well put together in a maroon commuter suit, not an eyebrow out of place or revealing more emotion than vague disinterest. Hazel's eyes focused on the new entrant, waiting for instruction. Also a nightmare to play chess with, and poker. Far too competitive really. She resembled the CEO you expect to encounter in those Hallmark movies where Christmas and joy are illegal.

 Nearby Charlotte was leaning back in a wingback chair, fingers laced together resting by red stained lips and legs crossed as comfortably as a black pencil skirt and grey shirt allowed. Her collarbone length brunette hair blocking the sides of her face from view, brown eyes lost in thought. For a survivor of the Reign of Terror her maintained humanity was shocking. Unlike Adelaide and Victoria, when it came to chess you had a chance to beat her on the board if you didn’t let her talk. She wasn’t as overtly maniacal in appearance. More akin to the secretary you write off who’s really the one who holds the entire operation up.

 Elizabeth was half laying back on the other end of Victoria’s chaise. Arms crossed and legs kicked out in front of her and crossed the ankles, boot clad feet rhythmically tapping against each other. She sat scowling at the fire crackling gently, probably running through garden management to stretch resources to lay as low as possible for the foreseeable. Her black skinny jeans still held grass stains regardless of how many washes they were put through, and a wide strapped tank top displayed well tanned and toned arms with odd scratches and marks. Hates chess, last time she played she flipped the board to be permitted to return to her own devices. 

 Leading this small group was Evelyn, flared blue jeans with heeled boots, matched with a white sweater acting as almost an alternate reality Adelaide. While she had tawny hair in a ponytail sitting considerably shorter than the thigh-length locs of her sister, her blue eyes could have been copy pasted. As the charismatic elder she tied together her sisters to view a more bigger picture approach, abysmal at chess however, gets too bored with the idea of line memorization.

Taking her seat in another armchair Evelyn tossed a letter from her back pocket onto the coffee table in the centre of the group.

“Karl Heinz knows Richter had human women, he’s planned to spread them out between vampire allies of his. He thinks the head of staff is the butler and left the head of staff as responsible for where each of the staff is sent.”

At that Victoria stood scoffing in exasperation. 

“Exactly as I said. Yet you tell me we have a different approach rather than face the reality! Are we not even his heirs?”

Holding up a hand Evelyn began once again.

“No, it isn’t. He wants to send his sons and adopted ones some of us, with orders to not kill them.” Pausing, it was Elizabeth who spoke this time. 

“What are you getting at here?”

“So we pick our poison and bind our time?” Adelaide’s arms rose to cross her chest as she gleaned the meaning of her sister’s words. 

 When dealing with vampires it was the strong belief of the group that it was easier to let them think you were going along with them to a degree. While vampires often threaten to kill boring prey it is always troublemakers who die fastest, if you let them think you’re fairly docile you can generally bend the situation to favour you in some way. At least that's how every other vampire Richter allowed within his castle was, annoying until you could get them to hang themselves in front of Richter. He didn’t take lightly any attempts to get close to his so-called ‘children’. That and the fact young dukes and barons are so averse to acknowledging the fact they were raised to be repressed fools. Give them some attention, toss them some compliment and they start doing what you want while denying they are for weeks. Vampire’s being a more predator-like species aren’t as directed towards social interactions to the level of humans, their habit of looking down upon what they view as lesser often bit them in the ass. The mere existence of vampire hunters makes that point far more evident than any extensive essay on vampire culture could. 

 The majority of the true humans kept about by Richter were released upon his death as per his will, the few remaining were prisoners of no consequence and sent off. The exception being the five girls meant to be inheriting the estate, alas the fool had not changed the will as he wanted to wait to be on his deathbed to not give anyone time to try to slip in to replace them. From all of Richter’s musings they had discerned enough to know, while not ideal, the Sakamaki sons and Mukami brothers were a safer choice. That and the Tsukinami… prince? King? Safe may be a strong word but predictable reactions meant at the bare minimum you could prepare.

 “No way is Reiji a smart idea. He is going to be cut throat from all accounts.” Evelyn chalked her cue as she watched the ball she hit bounce off the table edge millimetres off target. Adelaide lined up a shot at a corner pocket as she gave an admittedly weak defence of her choice. 

 “I agree, but it seems he hyperfocuses that aggression on manners. All you have to do is stick to proper decorum. Shu is more likely to pass you off to one of the younger ones who will kill you and fast.” The ball spun once hit falling into the table with a click. The decision of where Charlotte, Victoria, and Elizabeth were going was made quickly. Elizabeth and Charlotte as the youngest, paired with the loyalty the Mukamis seemed to have towards Karl Heinz, meant it was not a hard choice to send them where they were least likely to be harmed. Victoria, being younger than the blue eyed pair had to accept their decision in sending her to Carla, a vampire suspected to be suffering from the Endzeit virus. How could someone being actively weakened by disease pass up on compliant food? The remaining issue serving as a sticking point was neither Adelaide or Evelyn felt comfortable with the other going to a Sakamaki brother.

 Adelaide maintained that while more open to violent methods,of the recovered sacrificial bride autopsies were to be believed, seemed to be the most likely to have a reasoning behind his actions. From what Richter had told them Reiji ran the daily household events and was a stickler for manners. Adelaide being the most ‘stiff’ of them all would seem ideal to Reiji as a source of blood easier to keep alive. She felt Shu, what with rarely showing up at events you would expect him to, and passing over brides to his brothers to dispose of meant he was less likely to bother preventing harm to her sister. She was arguing that Evelyn should go with Reiji.

 Evelyn meanwhile agreed with nearly all points aside from the fact that Adelaide wanted to go with Reiji. In her eyes Adie would not last a day with Reiji, nor would any of them. Evelyn was confident she could at least avoid him until able to get a proper exit strategy made for them. The theory of Adelaide being mannerly enough to have an easier time handling him was too risky. In response to that Adelaide repeated how Evelyn’s ballet history means she would be liked by Shu, who had been seen by Richter at many Royal recitals. Whereas she would be too stiff and boring, thus easier to send to the wayside.

Ultimately, a decision had to be made, Adelaide’s concern of Evie being left in the hands of a vampire so lazy to avoid eating losing to the age card. That did not, however, ease any of the oldest’s concerns when her sisters were split between three cars, their phones taken, or meeting said creepy vampires . She especially did not like how Laito and Ayato had looked at them, or how Reiji reacted to the announcement he was to be paired with Adelaide. The only comfort being that Shu lived up to expectation exactly; he would be easy to work around to afford her time to form an escape plan.

 As the five brothers dispersed after introductions, only she and Shu were left. Evelyn let her eyes trace around the room as she slowly turned in a circle before finally returning to land on the blonde lazing under a window. Evelyn could appreciate that he wasn’t too hard on the eyes, and seemed to be closer to her age than most other vampires she had been forced to interact with. 

 While busy musing over where in the shit to good scale her situation lay, he opened his eyes and began to speak.

“I’m not going to bother draining you so don’t look at me so expectantly.”

“Excuse me?”

“And I’m not going to sleep with you either, you’re staring like you expect me to do something. You’re not worth the effort.”

 Sealing his position as manageable asshole, Evelyn resigned to stand and look rather cross as a signifier of her less than stellar mood. Her fingers drummed to the tempo of some dance long forgotten, a waltz maybe? It was hard to say what it was just a melody passing through her brain from a long lost memory. 

The vampire spoke again.

“Women like you are all so boring. You offer your body to try get close to the head of the household. You’ve chosen the wrong person to do that, I have no interest in such things.”

“I honestly have no idea what you're on about. I didn’t choose to be here and I’ve just met you.”

“God what a pain.”

And then he was gone.

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Character Profile: Wren LaRue

TW: mentions of homicide, gun violence, death, verbal abuse, criminal violence, marijuana use, recreational drug use

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GENERAL INFORMATION

Universe: To Live and Die in L.A.

Full Name: Wren Regine LaRue

Nicknames: Wrennie, Song Bird, Birdie

Age: 25

Date of Birth: 10/30/1960

Zodiac Sign: Scorpio

Gender: cis female

Pronouns: she/her

Sexuality: queer; is in the early stages of discovering this and is still learning a lot about herself.

Religion: raised in a Jewish (mother's side) and Christian (father's side) house hold; practiced and upheld both faiths growing up. Practices Buddhism as an adult.

Race/Ethnicity: white; French, German, and Hungarian ancestry

Country of Origin: United States of America

Hometown: Los Angeles, California

Current Place of Residence: Los Angeles, California

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

Skin: has fair skin. Tans lightly, mostly burns.

Height: 5'1

Weight: 120

Eye Color: emerald green, bright and catlike

Hair Color: chocolate brown

Hair Texture: thick with an oily texture

Hair Length: shoulder length

Body Type: isn't muscular or athletic, has a soft tummy and arms. Has toned legs and hips from pole dancing.

Body Shape: hourglass

Other Notable Features: is a 36C. Bra size isn't important but she's noticeably busty which is often the first thing men notice about her. This face makes her uncomfortable. Has a port wine stain birth mark on the top of her right foot

Clothing Style: classy yet risque. short skirts, mini dresses, silk dresses, dresses with side slits, sleeveless turtlenecks, black, plum, maroon, knee high boots, patent black pumps, ankle boots, thong sandals, velvet, leather, suede, crystal and silver jewelry, high-waisted shorts, dark denim, faded t-shirts, striped bikinis, lots of sequins and jewel tones when dancing. Wears a brassy locket her father got her when she was a child when she's not working or swindling. It was one of the last memories she has of him.

PERSONALITY

Positive Traits: passionate, witty, resourceful, confident, clever, tenacious, self-reliant, ambitious, focused

Negative Traits: dishonest, untrustworthy, selfish, unapproachable, immature, superficial, irrational

Hobbies: conning, sketching, dancing, writing poetry

HEALTH

Physical Health: is physically healthy with relatively no ailments other than the occasional cold.

Allergies: shellfish. Which is unfortunate as she loves seafood.

Mental Health: suffers PTSD from loosing her father when she was in adolescence as well as depression.

Phobias: hoplophobia (fear of firearms) Formed from her father being shot at his bank accounting job by a disgruntled client. Considering the line of work she's in as well as her personal life, she is often on edge. agoraphobia - severity varies

PROFESSIONAL LIFE

Education: graduated high school.

Professions: exotic dancer, grifter/swindler/con artist

ROMANTIC RELATIONSHIPS

Current Significant Others: Rick Masters, Bianca Torres

Past Significant Others: Billy Del Vecchio - young man she met at a bar when a mark of hers didn't show up. Wren was 21 at the time and stayed with Billy for 3 years. He eventually took her virginity before leaving her for a more established woman.

FAMILIAL RELATIONSHIPS

Mother: Vivienne Marie Hoffman

Father: Albert Andrew LaRue (deceased)

Siblings: Breton 'Brett' Henry LaRue, Thomas Dorian LaRue

Children: N/A

Other Notable Family Members: Great Aunt Vida. Vida was the most open minded family, which given her age was shocking. She practiced new age religion (using both pagan and wicca traditions), collected crystals, read tarot cards, and grew and kept a few small weed plants. She had a positive influence on Wren, who lived within walking distant. Died at 85 years old when Wren was 16; this was several years after Albert and Brett died.

PLATONIC RELATIONSHIPS

Friends: Shelly Valentino, Ruth Lanier

Enemies: Richard 'Dick' Chance

Pets: Bitsy the calico cat

BIOGRAPHY

Childhood:

Wren was born the youngest of three into a relatively happy family. She was closest with her father and was quickly spoiled by Albert and had decent relationships with her brothers, Brett and Tom. Early on, Wren discovered that she could manipulate people emotionally to get what she wanted.

Vivienne thought forced her daughter to perform in dance classes though the child found solace in ballet and tap dancing, in spite of her mother.

Adolescence:

Her childhood was rather lonely since she had difficulty keeping friends and cared little about going to school, though kept her grades up in hopes of going to school to pursue choreography for Broadway productions.

However, her father and brother were shot point blank during a hold up at the bank Albert worked at. Both were natural mediator's and attempted to talk down the shooter.

Tom went to college in Massachusetts and left Wren with their verbally abusive mother. During this time, she squirrelled away the inheritance to escape Vivienne as soon as she was of legal age.

Adulthood:

At 18, she got a job as a waitress at a themed diner where she met her closest friend and future roommate, Shelly. They got an apartment together and Wren burned through her inheritance for rent money while combating severe agoraphobia.

At 21, Wren got a job as a stripper at a truck stop off of Ventura. While ends were being met, the creeps that came in there inspired her to start swindling sleazy business men. She blackmailed unsuspecting marks of up to $1000 dollars and once was held at knife point because of it.

The first person she was intrigued by was Rick Masters, whom she met at one of Shelly's art shows. They began a sexual relationship as well as a polyamorous relationship with Rick's girlfriend, Bianca.

Wren became the target of FBI agent, Richard Chance, who had a personal vendetta against the counterfeiter. Remained faithful to Rick until his untimely death.

Late in Life:

Wren and Bianca split up amicably while the former moved to Boston to be reunited with her brother, Tom. She gave up crime and pursued smalltime choreography in local theater and lived in the city until she died.

Wren never married nor had children.

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Autumnal Outfit Starters 🌄🌕🌻🍂🍁🍄🪺

Colors?

Ochre

Scarlet

Tan

Olive green

Soft shades of orange

Maroon

Navy blue

Deep forest green

Beige

Sage green

Brown

Cranberry red

Black

Clothes?

Turtleneck sweaters (my current obsession)

Cowl neck sweaters

Button up sweaters

Pullover sweaters

Cropped sweaters

Dress shirts

Frilly blouses

Poet’s blouses

Flannels

Capris

Baggy trousers

Pleated skirts (mini, knee length, midi, or maxi)

Flowy maxi skirts

Minidresses with spaghetti straps or thick straps

Jeans

Boxy overalls

Nylons (tights, leggings, or stockings)

Thick wool socks

Patterned socks

Shoes?

Docs (or any other chunky-soled boot)

Lace up boots (ankle height or knee-high)

Mary janes

Oxfords

Sneakers (I personally really like hi-top Converse)

Penny loafers

Ballet flats

Accessories?

Berets

Beanies

Velvet chokers

Trinket necklaces and bracelets

Fun rings

Stylish belts

Headbands

Large mufflers

Shimmery post earrings and statement earrings

Glasses (round ones are a must)

A pair of stylish gloves

Happy styling!

GIF source: Giphy

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[Image Description: a digital drawing of Garnet done in muted tones. She is wearing three different outfits in the same position: turning her head to the side with one hand on her hip.

1.) Garnet is wearing a grey blazer with golden necklaces and maroon pants, secured with a black belt.

2.) Garnet is wearing a black crop-top with golden trim and off-the-shoulder straps with black pants that only cover her right leg.

3.) Garnet is wearing a sleeveless, grey dress with a knee-length hem on her left side and down to her ankle on the right side. The dress is decorated with black, studded shoulderpads and golden chains draped around her waist.

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playing dress up on Garnets! :D

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Printed Kurtis for Different Seasons: What to Wear When?

Printed kurtis are loved for their comfort, versatility, and style. They come in various prints, fabrics, and designs that make them perfect for every season. Knowing what to wear for each season can help you stay comfortable and stylish all year round. Let’s explore how to choose the best-printed kurtis for different seasons and what to look for to make every outfit shine.

1. Spring: Embrace Fresh Florals and Light Fabrics

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Go for Floral Prints: Floral printed kurti give a cheerful vibe. Small, delicate flowers or big, bold blooms – both look great during this season.

Cotton and Chiffon Fabrics: Lightweight fabrics like cotton and chiffon are ideal for spring. They allow your skin to breathe and keep you cool on warmer days.

Pairing Tips: Pair your floral printed kurti with white leggings or palazzos for a bright and simple look. Add light jewelry like small earrings or bangles to complete the spring look.

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Summers can be intense, especially in places with high temperatures. Printed kurtis in breathable fabrics help you stay cool and look fabulous even in the heat.

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Sleeveless or Short Sleeves: Sleeveless or short-sleeve printed kurtis are a great choice for summer. They provide more airflow and help you stay cool.

Pairing Tips: Style your printed kurti with cotton leggings or light palazzos. Add a pair of sunglasses and a light scarf for sun protection, and you’re ready for a sunny day out.

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During the rainy season, it’s essential to pick printed kurtis that are stylish but also practical for wet conditions. Quick-dry fabrics and shorter lengths work best for this season.

Choose Quick-Dry Fabrics: Synthetic fabrics like rayon and blended cotton work well in monsoon as they dry quickly.

Stick to Dark Colors: Dark colors like navy blue, maroon, and dark green help hide any mud splashes you may encounter on rainy days.

Fun Patterns for Rainy Days: Raindrop prints, polka dots, or leafy patterns add a touch of fun to your outfit and suit the monsoon mood.

Short-Length Kurtis: Knee-length printed kurtis are more practical in the rain. They don’t touch the ground, which helps keep them clean and dry.

Pairing Tips: Pair your monsoon-friendly kurti with leggings or ankle-length pants. Avoid palazzos or wide-leg pants that could get wet or muddy.

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Choose Thicker Fabrics: You may start feeling a chill in the air during autumn, so choose slightly thicker fabrics like cotton blends or soft polyester.

Three-Quarter Sleeves Work Well: Three-quarter sleeves provide enough coverage without making you feel too warm.

Pairing Tips: Style your printed autumn kurti with slim-fit pants or leggings. Adding a scarf in a coordinating color can also enhance your autumn outfit.

5. Winter: Layered Prints and Cozy Fabrics

Winter calls for warm layers and cozy fabrics, but that doesn’t mean you have to sacrifice style. Printed kurtis can still be a big part of your winter wardrobe with the right layering.

Choose Warm Fabrics: Wool blends, thicker cotton, and silk kurtis provide warmth while looking stylish in winter.

Dark and Rich Colors: Deep shades like maroon, navy, dark purple, and black suit the winter season well. They give a sophisticated look while keeping you warm.

Go for Full Sleeves and Long Kurtis: Full sleeves or long-sleeve kurtis keep you cozy. Long kurtis also add a graceful touch to your winter look.

Layering Ideas: Layer your printed kurti with a warm, solid-colored shawl or jacket. You can also wear a thermal shirt underneath for extra warmth.

Pairing Tips: Pair your winter kurti with warm leggings or jeans. Boots or closed-toe shoes complete the cozy winter look.

Tips for Choosing Printed Kurtis for All Seasons

Check Fabric Quality: High-quality fabric is comfortable and looks good in every season. It also lasts longer and maintains its print and color better.

Pick the Right Print Size: Large prints may look overwhelming in certain seasons, while small prints suit all seasons and body types. Consider what feels comfortable and suits your style.

Mix and Match Accessories: Accessories can enhance your look. For example, light jewelry in summer or chunky scarves in winter can bring out the best in your printed kurti.

Focus on Fit: Finding the right fit is essential for comfort. Loose fits are great for summer and monsoon, while slightly fitted kurtis work well in autumn and winter.

Final Thoughts

Printed kurtis are a must-have for every season. With a variety of colors, patterns, and styles, you can find the perfect one for any weather. Whether it's a cool floral kurti in spring, a breathable cotton kurti for summer, or a warm, layered look in winter, printed kurtis make you feel both comfortable and fashionable. The key is to pick the right fabric, color, and style that match the season and keep you looking great. So, next time you shop for a kurti, think about the season and these helpful tips. With the right choices, your wardrobe will always have the perfect printed kurti, no matter the weather!

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