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Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Reader 

Warnings: Mentions of illegal activity and trafficking and generally creepy behavior, arguing, boss/employee relationship, implied age gap, smut, sex, slight BDSM vibes, dom!Hotch x sub!Reader, spanking, degradation, praise, slight choking, oral sex, penetrative sex. 

Summary: You’ve been working at the BAU for nearly two years ever since you crossed Aaron Hotchner’s path while working undercover. When you’re asked to go undercover again to solve a case, you take a huge risk and disobey Hotch. Unfortunately for you, he thinks you need to be punished. 

Word Count: 4.9k

A/N: I may not have time for kinktober but I do have time for a lil halloween themed aaron fanfic

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You met Aaron Hotchner in the middle of a particularly cold November. A ridiculous coincidence, really. You’d heard of him, even sent in a recent application to work for his team, though had some doubts you’d ever hear back. The BAU was a tough, tight-knit group. And even though you were working a case, you wondered if this might make the entirely wrong impression.

You worked for the FBI, in the Human Trafficking division. You’d been undercover for a little over two months, posing as a young grad student with a shady second job at a club. You weren’t a stripper, but you were dressed in a black latex bunny girl suit, complete with faux sleeve cuffs, a ribbon tied in a bow at your hip, a collar, a set of ears, and a fluffy white tail. Your job description, according to your boss, was a waitress. And you weren’t the only undercover agent at the club.

It had been a strange hotbed of criminal activity. Clearly enough so that the FBI had to show up for one reason or another. The outfit was too tight to conceal a proper weapon, all you had on you was a wire and a knife. You had to rely a lot on the others staking out the club, and you noticed one of them had just gotten distracted despite one of your targets acting quite shifty in the corner. This particular target you despised the most. You could tell something was very off about him, and as you were fed details of the case and studied the frequent customers at the bar, you were quite sure it was him. The guy wasn’t a seller, but you were quite sure he was buying. The girls he bought never showed up again.

That was when you noticed Aaron Hotchner enter the club with two other members of the BAU. Your eyes flickered between them and your target. They weren’t looking at him. They made the same mistake you initially made, focusing on the wrong guy. You’d spent enough time working the case to know, but your superior had never mentioned the BAU involving themselves in this particular case. 

Taking a deep breath and plastering on your customer service smile, you walked over to Agent Hotchner holding the tray of champagne glasses.

“First time here?” You asked, tilting your head to the side as you offered them drinks.

One of the other agents, a very muscular-looking black man, answered for the three of them. “Yeah, mind if we ask you a few questions?”

You smiled. “Of course. How may I assist you?” You batted your lashes, unwilling to give up your ruse even in the presence of other federal agents. You’d worked too hard for this.

“Are there any men that frequent this club, ones that you and the other workers know to stay away from?” 

“Most of the repeat customers are, surprisingly, not too bad. But there’s a few lingering around that the workers know to be careful of.” You watched your target from the corner of your eye, making sure not to look too long to tip anyone off. You watched him eye a girl who’s friend had just left to go to the bathroom. “I can point out a few, but I think you can usually tell just by looking at them,” you shrugged, putting a hand on your barely concealed hip. You carefully caught the eye of the man you were speaking to and pointedly glanced to the corner where the most suspicious regulars tended to gather. 

“That’s all, ma’am. Thank you for your time.”

You smiled at the three of them, watching closely as they moved toward the wrong man. Just your luck, your target stood up at the same time as the other guy did, and they both went in opposite directions.

Attempting to casually wade through the busy crowd, you couldn’t seem to catch the eye of your undercover partner, but you saw the target talk to the girl sitting alone before luring her towards the back. Quickly, you managed to pass the tray to another worker before looking back, catching agent Hotchner staring at you. You wished there was a way to signal that you could use his help, but you didn’t know him. Instead, you mouthed the words “wrong guy” to him across the crowded floor, music blaring in your ears as you quickly turned and tried to quietly follow the man through the back of the club. 

That night, you had managed to not only get a recording of the man talking to your “boss” about their second business, but also witnessed him inject the girl in the backroom with a tranquilizer. After finally retrieving your handcuffs and pistol from your partner, you both managed to tackle and arrest the two men, and requested backup to gather evidence at the club and pick up the handcuffed men.

It must have been a ridiculous sight, you in a bunny girl costume with your gun now holstered to your hip once more, holding the handcuffed arms of a criminal behind his back in a cold dark alley. When you finally got them loaded into the cars, you turned to see Aaron Hotchner watching you. 

“Hello again,” you greeted a bit nervously, no longer playing a character and now just an FBI agent standing in hardly any clothes in front of a higher-ranking agent. “I’m Agent y/l/n, FBI, Human Trafficking division,” you held your hand out. 

He shook it. “Agent Aaron Hotchner. Unit Chief of the BAU. You tried to warn me back there,” he commented, taking off his own jacket and coming closer to offer it to you. You gave him an unsure look, and he returned it with an insistent one. 

“Thank you, sir. And yes, but it’s hard to do much of that in a busy nightclub,” you shrugged, putting the jacket over yourself and finally getting both relief from the cold and from the embarrassment of showing so much leg and cleavage in front of the man you really wanted to work under. For! Work for. Although, he was quite tall. And quite handsome.

“Still. You did a good job. It seemed like you caught something we didn’t. How could you tell we were looking into the wrong guy?”

“I’ve been working on this case for over two months. At first, I had the same assumption. But something from the profile was missing. I watched them both, and eventually came to the conclusion that I got it wrong the first time.”

“What I’m really asking is how you knew who we were going in there for.”

“Oh, I just watched you. I knew when you came in. He was the first guy your gaze really stuck on.” 

His expression showed the slightest hint of amusement. “Are you interested in a job?”

You smiled. “Very much so.”

“Send me your resume.”

“It’s already submitted for the open position, sir.”

He nodded, giving you a strange look.

“I expect I’ll see you again soon, then,” and he started to walk away.

“Wait, your jacket!”

“You can return it later. At your interview.”

That night was almost two years ago. The two of you had been a nearly inseparable pair ever since. You knew how to read him across a room, and he knew how to read you. You figured that was why he always had you with him. 

Just two months in, he told you he might be leaving the BAU after getting suspended for two weeks. His wife didn’t want him to work anymore. Said that his job isn’t who he is, just what he does.

You seemed to shock him by looking at him like you always did when the two of you spoke. As if the entire thing was obvious.

“I don’t think she can possibly understand how much we care about what we do. How what we do is who we are, and we know not everyone can do it. You’re one of the best, Hotch. You can be a good father and a good agent. Unfortunately, whether you can be a good husband and a good agent? That is an opinion left up to your wife. Her definition is what really matters, not yours.” 

You’d stood up from the chair across from his desk then, trying to hide the distress at the possibility of rarely seeing and never working with him again.

“I.. The team” you quickly corrected yourself, “doesn’t want you to leave. But I think what matters the most is what you want, Hotch. You only get one life. This is your career. This is the path you chose.” You took a deep breath. “Don’t let her choose for you, but you can choose her. We would all understand.”

He stayed. And your relationship had slowly taken a much more tense and strange turn. You were in-sync. Knew each other too well. Your heart skipped a beat when he looked at you. You both noticed the lingering looks, but never said a thing about it. You did everything you always do, together. Especially since his divorce. You shared rooms, meals, notes, just about everything. Your leg was always slightly pressed against his when sitting next to him. His arm was often placed behind you when the two of you were walking somewhere in an unknown environment. Close. You were close.

Yet your relationship had never crossed the line. The meals were usually take out, the rooms had two beds, the time spent together was all under the guise of “work.” Just work. 

And nearly two years since that first fateful night that you met Aaron Hotchner, you were back in the stupid bunny suit.

It was all Derek’s fault, you were convinced. It was his idea, and Emily, Penelope, and Derek all thought it would be funny to put you back in the costume that started it all.

You had to go undercover at a club during a Halloween party. This unsub was a freak, and everyone dressed in costumes certainly didn’t ease your nerves about the whole thing.

Crossing your arms with a huff as you exited the bathroom at the local precinct, you glared at Derek who had picked out the costume. Spencer turned around from whatever he was working on and nearly spit out his water and started coughing.

“Is this necessary? I can’t even carry a gun on me…”

“You wore it undercover before. Come on, Bunny!” You frowned at the use of your nickname. The one you got from the night you first met Derek, Hotch, and Rossi.  “I thought you’d be comfortable in a familiar outfit,” he teased. “Besides, we need you to fit the victimology. Young attractive girls having fun at parties.” While this would certainly be considered harassment in any other unit with any other team, you adored Derek. You couldn’t help but smirk a little bit at his comment.

“You’re such a jerk,” you said unseriously. “Besides, I was pretending to be a worker back then. I couldn’t say no to my boss. You, however, aren’t my boss.”

It was then that Emily and Hotch came into the room, and Emily’s jaw dropped.

“Why do you look so hot!” she exclaimed, dramatically setting the files down on the table in front of her.

“This is the outfit Derek picked for me,” you sighed. “Look familiar?” You did a dramatic turn in front of them, trying to keep your eyes off of Hotch in embarrassment.

“I could never forget,” Hotch shook his head, clearly amused, but he looked tense. You narrowed your eyes at him a bit. 

“I’ll wear it for old times sake, and because I know you guys will actually cover me.”

Derek, Hotch, and Emily went with you to the club. You were in Chicago, and Derek warned you that the parties could get a bit wild. Sitting in the back of the SUV, you couldn’t help but ask. “So, where’s your costumes?”

“Men in Black,” Hotch replied as though it were obvious.

Derek turned to look at you in the back, and pulled a cat ears headband out of nowhere, putting it on his head.

“We match.”

You all entered the club separately, and it wasn’t long until you were trying to fend people off left and right. It was getting difficult, as well. You hadn’t been in a relationship in a long time, and the lack of attention was getting to you. Well, at the very least, this evening showed you that you could still pull off the bunny suit. 

You were being hit on by a very attractive older man, and nearly giving in to his flirting, until something caught your eye. Someone that matched the description of the unsub. You snapped back into reality. Watching the man closely as he moved through the crowd. You apologized to the older man before moving to follow, also trying to find where Hotch and Derek might be, but you couldn’t see them. Despite your heart pounding in your chest, you managed to strike up a conversation with the unsub at the bar. You played the innocent young girl as much as possible, while trying to not seem too conveniently naive. Your goal was now to try and get him out of the club, away from other people. He was more than likely carrying a gun on him, and you knew whatever you were doing was dangerous.

Yet as he asked you if you wanted to go somewhere quieter, feigning that he couldn’t hear what you were saying, you agreed, hoping to appeal to his ego and not raise any alarm. You turned back to the busy club, eyes desperately searching for someone familiar, and you found him. He was up on the second floor, looking right at you. This time, he recognized the look you were giving him, his grip on the railing tightened and he shook his head, discouraging whatever the hell you thought you were about to do. And you didn’t listen. 

“You knew better than to go off and do that,” he scolded harshly, his anger seeping off of him and you felt yourself flinch. It was later that night. After the unsub attacked you in an alley not far from the club, you had managed to take him down without any assistance before Hotch and Derek made it to where you were. This was made much easier by the alcohol you had encouraged him to drink while speaking with him at the bar…

“And what the hell did you think you were doing, flirting ON THE JOB?” his voice rose and filled the hotel room the two of you shared.

“With the unsub?” You asked incredulously. “You asked me to go undercover! I got the guy! We had evidence, he’s in custody! Why are we arguing over this? It doesn’t even matter.”

This had been going on for five minutes already, starting since he shut the door to your shared hotel room. You hadn’t even changed out of the stupid costume as you sat perched on the corner of your bed with your arms crossed. The only part you had taken off were the stupid ears, now left on the nightstand.

“Not with the unsub, you were talking to someone else before. I saw you. What were you thinking?!” 

“I don’t know, maybe that I haven’t been on so much as a date since I started working for the BAU? I got the job done, I don’t know why you’re so mad because I talked to someone who was interested in me for less than a minute!”

“You can’t take going undercover as an opportunity to inflate your ego because you’re lonely.”

You stood up then, in complete shock at the words coming out of his mouth. You didn’t even look him in the eye.

“That was low,” you murmured, suddenly moving around the room to throw your belongings back into your bag.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

“Leaving.”

“Y/n, wait. Listen to me-”

“No!” you stopped him as he tried to approach you. “Just because you think you know me doesn’t mean you get to throw it in my face. That’s fucking low. I have given up so much for this job, so much for you.”

“I never asked you to give up anything for me.” You zipped your bag and looked up at him. “And I don’t think I know you. I do know you. And if you want me to stop, tell me and I will, but I don’t think you’ll need to.”

“What do you think you’re-“ the end of your sentence broke off in a small yelp as he approached you and quickly had you bent over his lap as he sat on the edge of your bed, delivering a harsh slap to your ass. 

You let out a moan at the sensation, unable to bite it back because of how much he had surprised you.

“Are you familiar with the color system?”

You were reeling from shock, but nodded your head. 

“Words, y/n. I need you to understand how to use it if you want to.”

“Red means stop, yellow means slow down, green is all good.”

“Yes. Color?”

“Green,” you responded readily.

 He kept talking, and kept spanking your ass harshly as he did so.

“Do you have any idea,” slap “how many times I’ve thought about doing this to you?” slap “Even the first god damn time I saw you in this ridiculous outfit,” slap “looking like such a little whore,” slap “I wanted to bend you over my lap just like this. You certainly misbehave enough to deserve it.” 

Your legs were squeezing together as you let out broken moans at the sensation of his large hand spanking you over and over, you could feel yourself getting wetter by the second when he suddenly grabbed your face and made you look at him, craning your neck from where you were placed on his lap.

“Is this what you wanted?” You nodded, looking into his eyes. “Say it.”

“Yes, sir,” you managed. 

“Good girl,” he praised. “Get on your knees.”

He released you and you slid off of him and onto the floor, kneeling in front of where he sat on the edge of the bed. 

You bit your lip as you tried not to squirm on the floor, waiting for him to unbuckle his belt. He paused before doing so to look at you. Another look asking if you were really okay with this. You smiled at him, nodding, and he swiftly took his length out, causing you to nearly whimper at the size and the look of it. He was rock hard, and the tip was oozing precum. 

Slowly, you leaned in and licked his cock tentatively, before he grabbed your hair and pushed you down on his length eliciting a muffled moan from you as you fought not to choke. He started thrusting into your mouth slowly, and at the sound of his groans you nearly lost it. His voice was already like a drug for you, hearing it in such an erotic state was driving you crazy. So much so that you tried to sneak your hand down and rub against your throbbing clit, desperate for any kind of friction. You only got away with it for a few moments before he noticed, taking his free hand and pulling your arm away.

“What kind of girl gets so drenched just from sucking off her boss’s dick? Hm?” 

He pulled you off of his cock just for a moment, and instead of answering, you just whimpered, pressing your thighs together, and he brought you back down to his cock. He started fucking your mouth again, and you kept moving your hips, grinding into nothing as you desperately sought relief. 

“Are you really that desperate?” He pulled you off again, and you nodded pathetically, spit dripping from your mouth and eyes glazed over. 

“Words, baby.”

“Yes,” you nodded again. “Please.”

“Are you gonna be a good girl?”

“Yes, sir.”

“On the bed.”

You scrambled off the floor to do as you were told, hurrying over to the closest bed which just so happened to be the one you had claimed during your stay, but he stopped you.

“No,” his voice was quick and firm. “I want you on my bed.”

Your mouth dropped open slightly at his words, making you slightly curious about just how deep his instinct to claim you as “his” went. Happily, you followed his request and quickly found yourself on the other side of the room. Rather than sit and face the wall, you were feeling a little bold, and got on all fours with your ass prominently on display.  

“What a well-behaved bunny,” he mused as he took off his clothes, leaving you twitching and desperate for him, with your neck craning to the side as your cheek was against the duvet. You quietly stared as he unbuttoned his shirt, and quickly got restless when he began to reveal more of his skin.

It felt like forever until he was on the bed behind you, his cock sheathed in a condom and pressing against your still-clothed ass.

“Is this what you wanted?”

“Yes.” 

“Color?”

“Green.”

“Do you want to let me use you? Or do you just want to cum?” He asked, his voice in a deep tone and his large hand reaching to caress your neck, gently grabbing your hair between his fingers and guiding your head up to look at him. It felt like an interrogation the way he questioned you, but it drastically increased the tension, and only made you want him more, and he shifted you slightly so your back was now against his chest, firmly in his hold.

“Mm, both.”

He chuckled from behind you. One of his hands was now gripping your breast which was barely hidden. The bodice of the costume relied on flimsy see-through straps to stay up, and he was quick to tear them off, making no more than a quick snapping sound before they were thrown somewhere on the floor. You felt him begin to press kisses to the side of your neck as he pulled the top of the fabric down, revealing your breasts and hungrily kneading them with one hand. With the other, his hand was traveling down your hip and across the front of your thighs before he hooked the fabric that covered your soaked entrance with his finger and moved it to the side. You gasped at the feeling of his hand moving directly against your clit, still impatient to cum even though it was well worth the wait.

 “Damn, you’re perfect.” The praise has you reeling as you rocked against him slightly. He lowered you back to where you had been, on all fours, and you could feel himself lining his cock up with your entrance behind you. “Ready, bunny?”

You nodded, and he easily entered you in a single thrust, no doubt thanks to how absurdly wet you had become. Despite the ease of entrance, the stretch felt brutal, it had you gasping and clutching the bedding under you.

He felt so big, and you hadn’t been fucked in a while. 

“Oh god,” you whimpered. “Sir, you’re so big.”

He let out a groan that had you clenching around his length, and pushing your hips back against him. His thick fingers found your hips and gripped them tightly as he pulled out almost to the tip and slammed back into you. You hadn’t realized how gentle he had started out until he began to pound into you at full force, each thrust making your legs tremble as his length hit the deepest spots inside of you. 

Given that you had already been so worked up from sucking him off, and were still riding the end of an adrenaline high from your work in the field earlier that night, your orgasm was rapidly approaching, only encouraged by the way Aaron had gently caressed any part of your body he could reach with one hand while the other still had a white hot grip on your hips. 

“Didn’t anyone ever tell you not to mess with the big bad wolves, bunny?” He murmured in your ear, aware of just how close you were and he knew exactly how to push you over the edge. Your eyes rolled back when his large hand found its way to your neck, squeezing gently but enough for you to feel it. Your legs shook uncontrollably as that coil inside you snapped and you let out a broken cry at the intensity of the orgasm washing over you. His movements only faltered slightly, otherwise unaffected by the way your walls had suffocated his cock.

You didn’t have the time or awareness to register just how quickly his movements were, as he pulled out of you, unzipped the back of your costume, quickly tore it entirely off your body, and flipped you over to face him. Your face flushed as you tried to catch your breath.

“Ooh, look at you,” he groaned. “Perfect little bunny.” Despite his mockingly sweet tone, he shoved himself back into you roughly, earning a cry from your lips as your oversensitive pussy took him in once more. The pleasure he was giving you was so intense, doubled by your years-long crush for the man who was giving it to you. You were so sensitive it felt almost cruel, but you didn’t want him to stop. His hand explored your body, gripping your bare hips and squeezing your breasts, putting his hands everywhere he’d never been able to before.

“Please,” you breathed out after a particularly sharp thrust, reaching for one of his hands but struggling to get your bearings enough to get a hold of it.

“Please what, bunny?”

The only response you could give was a drawn-out moan, but at your struggle, he placed a hand in your searching one, and you immediately brought it right to your throat.

“You want me to squeeze or just hold?”

“Hold,” you murmured, blushing that he stopped to check, the moment becoming more tender than either of you had intended. He kept a firm hold around your neck without choking you, just keeping you in place. Showing his power over you.

“You’re such a dirty bunny,” he murmured, resuming his sharp thrusts as you bit your lip to muffle the whines coming from your throat. You could feel how intensely you were pulsing around him, the sight of him over you with his hand around your neck causing your eyes to roll back as he fucked you into oblivion, slowly devolving to a blubbering and begging mess.

“Fuck, please! Please pleaseplease- sir-“ you slurred, hardly aware of anything except him as his cock brushed against every sensitive spot inside of you. While his thrusts had been deep and controlled and measured, your begging seemed to cause his pace to falter.

“Pretty Bunny,” he groaned, “cum again for me, make a mess on my dick.”

Your nails dug into his arms as you let out a cry, an odd deep feeling of relief settling over you as you came again with him buried inside of you, feeling as though all your nerves were on fire. His thrusts were starting to grow more erratic as he stared down at you, watching you as you sunk deeper into bliss, becoming less and less aware of what was around you. 

“Eyes on me, Bunny,” he panted, hand squeezing your throat gently for a moment just to get your attention. Your eyes opened, locking onto his as soon as you comprehended what he had asked, staring up at him  “Fuck, your eyes are so pretty.” Even in your blissed-out state, you hadn’t expected such a genuine compliment, staring at him in wonder as his movements slowed.

“Please, wanna feel you cum in me,” you whined, rocking your hips against him as he moved his hand from your throat to tightly grip your hip, trying to pull you further into him as he slammed into you, letting out a deep groan as he came, spilling into the condom while sheathed inside of you. You couldn’t help but moan at the feeling of him throbbing, and winced when he slowly began to pull out of you before disposing of the condom and laying next to you, pulling you into his arms. The two of you stayed like that for a long moment after you wiggled your way further into his grasp and laid your head next to his chest. 

“You’re really warm,” you sighed happily, trying to escape the chilly air of the room. He laughed, a sound you rarely heard from him. 

“I was jealous,” he murmured above you. Your mind was still hazy, body feeling heavy but tingly with pleasure.

“Huh?” You managed to question through the fog, eyes opening to look at him.

“When I saw you talking to that guy. I was jealous.”

“Is that why you got so mad?” You teased.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean what I said, I shouldn’t have yelled.”

“No, but I won’t mind getting reprimanded more often…”

“Greedy,” he smiled. 

You sighed happily. “We really came full circle, didn’t we?”

He nodded. “Took us long enough. Derek has been telling me I need to ask you out since we met at that party two years ago.”

"The bunny girl outfit never fails," you murmured, smiling at him.

"On you? Never."

[twstfanblog]

Flings put this out to the masses and goes to sleep. You guys enjoy this raw of the Manhwa AU!!!

The manor was so silent at night. A rare occurrence since her parents loved to throw parties.

She wonders if they threw any parties after she-

A little girl walked through elegantly decorated halls, grand paintings of scenery and people hung between dimly lit sconces. She wore a flowing light purple nightgown, ruffles on every edge of the fabric with a delicate teal ribbon tied to a bow at her collar. Long black hair with a stark white underside pulled into twin low braids.

Yuu Crowleyl was eight years old, again, for some reason. But she couldn't really complain. It was better than bleeding out on the hot summer stairs…it was cold now that she thought about it. Looking out the grand windows of the manor, she realized they were frosted over. Bare trees seen through the ice in the chilly late hours of the night. She should have put her slippers on; papa had made her a knitted pair that looked like his snow boots she loved…

Soon, she came to the double doors, or what she remembered, of her parents' room. Yuu reached a small hand to one of the levers and quietly shuffled her way inside. 

She doesn't remember entering her parents' room much. She scarcely remembers them even entering her room, but maybe that could change. Yuu really liked the look of her parents' iridescent curtains covering the door to their large balcony. Walking closer to the lavishly dressed bed, she stared down at the rare uncovered face of her father.

Dire Crowley, Grand Duke of the Noctorn Empire, arguably one of the most powerful men in the land. And if you asked her papa, without a doubt, one of the most frustrating. He snored, mouth hanging open with his star and moon printed pajamas messy from his tossing and turning; a loveable embarrassment…

A gasp calls her eyes to look at the other side of the bed at her papa. Divus Crowley nee Crewel, Grand Duchess of the Noctorn Empire. He had his hair wrapped up in a fine patterned scarf and a hand clutching his silk robe closed, his eyes wide as he stared at her before huffing.

Divus leaned into his hand, taking care to not smudge the cream spread under his eyes as his lips turned into a scowl, “What are you doing up, puppy? I know it's far past your bedtime…” To any other child Divus looked as though he were annoyed to be dealing with his child, and he was. But years of knowing, loving, and being loved by her papa made her aware he was more so annoyed that his method of putting her to bed seemingly needed to be worked on again, not that she was bothering them.

“...” Yuu looked at her papa, blinking before taking in a shaky breath and whispering out her question, “Can I sleep with you?”

“...Oh, puppy…” Divus groans, an elegantly sharp nail tapping against his creased brow. His darling daughter was eight now. Close to the double digits and being expected to start behaving in a mature manner, yet still so painfully young. He had somehow managed to train his clingy toddler to sleep in her own bed years ago, a feat that was hard enough as is. But how was he to deny his puppy his comforting embrace when she was still so cute!?

Clasping his hands over his mouth, he breathed in. Raising an eyebrow at his strangely still daughter he asked, “Why do you want to sleep in our bed, puppy? You've never asked for such a thing before…”

Yuu blinks, taking in another quivering breath. It all seemed to be hitting her at once. The years of trying to befriend the men she grew to love, the years of neglect and disappointment. The fall, the crack, the pain, the blood.

“...I died…”

“...” Divus sat up straighter in his bed, eyes gaining a new worried flicker as he stared at his daughter, “What?”

“I-I…I…” she hiccuped, the tears finally welling in her eyes as her hands clenched onto her nightgown. Words lost as all she could do was take in shuddering gasps and let out pitiful chokes.

Divus slapped Dire's chest, each hit coming quicker and harder the more distressed Yuu's cries became, “Dire. Dire! Wake UP you crow BASTARD!”

Dire blinked his eyes open, bewildered why he was being forcibly woken in the middle of the night. His remark quickly lost on his tongue as he noticed his crying child right beside him, “Oh, my darling! What's made you cry like this?”

“Stop asking stupid questions and pull her into bed!” Divus slapped Dire’s shoulder, nearly punching the other man in an effort to bully him into doing as he said.

“Ow! I am!”

Yuu started to fully sob as Dire gently pulled her into the bed, placing her between the two fretting adults. She could feel their arms wrap around her, trying to soothe her tears with soft words and gentle pets. Her father had rung his service bell like a mad man, no doubt sending the servants into a panic and scrambling to heed his call. Soon a flustered servant ran into the room, Dire ordering them  to bring a midnight snack selection, anything to ease his child's crying. Yuu didn't get the chance to eat any of the snacks, having slipped into a pitiful slumber locked in her papa's arms.

She had somehow traveled back in time over a decade, long before her death and betrayals. And as she laid curled between her loving parents, she made the decision that her old life wasn't worth repeating a second time. She knew her heart couldn't take it again…

[caramelt4me]

Secret. - Prologue

(Yandere Idol X Kidnapped Reader)

‧̍̊·̊‧̥°̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥‧̥·̊‧̍̊ ♡ °̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥ ·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙·̩̩̥͙*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ °̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥ ♡ ‧̍̊·̊‧̥°̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥‧̥·̊‧̍̊

Prologue Part I Part II Part III Part IV Part V

𝕋he crowd roared, voices blending into a deafening wave of cheers as the members of Twilight Dreamers, the hottest K-pop boy group of their generation, stepped onto the stage for their closing act. The stadium was electric with anticipation, and when the opening notes of their iconic song, "Endless Echo," filled the air, the energy reached a fever pitch. The song was more than just a track; it was an ode to their devoted fans, Moonbeams, an anthem of eternal connection that tied the fans and idols together in an unbreakable bond.

Asher, the main vocalist, took center stage, his sapphire-blue eyes sweeping over the adoring crowd, each face lit with joy and tears. His voice rang out, pure and emotive, pouring out the heartache and passion of the lyrics, which spoke of unending love and loyalty. Every note resonated with raw emotion, drawing tears from fans who clung to each word, each line of "Endless Echo" reverberating through the stadium like a heartbeat. Damian and Theo stood by his side, hands stretched out to the crowd, their harmonies blending perfectly with Asher's voice. They swayed, matching the rhythm, while fans waved back, each hand reaching for the connection they felt with their idols. In the back, Clade and Nex held their ground, hyping up the crowd with smooth, effortless dance moves and infectious smiles, their playful interactions adding a layer of excitement to the heartfelt moment.

However, unlike their other performances, each time this song would play – it would be Asher who captivated them all: His eyes closed as he sang the final high note with a soulfulness that held the power to break million hearts in a blink.

When his voice faded, he opened his eyes, and the stadium erupted. He looked at his bandmates with a warm, grateful smile, and together they side-hugged, bowing to their fans. The roar of the crowd echoed like a euphoric pulse that had yet to settle. As they exchanged looks with wide grins, their hearts raced, riding on the thrill of their last performance for the year.

All the members would be focusing on their respective solo projects and taking much needed rest until their comeback scheduled after six to seven months. Thus, this performance meant a temporary farewell gift to their fans – who would eagerly await their return. They shared a final wave with the fans, relishing every cheer and lightstick that illuminated the stadium like a sea of stars.

But as they left the stage and stepped behind the curtain, the lights dimmed and the magic faded.

By the time they climbed into the van, a sense of quiet had already settled over them. They slipped into their usual seats, the atmosphere inside shifting from celebratory to subdued.

The contrast was stark: only moments ago, they were flawless idols, bathed in adoration, embodying the unreachable ideal their fans cherished. Now, they were just five young men, caught in the strange in-between of fame and reality.

Theo chuckled at something on his phone, while Nex's face creased with a deep frown as he scrolled through messages. Clade peered over Nex’s shoulder, momentarily concerned before his lips curved into an amused smirk - entertained by the maknae’s frustration, while Damian lay back with his arms crossed, eyes shut, brows knit as if blocking out the exhaustion that lingered beneath the night’s high. The thrill of the stage had drained away, leaving a quiet, almost hollow void in its wake.

Everyone knew that being an idol demanded a crafted image, a painstakingly curated persona. The industry sold a dream, one that promised perfection, a fantasy that kept fans enthralled with illusions of beauty and personality, setting a standard almost impossible to live up to. And yet, some fans blurred reality with their fantasies, forming attachments that were built on half-truths and well-practiced smiles, all too easily crossing lines in their devotion. But it wasn’t just the fans who played with fire; each of the members had their own way of dealing with fame’s side effects.

Damian and Theo, frequently spotted with vape pens or packs of cigarettes during livestreams, leaned into the group’s "bad boy" reputation, a rebellious streak that only made them more beloved among their fans. Clade and Nex, on the other hand, had their fair share of dating scandals, but were skillful enough to dodge serious trouble each time. The four had also earned the title of being quite the party animals - although, that was given due to the industry they were in. Their agency of course, was more than willing to cover for them, knowing that Twilight Dreamers was a lucrative powerhouse, their pristine image essential to the label’s success. Even when the recent shocking rumors of the youngest member's ties to an underground drug lord surfaced, their devoted Moonbeams stood by the boy-group, fierce in their loyalty, ready to defend their idols at any cost.

And then there was Asher.

Though Damian was the official leader, Asher was the group’s true center of gravity. Scandal-free, disciplined, and with an almost untouchable demeanor, he had become a paragon across fandoms, adored as much for his mystery as for his charm. The "Ice Prince," as he was fondly dubbed, seemed almost otherworldly in his restraint, his reputation unblemished by any hint of controversy. Fans clung to every word he wrote, especially the lyrics of Endless Echo, the song that dripped with romance and longing, exposing a softer, almost vulnerable side that surprised everyone. His fans dreamed of a partner like him, someone both devoted and complex, whose quiet allure only made him seem more perfect—and entirely out of reach.

But that too of course, was far from the truth.

The van came to a halt, and Damian, now awake, pushed the door open without a word. Theo and Clade scrambled after him, the former calling out to their leader, “Wait up, Daim! Don’t leave us behind!”

Damian strode off with his jacket thrown back on his shoulder, not looking back.

"Let him go, Theo," Clade chuckled, eyeing the red-haired male's frustration. He slipped an arm around the youngest’s waist, leaning close with a teasing glint in his eye. "We all know the real party doesn’t start until our maknae decides it’s time. Isn’t that right, Nexie?~"

Nex flinched, momentarily caught off guard, but quickly masked it with a smirk. “Yeah, why the rush? The night’s still young,” he shot back, brushing off Clade’s arm with an annoyed look. Clade chuckled, his amber eyes catching the faint blush creeping onto Nex's cheeks.

As the maknae moved to step out, Asher’s hand shot out, gripping his arm and pulling him back. His face was calm, but his icy-blue eyes held a warning that sent a chill down Nex’s spine. “Don’t overdo it,” Asher said quietly, voice barely above a whisper. “I won’t cover for you this time.”

The pink-haired male swallowed hard, caught off guard by the eldest member’s intensity. “W-What do you mean, hyung? You said it’s ok to party once in a while. Our tour just ended so—”

“You know what I mean,” Asher cut in, his voice like steel. “You’re walking a thin line. Next time, it won’t just be a hiatus. Try jail time. No career to come back to.”

“Hey, back off,” Theo spoke up, frowning. “It’s not like you’re someone to talk—”

“Theo.” Damian’s voice sliced through the tension, as the three younger idols turned to see that their leader had retraced his steps. The raven-haired male gave Theo a look, a silent command to drop it, an unexpected lifeline from Asher’s icy scrutiny.

Asher raised an eyebrow, glancing at Damian, before his gaze stiffened upon realization.

 – they knew his secret.

His jaw clenched as he waited for the raven-haired male to make a move – his icy gaze a sliver away from insanity. Instead, Damian chose to play dumb and ran a hand through his hair, letting out a sigh. “Can we go already? My head’s killing me.”

The others gratefully took the cue. “Y-Yeah,” Theo muttered, nudging Nex and Clade, who quickly fell in line, all of them carefully avoiding Asher’s unyielding gaze as they filed out of the van.

Asher’s cold blue eyes followed their retreat toward the party, just another in the countless string they’d gone to since turning legal. His expression remained unreadable as they disappeared from view.

The low hum of the streetlights cast a dim glow around them as the van sat idling in a quiet backlot. Asher leaned against the open door, his gaze fixed somewhere distant, unaffected by the nervously fidgeting manager who had just stepped out of the driver’s seat.

“Mr. Baek,” Asher said coolly, still not turning his head. “Were you just admiring the view, or did you manage to handle the situation at the club?”

Baek’s hands fumbled as he clasped them together, his laugh a little too forced. “Y-Yes, it’s all done, just as you asked,” he replied, clearing his throat. “The laced drinks have been swapped for regular ones, and by morning, the supplier will be…handled. I’ll have Nex’s phone bugged again after he crashes. Just like last time.” He chuckled nervously. “I thought the little rascal had learned his lesson, but old habits, huh? Still, um...” He hesitated, glancing at Asher’s unreadable expression. “...won’t the boys eventually catch on? I mean, they might suspect you’re involved.”

Asher let out a low laugh, the kind that didn’t reach his eyes. “Why? Do you plan to snitch on me to our Dear Leader-nim just like the way you did about the Cabin.”

Baek’s face drained of color, his breath catching as he grasped Asher’s arm in panic. “N-No! I’d never! Did…Did Damian say something? That—” His words faltered as Asher’s gaze turned ice-cold, and he pulled his hand back as if burned. “Please, Asher, believe me! I didn’t tell him anything. That day, he must’ve overheard us on his own—I swear, I didn’t—”

“Relax, Mr. Baek,” Asher said smoothly, clamping a firm hand on the manager’s shoulder. "I was just kidding."

He smiled, although that didn’t reach his cold eyes. “You have been dedicated to our group since its inception for several years now. Moreover, I’ve known you since I was a kid; you’re like an older brother to me. I trust you wouldn’t betray that.”

Baek’s face broke into a hesitant smile, relief flooding his features—until Asher tightened his grip on his shoulder, the smile widening ever so slightly. “At least, not intentionally,” he added, voice laced with something unspoken. “And it seems our Leader-nim is is content to stay out of this, so it’s all good.”

The manager seemed to regain life as he sighed in relief, but that only lasted for a solid second before Asher yanked him forward by the back of his head, their faces mere inches apart. His voice dropped to a whisper, sharp enough to slice through the tension. “Consider yourself lucky no one else overheard. If this ever leaked to the media… let’s just say I’d have my own way of ‘handling’ it. You might not come out so lucky, Baek.”

Baek fell to his knees, his voice shaking as he begged for forgiveness. Amusement flickered in Asher’s eyes as he watched Baek ramble on, looking hauntingly beautiful and distant, like some vengeful angel. After a moment, he placed a patronizing hand on Baek’s head, gently patting it as if he were a loyal pet.

“It’s alright, Mr. Baek,” he murmured, a twisted gentleness in his tone. “I don’t expect you to be perfect. Mistakes happen.” He ran his fingers through the manager’s hair before gripping a handful tightly, making Baek wince. “But surely you understand that we learn from our mistakes, don’t we?”

“Ah! Y-Yes, absolutely, Asher! I’ll never slip up again—”

“I wasn’t finished.” Asher’s voice turned frosty, pulling Baek’s head up so they were face-to-face, blue eyes gleaming with a hard edge. “When I said I wanted surveillance, I meant complete surveillance. Not just Nex—I want full access to all their chats and calls. Nex may have messed up, but the others aren’t far behind. They’re all barely holding it together.”

He paused, something shifting in his gaze, a flicker of wistfulness. “I get it,” he murmured. “I was worse than them. I gave you quite the hard time, didn't I ? You must be glad when it all ended. When I met… her.”

At the mention, Asher’s usual composure softened, his face momentarily flushed.

Baek, still held firmly by the hair, nodded quickly, swallowing his discomfort. He knew Asher’s past all too well—the meltdowns, the outbursts. The scars on his body were hidden now, erased by the country’s top surgeons, except for the one on his cheek, left as a reminder.

“Perhaps it’s a good thing they know my secret,” Asher mused aloud. “Maybe they’d stop running from their own shadows and find someone to call only theirs.” His grip relaxed, and Baek exhaled in relief, nodding along. “So long as it’s nothing worse than a dating scandal or some partying,” Asher added, shrugging. “Anything else is too risky. Am I clear?”

Baek gulped, scrambling to his feet. “Crystal clear, Asher. I’ll bug their devices after the party—and I’ll make sure to answer your calls in private from now on.”

The blue-eyed idol smirked, letting him go and stepping back, while Baek slumped, catching his breath. “That’s more like it,” he said with a hint of satisfaction. “I expect no next time. Don’t let me down, alright?”

Baek straightened, nodding furiously as he fixed his disheveled clothes.

“Oh, and one more thing.” Asher’s voice was casual again as he reached into his pocket. “Leave me the keys to the other car. I’ll be heading to the cabin tonight—I have no reason to stay in the city with the tour done.”

“Yes, of course. I moved your brand shoots and interviews to later in the month, as requested. I did my best to buy you time, but Mr. CEO insisted—”

“Spare me the details, Mr. Baek,” Asher waved it off, holding out his hand. “I know you must have tried to handle the old man. It's fine. As long as he protects what’s mine, I’ll be nice and keeping being his ‘golden goose.’"

The manager handed over the keys, nodding obediently. Asher’s gaze thawed as his fingers tenderly felt the familiar bad-crocheted bunny key chain attached to it. “Also, don’t disturb me unless it’s urgent,” he added softly.

Baek bowed his head, backing away, leaving the two-faced idol to his thoughts as the van finally disappeared into the night.

Asher threw his bag onto the passenger seat of his car, and started the engine. He sighed, impatient to drive off into the night – to the place he always retreated to when he got a moment to breath from his hectic schedule as an idol.

The Cabin.—a place he considered more of a home than his luxurious studio apartment in the same celebrity neighbourhood as all the rich and famous A-listers.

A place that held his kryptonite.

His everything.

You.

‧̍̊·̊‧̥°̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥‧̥·̊‧̍̊ ♡ °̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥ ·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙·̩̩̥͙*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ °̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥ ♡ ‧̍̊·̊‧̥°̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥‧̥·̊‧̍̊

[suguru-getos]

| Brat in her place | Ayato Kamisato x f!reader |

-> Been a while, I miss Waka 🤭 and I had so much fun writing this little prompt! Warnings: ruined orgasm, edging, he eventually decides to let you cum again tho kekeek.

“If the cunning rabbit burrows thrice, what of the cunning human?” You remember Ayato saying this to you once, when you asked if he has other— cards up his sleeve apart from the Shumatsuban. Being the high lady of the Kamisato clan, the wife of the head has it’s own highs and lows. Ayato was always kind to you, except when he’s not. That’s a rare predicament but you don’t mind it, infact— your behavior sometimes encourages it.

“Ah, Thoma! Your cooking is exquisite as always.” You beamed at the lunch table, having luncheon with Ayato and yourself. Ayato didn’t mind it, you were right of course. “I wonder if I could keep you all to myself.” This sentence, caused the housekeeper to flush hard, while irked Ayato’s reaction too. “Why of course, he is— kept by me.” Ayato corrected you, while you clicked your tongue, knowing you managed to get the territorial man exactly where you wanted him to be.

“Yes, of course Waka.” You nodded, sipping another slurp of the radish mixed veg soup and half-moaning at how your tastebuds danced with the aroma & delicacy. Granted you wouldn’t be this bold if it wasn’t only Ayato and Thoma in the room.

Thoma beamed with a cheerful grin, trying hard to ignore the way Ayato’s body language had changed from a welcoming to a commanding one. Oh boy— he felt as if he was in a Retainer meeting. Not good—“I’m glad you liked it, my lady. If you’d excuse me now, I have something to take care of.” Thoma bowed and left, making sure you don’t get a chance to stop him. If anything— both of the men knew you were in a mood today. A fiesty mood.

“Quite bold of you, to be so thorough with the sounds your little mouth makes when you enjoy something.” Ayato remarked, clicking his tongue and glancing towards you. “You jealous?” You bit back, maybe biting off more than you can chew.

“Me? Jealous? Well—” Ayato sounded almost surprised, a grave chuckle escaping his tight knit brows. “No, darling. I’m not jealous over your antics. I know completely these are nothing but parlor tricks to get my attention.” Ayato shrugged, taking a sip of the radish veggie soup. “No one can please you as good as me after all.” There he was— the spoiled, bratty Yashiro Commissoner in the flesh.

“Maybe I could, make it up to you… remind you how good my touch feels in every little crevice of your dainty little body. Or— maybe I could remind you of your manners, hmm?” Ayato’s fingers tilted your chin up, ensuring your eyes met his. Siren, glazed with flames of lust and dominance.

You gulped, evading eye contact at the statement. You could almost feel dizzy at the intensity with which Ayato was handling this. Fuck— you were clamping around nothing.

One thing led to another, Ayato asked if you’d like to be reminded of something— you agreed & now you were sitting pretty on his lap, legs spread and locked with his own in the way, back pressed snugly against his clothed chest and his heavy breaths sending jolts down your spine. Ayato had worn his gloves back, you know he does that when he’s in a mood to punish you, to put you back in your place. To remind you who you belong to.

He’s been at it for hours, lazily rubbing and strumming at your swollen, sensitive bundle of nerves while leaning his hand away as soon as he sees you cumming. You know Ayato is determined because he’s not left for his study since the lunch. You’ve been reduced to a babbling mess. “Yato— Please, please— s’ too much.” You wiggled against him, like a tied up bunny.

“Hmm, I know. It is too much for me to see you brat up so bad.” He hummed, sighing at the shell of your ear. His hot breath fanning over the earlobe just right, just enough to rise you to the apex of pleasure while he takes it all down. Leaves you tumbling down to nothing; then rakes it all up again.

“Yato— please- Waka Sama! Please!” You whimpered, feeling the pain in your clit getting used to the rigorous edging. It was then, that your body betrayed you, a mind melting orgasm coursing through every nerve ending as you whimpered, leaning your head back against his chest and rutting your hips for more—

Ayato leaned his hand back, again—

Cruel…

“Ah, going to have to ruin this one. Sorry, my love. You must know better than to ask for permission from your husband, who owns you, who takes care of you, who—” you were sobbing now, irritated at the pleasure seeping through your fingers and whimpering for more.

“Who puts you in your place.” Ayato completed his sentence, kissing your cheek and leaving you be. “Please— please I wanna cum. Yato— I’ll be good, so good for you.” Now you were truly begging, truly submitting to him like he wanted.

“Oh I’m not sure about that, you see— my wife is a force to reckon with. Even I know she can’t simply follow orders—”

“Yato— Please.” You quaked, lips quivering as you glanced up at him like a kicked puppy.

“Fine, I’m not that cruel now. At least, not to my one and only.” Ayato took off his gloves, a sign he’s pleased and this is all over. A sign of intimacy as his fingers raked their way through your over-edged cunt. “But remember— good girls.”

“A-ask for permission.” You gasped out, completing his sentence.

“That’s a good girl.”

[buzzstarrr]

𐙚 𝚂𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 ̶W̶i̶l̶l̶i̶a̶m̶s̶ 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜๋࣭ ⭑

tw: child abuse mention and gore (?)

꒷︶꒷꒥꒷‧₊˚꒷︶꒷꒥꒷‧₊˚꒷︶꒷꒥꒷‧₊˚꒷︶꒷꒥꒷‧₊˚꒷︶꒷꒥꒷‧₊˚꒷︶꒷꒥꒷‧₊˚

⋆ She was born in the 50s, would be around 60 years old nowadays.

⋆ Wasn't a little kid when she died, but was when everything started. Having said that, she experienced terrible things for years. :(

⋆ Doesn't spend a lot of her time in the manor and barely interacts with the kids.

⋆ Since she is from the 50s, she still acts like a 50s kid.

⋆ Even tho she's curious about what the kids like in modern days, she doesn't feel like she can fit in and doesn't feel like trying to.

⋆ Usually seen wandering throught the forest, either playing or talking to herself.

⋆ Heavily manipulated by Slenderman.

⋆ Keeps a great distance from people, mostly men; specifically Jeff. Does not trust him at all.

⋆ Can stand Natalie and tolerates Jane's presence.

⋆ Feels safe enough to open up to Natalie due to their similar trauma.

⋆ Sympathizes with Liu since both got betrayed by their own family.

⋆ Had to be forcefully tied in a "hospital" bed once. She was really injured and wouldn't let anyone touch her even tho they were just trying to help her. It has something to do with Slender's influence over her head.

⋆ Used to be a catholic because of her parents, now has a sorta of hate towards the concept of a God.

⋆ Still visits her own grave.

⋆ Holds grudge against her parents for having another kid, it makes her feel replaced.

⋆ Still wears the same nightgown she was wearing on her death.

꒷︶꒷꒥꒷‧₊˚꒷︶꒷꒥꒷‧₊˚꒷︶꒷꒥꒷‧₊˚꒷︶꒷꒥꒷‧₊˚꒷︶꒷꒥꒷‧₊˚꒷︶꒷꒥꒷‧₊˚

⋆ She has pale skin, long curly brown hair, green eyes and is slightly underweight

⋆ Wears a dirty and torn pink nightgown and dirty white lace socks in one foot, the other one is bare.

⋆ She is covered in bruises, cuts and scratches, as well as dry blood. There's dirt, old blood and leaves on her clothes, skin and hair. A part of her brain is partially exposed.

⋆ Carries her teddy bear all around, he's missing one eye. She changes his little bow tie in every opportunity she has.

꒷︶꒷꒥꒷‧₊˚꒷︶꒷꒥꒷‧₊˚꒷︶꒷꒥꒷‧₊˚꒷︶꒷꒥꒷‧₊˚꒷︶꒷꒥꒷‧₊˚꒷︶꒷꒥꒷‧₊˚

⋆ Has two best friends, their names were Amelia and Louisa.

⋆ Misses her friends and appreciates how they tried to help her despite their young age and low understading.

⋆ She loved to play pretend when she was alive and still does it nowadays.

⋆ Her pretty hair was always half tied with a pink ribbon

⋆ Was taught by her mother some basic things like baking pies and knitting. Having said that, she knows how to sew and can knit.

⋆ Her favorite movie was Alice in Wonderland.

⋆ Started loving Popeye the Sailor because of her dad's influence.

⋆ Her parents used to call her "sunshine"

⋆ She was friends with every kid in school and in neighborhood.

⋆ She had a lot of dolls and stuffed animals. She named all of them and stills remembers every single one.

⋆ Her favorite color is something between pink and purple.

⋆ Used to have tea party with her friends, mostly Amelia and Louise. They used to play gossip and talk about how much they wanted to grow up.

⋆ Used to wear her mom's perfume without permission. Her mom kept that one perfume for years.

⋆ Her parents had another kid on the year she would turn 17, they named him Robert in honor to what they thought Sally's teddy's name was.

꒷︶꒷꒥꒷‧₊˚꒷︶꒷꒥꒷‧₊˚꒷︶꒷꒥꒷‧₊˚꒷︶꒷꒥꒷‧₊˚꒷︶꒷꒥꒷‧₊˚꒷︶꒷꒥꒷‧₊˚

๋ ࣭ ⭑๋ ࣭ ⭑ english is not my first language but i dont want it to be, so i apologize for any mistake!! :)

[captainderyn]

[Fictober24] Day 4: "No, we're not doing that."

Prompt: “No, we're not doing that."

Fandom: LOTRO

Pairings: Wulfwryn/Raenor

Warnings: Descriptions of battle, light descriptions of gore Spoilers For: The Fords of Isen questline of LOTRO, the Battle of the Fords quest(s)

Summary: Wulfwryn and Raenor face the battle at the Ford of Isen with Prince Theodred and his men. The tides of battle turn, and not in their favor, and Raenor is faced with persuading Wulfwryn to turn her back on the fight.

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The tides of the battle shifted faster than they could be stemmed. Their position in the Ford of Ise, at first a bottleneck to halt the sweeping onslaught of orcs became the Rohirrim’s trap as the shoulder to shoulder warfare made it impossible for their horses to pivot. 

Raenor looked wildly around, his hands bloody as he tied a tourniquet tight around a man’s leg, broken and gushing from where the soldier’s horse had collapsed on top of him. 

“There’s nothing you can do, lad.” the soldier wheezed, though Raenor was centuries older than him. The soldier placed his hand on Raenor’s wrist, halting his progress on knotting the gauze, “I would not be able to get out on my own, nor would I be able to face my fellows and wife after failing so horrible on this field.” 

Raenor’s brows knit together and despite the pressure on his wrists he tied off the tourniquet. He hadn’t the heart to tell the man the tourniquet was already soaked through, nor that it had been a hopeless endeavor from the start. 

“You fought bravely here.” he said instead. “You’ve fought well to defend your prince.” 

The soldier released his hold on Raenor, leaving behind a scarlet handprint. 

“Go save the others.” he pleaded. “Do not waste the time on me.” 

Turning his eyes to the sky, Raenor sent a quick prayer to whatever gods watched over these men to guide this soldier safely on before standing at the soldier’s request. 

There were few to save, and fewer that he could safe without getting trampled by feral orcs with rough blades or terrified warhorses without their masters astride them. 

“Prince Theodred!” the agonized cry ripped across the battlefield, stalling everything for a moment’s time into a tunnel of shocked silence. Then the sounds of battle roared back to life: the clanging of blades, the screams of horses, the shouts of men. 

Several Rohirrim horns hollored at once, sounding for a retreat. The command echoed across the battlefield, a call-and-return between the soldiers that remained in the bloodbath. 

“Come on, elf!” One soldier paused his horse, which jigged with the whites of its eyes rolling and its coat shining with scarlet, and held out his hand to Raenor to pull him into the saddle. “We must ride now!” 

Raenor stepped back, waving the Rohirrim onward. 

“I must find Wulfwryn.” he said, urging the rider onward again. The man instead held out his hand more insistently. 

“The guardian?” The rider scanned the battlefield. “I am certain she will find her way back to camp, should she still draw breath, but if you are to survive as well then you must flee now.” 

Raenor shook his head, stepping out of reach of the rider. He knew how it looked—armed not in the heavy riding leathers and chainmail of the Rohirrim and lacking the plate armor Wulfwryn herself wore and carrying only a small sword among his pouches fo healing supplies. 

“Leaving without her is not an option.” he insisted, bowing his head in thanks all the same. Before another choice was made for him, he ducked into the fray. 

Many of the orcs were occupied chasing after the fleeing riders or still clambering through the barricades set up at the front of their bottlenecked position. It bought him enough space, on foot instead of on horseback, to weave between the foul smelling creatures and over the bodies of the fallen. His stomach churned at how poorly this battle had turned and he kept his eyes forward and his ears straining for Wulfwryn’s familiar voice. 

He found her in the middle of a ring of slain orcs, sword and shield bloodied. Her battle-harried eyes widened when she saw him and she was quick to place herself between him and the pending onslaught of enemies, head turned between them and him. 

“Raenor! You are meant to be on the sidelines, aiding the Rohirrim that need healing.” She heaved out between heavy breaths. Sweat soaked her face and neck, her skin flushed red from the exertion of battle. 

He grabbed her arm, tugging towards the fleeing Rohirrim. “They’ve sounded the retreat, our time to leave is fading fast.” 

“What?” Wulfwryn cried, resisting his tug but not pulling herself away completely. She scanned the field around them, eyes darting between the wounded, the fallen, and the swarm still amassing at the gates beyond. “No, we aren’t doing that. We can’t! The important of holding this spot was insisted upon.” 

Raenor stepped towards their escape, pulling on her again. She yielded a step towards him, but her body still strained in the direction of the fighting. 

The next wave of orcs broke down broke down another barricade, their snarling cries of victory quickly getting drowned out by their stomping steps. 

“I know, meldanya, I know. But we must yield.” Raenor stepped in front of her, breaking her concentration on the orcs. She was taunt as a bowstring, practically quivering with the tension. 

Her eyes bored into him, brows drawn low over her eyes as she looked up at him. 

”There are still wounded out there.” she said sharply. 

“And we cannot help the wounded if we are dead.” Raenor snapped back. “The Prince is wounded or dead, staying here will be fatal.” 

He was only speaking her own words back at her, for she’d told him the same sentiment many times when they’d first traveled together. It was with great effort that she finally took a step towards him, then another, and another until they reached a warsteed that still lingered on the battlefield. 

The creature was shaking, sweat and blood soaked along one flank in a way that did not bode well for its owner, but allowed them both to mount. When asked, it broke into a flat gallop out the bottleneck of the ford and towards the Rohirrim forward camp. 

As the sounds of the forsaken battlefield quieted into the background, Raenor shuddered, and tried to push the bitter thoughts of failure aside for now. A long night stretched before them, of sutchering wounds, poulticing bruises and sprains, and making those who would not see the dawn more comfortable. 

Wulfwryn was silent as they galloped, her entire body tense. Every few strides she would glance over her shoulder, eyes lingering on the battlefield. I should have done more. He knew that would be what haunted her tonight.

[vhagars-dementia]

For the title game - 'this knot thus knit' with sihtric, perhaps?

Sihtric is eloping with me in character.ai 😂

This Knot Thus Knit

The string of your bow stings your fingertips. An arrow pointed at a band of men you've encountered in the woods they were outnumbered by your men. The man called Uthred introduces himself to your leader, he says he means no harm. He rambles on about the king, but you get distracted with one of his men, who had the audacity to wink at you. Did he really just wink at you? Lower your weapons! These men are our friends! Your leader commands.

The next time you meet Sihtric, he winked at you again. This time you were both tending to the horses, trying to tightly knot the leather to a tree. He presented himself to help, all of a sudden occupying your personal space. You felt dizzy with how close he is, hands over yours when he makes a secure and intricate tie with the leather bindings. You didn't hear a single word he said and somehow he knew. So he winked at you.

This time the wink comes from you. Your small camp had been caught off guard and before you could get out of your bedroll, you were dragged to the middle of camp along with the rest of your men, mouth tied and thrown into the cart, to be taken as hostage.

Your hands were bound tightly in rough rope and you couldn't losen it no matter how you struggle. You wake up in a foreign camp, with men who spoke a different tongue. You survey your surroundings to find none of your people were hurt. You remained lying on the ground, pretending to be asleep when one of them walked by. In the distance, just at the edge of the enemy camp, a rustling is heard. You strain your eyes to search for its source and you spot Sihtric, nocking an arrow on his bow. He's here to rescue you. He smiles when he sees you were okay. He gives you a signal to remain quiet. You wink back and let him do the rescuing.

[charile0]

Stylish Ties, Bow Ties & Scarves – The Perfect Accessories for Every Gentleman

Upgrade your wardrobe with our collection of floral ties, bow ties, and knitted scarves, designed for men who appreciate timeless elegance. Whether you're looking for the perfect wedding tie or a sophisticated everyday accessory, we have something for every occasion.

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47 That’s a wrap! As Paris Fashion Week Men’s ends, we’re taking another look at the top runways we loved. This season found designers experimenting with new collaborations, cementing their own house codes, and experimenting with plays on wardrobe staples. As the fashion calendar kicks into high gear for the Fall ’25 season, discover our top collections from the City of Light. Dior Monsieur Christian Dior’s Ligne H—a women’s silhouette made to simplify post-war dressing—served as chief inspiration for Kim Jones’ latest Dior menswear collection. That simplicity took center stage with a minimalist palette of pale pink, white, black, and various shades of inky blue and brown. However, Jones’ silhouettes and techniques were far from simple. The designer utilized styles that have become his signatures at Dior, revamped with textures from smooth silk to reptilian embossments—including wide-legged trousers to draped bombers, sharply cut jackets, and subtly oversized suiting. Nods to womenswear came in the form of bow-tied armbands, rounded top sleeves, and subtle splashes of crystals, all culminating in a viral finale look: a pale pink coat cinched with a knotted wash and covered in light gray and silver floral patterns, sequins, and beadwork. All images: Courtesy of Dior Louis Vuitton Pharrell Williams has found his groove within Louis Vuitton‘s menswear, which he continued in his latest collection for Fall 2025. With friendship and travel serving as core themes, Williams looked to Vuitton’s archives when imagining modern day travel dress—which varied from Damier-checked cardigans to layered jackets, knee-length shorts, and a wide assortment of double-breasted suiting and overcoats. Naturally, his dynamic style emerged across hues of pink, dark blue, deep brown, and dark sage, complete with plenty of floral embellishments, leopard and floral prints. A whimsical punch came from an additional collaboration with longtime BFF and fellow designer Nigo, while the assortment was complete with revamped takes on Vuitton’s trunks, backpacks, and duffles—including a whimsical lobster-shaped top-handle bag! All images: Courtesy of Louis Vuitton Willy Chavarria  For Fall 2025, Willy Chavarria decamped from New York City to Paris for his latest collection, “Tarantula,” held at the American Cathedral in Paris. The serene setting for the show complemented its themes of powerful resistance and sensitive beauty, seen in Chavarria’s signature boxing shorts, dynamic suiting, and wide-legged denim. However, updated silhouettes were incorporated to the line, which marked the brand’s 10th anniversary: the unisex Chuco suit, Body-Tee bodysuit, and baggy drawcord Toluca pants, plus new jewelry, handbags, and Chavarria’s second footwear collaboration with Adidas. Tonal colors and signature Chavarria symbols delivered an intimate touch, from blooming rosettes to wide-brimmed hats and hues of red, gold, and black. The show notably featured Chavarria’s close friends and fashion community stars as models, including Jerry Lorenzo, J Balvin, Lyas, Honey Dijon, and more. All images: Courtesy of Willy Chavarria Amiri Romance was core to Amiri‘s Fall 2025 collection, which also featured the brand’s first foray at womenswear. Mike Amiri’s latest designs were set in the dreamy Hollywood lounge “Club Amiri,” populated by velvety men’s suits, sharp leather jackets, and plenty of embellished cardigans and sweaters in dark browns and reds, deep green, gold, and inky blue. A similar ethos was seen in his women’s offering, which included complementary relaxed suits and tuxedos—plus draped silk and metallic knit dresses with an array of sleek clutches. The range was complete with the label’s equally sharp Art Deco-inspired eyewear, while gold-dipped roses brought the runway show a luxuriously romantic feel. All images: Courtesy of Amiri AMI-Alexandre Mattiussi For Fall 2025, Alexandre Mattiussi embraced serenity in his latest collection for AMI. A bare brick building in Paris’ Rue du Faubourg Poissonnière neighborhood provided an industrial backdrop to the clothing, which was designed to hold a permanent place in its wearers’ wardrobes. Double-breasted overcoats, silky dresses, wide-legged trousers, and elegantly draped suiting and wide-legged trousers brought an ease to Mattiussi’s crisp palette of brown, gray, black, deep olive, cream, and light gold. AMI’s playful nature remained intact as well, seen in nonchalant nods like open plaid prints and soft leather bags. The show was given added star power with major model runway cameos, including Liya Kebede, Leon Dame, and Karen Elson. All images: Courtesy of AMI Kenzo Nigo took a futuristic approach to his latest Kenzo collection, inspired by the brand’s Fall 1998 “Train Show” runway. In a similar vein, the creative director blended formal and casual dress codes when imagining today’s traveling gents. Mohair-cuffed utility jackets, wide overcoats, smooth sweaters, and buttoned waistcoats were layered over pleated trousers and sharp Japanese denim. Meanwhile, matching trouser and shorts sets with bomber, coach, and aviator jackets were cast in two-toned leathers and colorful floral patterns made by artist Futura 2000. Pouches, totes, and crossbody bags completed the range with a nod to nomadic lifestyles, while Nigo’s playful nature emerged with pops of yellow, red, pink, and blue—which have quickly become his signature colors of choice at Kenzo. All images: Courtesy of Kenzo Officine Générale  Officine Générale‘s Fall 2025 collection was especially intimate—especially as its Cafe Le Rouquet setting was mere meters away from the home of creative director Pierre Maheo! Fulfilling Maheo’s longtime goal of showing at a café, his latest co-ed designs were similarly personal—showcasing the close nature of a neighborhood hotspot. For Officine Générale, that took the form of extra-wide trousers, oversized coats, and plenty of striped shirts, light jackets, and soft sweaters to ward off the winter chill. Finishing touches like vintage books and bouquets nodded to the range of characters that frequent cafés, whether for long stays or a quick coffee pick-up. All images: Courtesy of Office Générale Charles Jeffrey Loverboy Charles Jeffrey looked to themes of passion and rebellion in his Fall 2025 collection for Charles Jeffrey Loverboy. Rooted in the need to push against convention, the designer showed traditional styles in revamped textures and silhouettes—from silky blazers covered in wide stripes to oversized tweed jackets, frayed miniskirts, and more. Punchy crocheted hats, bags, and more added a cheeky edge to the line—fitting, as they were made in collaboration with Pornhub. The line was complete with plenty of Jeffrey’s signature viral banana peels, seen across knee-high boots, motorcycle jackets, beanies, and crossbody bags—both in yellow and eyelet-studded black leather. 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[norajworld]

47 That’s a wrap! As Paris Fashion Week Men’s ends, we’re taking another look at the top runways we loved. This season found designers experimenting with new collaborations, cementing their own house codes, and experimenting with plays on wardrobe staples. As the fashion calendar kicks into high gear for the Fall ’25 season, discover our top collections from the City of Light. Dior Monsieur Christian Dior’s Ligne H—a women’s silhouette made to simplify post-war dressing—served as chief inspiration for Kim Jones’ latest Dior menswear collection. That simplicity took center stage with a minimalist palette of pale pink, white, black, and various shades of inky blue and brown. However, Jones’ silhouettes and techniques were far from simple. The designer utilized styles that have become his signatures at Dior, revamped with textures from smooth silk to reptilian embossments—including wide-legged trousers to draped bombers, sharply cut jackets, and subtly oversized suiting. Nods to womenswear came in the form of bow-tied armbands, rounded top sleeves, and subtle splashes of crystals, all culminating in a viral finale look: a pale pink coat cinched with a knotted wash and covered in light gray and silver floral patterns, sequins, and beadwork. All images: Courtesy of Dior Louis Vuitton Pharrell Williams has found his groove within Louis Vuitton‘s menswear, which he continued in his latest collection for Fall 2025. With friendship and travel serving as core themes, Williams looked to Vuitton’s archives when imagining modern day travel dress—which varied from Damier-checked cardigans to layered jackets, knee-length shorts, and a wide assortment of double-breasted suiting and overcoats. Naturally, his dynamic style emerged across hues of pink, dark blue, deep brown, and dark sage, complete with plenty of floral embellishments, leopard and floral prints. A whimsical punch came from an additional collaboration with longtime BFF and fellow designer Nigo, while the assortment was complete with revamped takes on Vuitton’s trunks, backpacks, and duffles—including a whimsical lobster-shaped top-handle bag! All images: Courtesy of Louis Vuitton Willy Chavarria  For Fall 2025, Willy Chavarria decamped from New York City to Paris for his latest collection, “Tarantula,” held at the American Cathedral in Paris. The serene setting for the show complemented its themes of powerful resistance and sensitive beauty, seen in Chavarria’s signature boxing shorts, dynamic suiting, and wide-legged denim. However, updated silhouettes were incorporated to the line, which marked the brand’s 10th anniversary: the unisex Chuco suit, Body-Tee bodysuit, and baggy drawcord Toluca pants, plus new jewelry, handbags, and Chavarria’s second footwear collaboration with Adidas. Tonal colors and signature Chavarria symbols delivered an intimate touch, from blooming rosettes to wide-brimmed hats and hues of red, gold, and black. The show notably featured Chavarria’s close friends and fashion community stars as models, including Jerry Lorenzo, J Balvin, Lyas, Honey Dijon, and more. All images: Courtesy of Willy Chavarria Amiri Romance was core to Amiri‘s Fall 2025 collection, which also featured the brand’s first foray at womenswear. Mike Amiri’s latest designs were set in the dreamy Hollywood lounge “Club Amiri,” populated by velvety men’s suits, sharp leather jackets, and plenty of embellished cardigans and sweaters in dark browns and reds, deep green, gold, and inky blue. A similar ethos was seen in his women’s offering, which included complementary relaxed suits and tuxedos—plus draped silk and metallic knit dresses with an array of sleek clutches. The range was complete with the label’s equally sharp Art Deco-inspired eyewear, while gold-dipped roses brought the runway show a luxuriously romantic feel. All images: Courtesy of Amiri AMI-Alexandre Mattiussi For Fall 2025, Alexandre Mattiussi embraced serenity in his latest collection for AMI. A bare brick building in Paris’ Rue du Faubourg Poissonnière neighborhood provided an industrial backdrop to the clothing, which was designed to hold a permanent place in its wearers’ wardrobes. Double-breasted overcoats, silky dresses, wide-legged trousers, and elegantly draped suiting and wide-legged trousers brought an ease to Mattiussi’s crisp palette of brown, gray, black, deep olive, cream, and light gold. AMI’s playful nature remained intact as well, seen in nonchalant nods like open plaid prints and soft leather bags. The show was given added star power with major model runway cameos, including Liya Kebede, Leon Dame, and Karen Elson. All images: Courtesy of AMI Kenzo Nigo took a futuristic approach to his latest Kenzo collection, inspired by the brand’s Fall 1998 “Train Show” runway. In a similar vein, the creative director blended formal and casual dress codes when imagining today’s traveling gents. Mohair-cuffed utility jackets, wide overcoats, smooth sweaters, and buttoned waistcoats were layered over pleated trousers and sharp Japanese denim. Meanwhile, matching trouser and shorts sets with bomber, coach, and aviator jackets were cast in two-toned leathers and colorful floral patterns made by artist Futura 2000. Pouches, totes, and crossbody bags completed the range with a nod to nomadic lifestyles, while Nigo’s playful nature emerged with pops of yellow, red, pink, and blue—which have quickly become his signature colors of choice at Kenzo. All images: Courtesy of Kenzo Officine Générale  Officine Générale‘s Fall 2025 collection was especially intimate—especially as its Cafe Le Rouquet setting was mere meters away from the home of creative director Pierre Maheo! Fulfilling Maheo’s longtime goal of showing at a café, his latest co-ed designs were similarly personal—showcasing the close nature of a neighborhood hotspot. For Officine Générale, that took the form of extra-wide trousers, oversized coats, and plenty of striped shirts, light jackets, and soft sweaters to ward off the winter chill. Finishing touches like vintage books and bouquets nodded to the range of characters that frequent cafés, whether for long stays or a quick coffee pick-up. All images: Courtesy of Office Générale Charles Jeffrey Loverboy Charles Jeffrey looked to themes of passion and rebellion in his Fall 2025 collection for Charles Jeffrey Loverboy. Rooted in the need to push against convention, the designer showed traditional styles in revamped textures and silhouettes—from silky blazers covered in wide stripes to oversized tweed jackets, frayed miniskirts, and more. Punchy crocheted hats, bags, and more added a cheeky edge to the line—fitting, as they were made in collaboration with Pornhub. The line was complete with plenty of Jeffrey’s signature viral banana peels, seen across knee-high boots, motorcycle jackets, beanies, and crossbody bags—both in yellow and eyelet-studded black leather. 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Elevate Your Wardrobe with Men’s Bow Ties

When it comes to making a fashion statement, it is often the small details that set you apart. The bow tie is a classic accessory that, when added to your outfit, can elevate your wardrobe and make a lasting impression. For more information, click here: https://otaa.medium.com/elevate-your-wardrobe-with-mens-bow-ties-64af161c04e7

[ellajme0]

47 That’s a wrap! As Paris Fashion Week Men’s ends, we’re taking another look at the top runways we loved. This season found designers experimenting with new collaborations, cementing their own house codes, and experimenting with plays on wardrobe staples. As the fashion calendar kicks into high gear for the Fall ’25 season, discover our top collections from the City of Light. Dior Monsieur Christian Dior’s Ligne H—a women’s silhouette made to simplify post-war dressing—served as chief inspiration for Kim Jones’ latest Dior menswear collection. That simplicity took center stage with a minimalist palette of pale pink, white, black, and various shades of inky blue and brown. However, Jones’ silhouettes and techniques were far from simple. The designer utilized styles that have become his signatures at Dior, revamped with textures from smooth silk to reptilian embossments—including wide-legged trousers to draped bombers, sharply cut jackets, and subtly oversized suiting. Nods to womenswear came in the form of bow-tied armbands, rounded top sleeves, and subtle splashes of crystals, all culminating in a viral finale look: a pale pink coat cinched with a knotted wash and covered in light gray and silver floral patterns, sequins, and beadwork. All images: Courtesy of Dior Louis Vuitton Pharrell Williams has found his groove within Louis Vuitton‘s menswear, which he continued in his latest collection for Fall 2025. With friendship and travel serving as core themes, Williams looked to Vuitton’s archives when imagining modern day travel dress—which varied from Damier-checked cardigans to layered jackets, knee-length shorts, and a wide assortment of double-breasted suiting and overcoats. Naturally, his dynamic style emerged across hues of pink, dark blue, deep brown, and dark sage, complete with plenty of floral embellishments, leopard and floral prints. A whimsical punch came from an additional collaboration with longtime BFF and fellow designer Nigo, while the assortment was complete with revamped takes on Vuitton’s trunks, backpacks, and duffles—including a whimsical lobster-shaped top-handle bag! All images: Courtesy of Louis Vuitton Willy Chavarria  For Fall 2025, Willy Chavarria decamped from New York City to Paris for his latest collection, “Tarantula,” held at the American Cathedral in Paris. The serene setting for the show complemented its themes of powerful resistance and sensitive beauty, seen in Chavarria’s signature boxing shorts, dynamic suiting, and wide-legged denim. However, updated silhouettes were incorporated to the line, which marked the brand’s 10th anniversary: the unisex Chuco suit, Body-Tee bodysuit, and baggy drawcord Toluca pants, plus new jewelry, handbags, and Chavarria’s second footwear collaboration with Adidas. Tonal colors and signature Chavarria symbols delivered an intimate touch, from blooming rosettes to wide-brimmed hats and hues of red, gold, and black. The show notably featured Chavarria’s close friends and fashion community stars as models, including Jerry Lorenzo, J Balvin, Lyas, Honey Dijon, and more. All images: Courtesy of Willy Chavarria Amiri Romance was core to Amiri‘s Fall 2025 collection, which also featured the brand’s first foray at womenswear. Mike Amiri’s latest designs were set in the dreamy Hollywood lounge “Club Amiri,” populated by velvety men’s suits, sharp leather jackets, and plenty of embellished cardigans and sweaters in dark browns and reds, deep green, gold, and inky blue. A similar ethos was seen in his women’s offering, which included complementary relaxed suits and tuxedos—plus draped silk and metallic knit dresses with an array of sleek clutches. The range was complete with the label’s equally sharp Art Deco-inspired eyewear, while gold-dipped roses brought the runway show a luxuriously romantic feel. All images: Courtesy of Amiri AMI-Alexandre Mattiussi For Fall 2025, Alexandre Mattiussi embraced serenity in his latest collection for AMI. A bare brick building in Paris’ Rue du Faubourg Poissonnière neighborhood provided an industrial backdrop to the clothing, which was designed to hold a permanent place in its wearers’ wardrobes. Double-breasted overcoats, silky dresses, wide-legged trousers, and elegantly draped suiting and wide-legged trousers brought an ease to Mattiussi’s crisp palette of brown, gray, black, deep olive, cream, and light gold. AMI’s playful nature remained intact as well, seen in nonchalant nods like open plaid prints and soft leather bags. The show was given added star power with major model runway cameos, including Liya Kebede, Leon Dame, and Karen Elson. All images: Courtesy of AMI Kenzo Nigo took a futuristic approach to his latest Kenzo collection, inspired by the brand’s Fall 1998 “Train Show” runway. In a similar vein, the creative director blended formal and casual dress codes when imagining today’s traveling gents. Mohair-cuffed utility jackets, wide overcoats, smooth sweaters, and buttoned waistcoats were layered over pleated trousers and sharp Japanese denim. Meanwhile, matching trouser and shorts sets with bomber, coach, and aviator jackets were cast in two-toned leathers and colorful floral patterns made by artist Futura 2000. Pouches, totes, and crossbody bags completed the range with a nod to nomadic lifestyles, while Nigo’s playful nature emerged with pops of yellow, red, pink, and blue—which have quickly become his signature colors of choice at Kenzo. All images: Courtesy of Kenzo Officine Générale  Officine Générale‘s Fall 2025 collection was especially intimate—especially as its Cafe Le Rouquet setting was mere meters away from the home of creative director Pierre Maheo! Fulfilling Maheo’s longtime goal of showing at a café, his latest co-ed designs were similarly personal—showcasing the close nature of a neighborhood hotspot. For Officine Générale, that took the form of extra-wide trousers, oversized coats, and plenty of striped shirts, light jackets, and soft sweaters to ward off the winter chill. Finishing touches like vintage books and bouquets nodded to the range of characters that frequent cafés, whether for long stays or a quick coffee pick-up. All images: Courtesy of Office Générale Charles Jeffrey Loverboy Charles Jeffrey looked to themes of passion and rebellion in his Fall 2025 collection for Charles Jeffrey Loverboy. Rooted in the need to push against convention, the designer showed traditional styles in revamped textures and silhouettes—from silky blazers covered in wide stripes to oversized tweed jackets, frayed miniskirts, and more. Punchy crocheted hats, bags, and more added a cheeky edge to the line—fitting, as they were made in collaboration with Pornhub. The line was complete with plenty of Jeffrey’s signature viral banana peels, seen across knee-high boots, motorcycle jackets, beanies, and crossbody bags—both in yellow and eyelet-studded black leather. 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[chilimili212]

47 That’s a wrap! As Paris Fashion Week Men’s ends, we’re taking another look at the top runways we loved. This season found designers experimenting with new collaborations, cementing their own house codes, and experimenting with plays on wardrobe staples. As the fashion calendar kicks into high gear for the Fall ’25 season, discover our top collections from the City of Light. Dior Monsieur Christian Dior’s Ligne H—a women’s silhouette made to simplify post-war dressing—served as chief inspiration for Kim Jones’ latest Dior menswear collection. That simplicity took center stage with a minimalist palette of pale pink, white, black, and various shades of inky blue and brown. However, Jones’ silhouettes and techniques were far from simple. The designer utilized styles that have become his signatures at Dior, revamped with textures from smooth silk to reptilian embossments—including wide-legged trousers to draped bombers, sharply cut jackets, and subtly oversized suiting. Nods to womenswear came in the form of bow-tied armbands, rounded top sleeves, and subtle splashes of crystals, all culminating in a viral finale look: a pale pink coat cinched with a knotted wash and covered in light gray and silver floral patterns, sequins, and beadwork. All images: Courtesy of Dior Louis Vuitton Pharrell Williams has found his groove within Louis Vuitton‘s menswear, which he continued in his latest collection for Fall 2025. With friendship and travel serving as core themes, Williams looked to Vuitton’s archives when imagining modern day travel dress—which varied from Damier-checked cardigans to layered jackets, knee-length shorts, and a wide assortment of double-breasted suiting and overcoats. Naturally, his dynamic style emerged across hues of pink, dark blue, deep brown, and dark sage, complete with plenty of floral embellishments, leopard and floral prints. A whimsical punch came from an additional collaboration with longtime BFF and fellow designer Nigo, while the assortment was complete with revamped takes on Vuitton’s trunks, backpacks, and duffles—including a whimsical lobster-shaped top-handle bag! All images: Courtesy of Louis Vuitton Willy Chavarria  For Fall 2025, Willy Chavarria decamped from New York City to Paris for his latest collection, “Tarantula,” held at the American Cathedral in Paris. The serene setting for the show complemented its themes of powerful resistance and sensitive beauty, seen in Chavarria’s signature boxing shorts, dynamic suiting, and wide-legged denim. However, updated silhouettes were incorporated to the line, which marked the brand’s 10th anniversary: the unisex Chuco suit, Body-Tee bodysuit, and baggy drawcord Toluca pants, plus new jewelry, handbags, and Chavarria’s second footwear collaboration with Adidas. Tonal colors and signature Chavarria symbols delivered an intimate touch, from blooming rosettes to wide-brimmed hats and hues of red, gold, and black. The show notably featured Chavarria’s close friends and fashion community stars as models, including Jerry Lorenzo, J Balvin, Lyas, Honey Dijon, and more. All images: Courtesy of Willy Chavarria Amiri Romance was core to Amiri‘s Fall 2025 collection, which also featured the brand’s first foray at womenswear. Mike Amiri’s latest designs were set in the dreamy Hollywood lounge “Club Amiri,” populated by velvety men’s suits, sharp leather jackets, and plenty of embellished cardigans and sweaters in dark browns and reds, deep green, gold, and inky blue. A similar ethos was seen in his women’s offering, which included complementary relaxed suits and tuxedos—plus draped silk and metallic knit dresses with an array of sleek clutches. The range was complete with the label’s equally sharp Art Deco-inspired eyewear, while gold-dipped roses brought the runway show a luxuriously romantic feel. All images: Courtesy of Amiri AMI-Alexandre Mattiussi For Fall 2025, Alexandre Mattiussi embraced serenity in his latest collection for AMI. A bare brick building in Paris’ Rue du Faubourg Poissonnière neighborhood provided an industrial backdrop to the clothing, which was designed to hold a permanent place in its wearers’ wardrobes. Double-breasted overcoats, silky dresses, wide-legged trousers, and elegantly draped suiting and wide-legged trousers brought an ease to Mattiussi’s crisp palette of brown, gray, black, deep olive, cream, and light gold. AMI’s playful nature remained intact as well, seen in nonchalant nods like open plaid prints and soft leather bags. The show was given added star power with major model runway cameos, including Liya Kebede, Leon Dame, and Karen Elson. All images: Courtesy of AMI Kenzo Nigo took a futuristic approach to his latest Kenzo collection, inspired by the brand’s Fall 1998 “Train Show” runway. In a similar vein, the creative director blended formal and casual dress codes when imagining today’s traveling gents. Mohair-cuffed utility jackets, wide overcoats, smooth sweaters, and buttoned waistcoats were layered over pleated trousers and sharp Japanese denim. Meanwhile, matching trouser and shorts sets with bomber, coach, and aviator jackets were cast in two-toned leathers and colorful floral patterns made by artist Futura 2000. Pouches, totes, and crossbody bags completed the range with a nod to nomadic lifestyles, while Nigo’s playful nature emerged with pops of yellow, red, pink, and blue—which have quickly become his signature colors of choice at Kenzo. All images: Courtesy of Kenzo Officine Générale  Officine Générale‘s Fall 2025 collection was especially intimate—especially as its Cafe Le Rouquet setting was mere meters away from the home of creative director Pierre Maheo! Fulfilling Maheo’s longtime goal of showing at a café, his latest co-ed designs were similarly personal—showcasing the close nature of a neighborhood hotspot. For Officine Générale, that took the form of extra-wide trousers, oversized coats, and plenty of striped shirts, light jackets, and soft sweaters to ward off the winter chill. Finishing touches like vintage books and bouquets nodded to the range of characters that frequent cafés, whether for long stays or a quick coffee pick-up. All images: Courtesy of Office Générale Charles Jeffrey Loverboy Charles Jeffrey looked to themes of passion and rebellion in his Fall 2025 collection for Charles Jeffrey Loverboy. Rooted in the need to push against convention, the designer showed traditional styles in revamped textures and silhouettes—from silky blazers covered in wide stripes to oversized tweed jackets, frayed miniskirts, and more. Punchy crocheted hats, bags, and more added a cheeky edge to the line—fitting, as they were made in collaboration with Pornhub. The line was complete with plenty of Jeffrey’s signature viral banana peels, seen across knee-high boots, motorcycle jackets, beanies, and crossbody bags—both in yellow and eyelet-studded black leather. 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47 That’s a wrap! As Paris Fashion Week Men’s ends, we’re taking another look at the top runways we loved. This season found designers experimenting with new collaborations, cementing their own house codes, and experimenting with plays on wardrobe staples. As the fashion calendar kicks into high gear for the Fall ’25 season, discover our top collections from the City of Light. Dior Monsieur Christian Dior’s Ligne H—a women’s silhouette made to simplify post-war dressing—served as chief inspiration for Kim Jones’ latest Dior menswear collection. That simplicity took center stage with a minimalist palette of pale pink, white, black, and various shades of inky blue and brown. However, Jones’ silhouettes and techniques were far from simple. The designer utilized styles that have become his signatures at Dior, revamped with textures from smooth silk to reptilian embossments—including wide-legged trousers to draped bombers, sharply cut jackets, and subtly oversized suiting. Nods to womenswear came in the form of bow-tied armbands, rounded top sleeves, and subtle splashes of crystals, all culminating in a viral finale look: a pale pink coat cinched with a knotted wash and covered in light gray and silver floral patterns, sequins, and beadwork. All images: Courtesy of Dior Louis Vuitton Pharrell Williams has found his groove within Louis Vuitton‘s menswear, which he continued in his latest collection for Fall 2025. With friendship and travel serving as core themes, Williams looked to Vuitton’s archives when imagining modern day travel dress—which varied from Damier-checked cardigans to layered jackets, knee-length shorts, and a wide assortment of double-breasted suiting and overcoats. Naturally, his dynamic style emerged across hues of pink, dark blue, deep brown, and dark sage, complete with plenty of floral embellishments, leopard and floral prints. A whimsical punch came from an additional collaboration with longtime BFF and fellow designer Nigo, while the assortment was complete with revamped takes on Vuitton’s trunks, backpacks, and duffles—including a whimsical lobster-shaped top-handle bag! All images: Courtesy of Louis Vuitton Willy Chavarria  For Fall 2025, Willy Chavarria decamped from New York City to Paris for his latest collection, “Tarantula,” held at the American Cathedral in Paris. The serene setting for the show complemented its themes of powerful resistance and sensitive beauty, seen in Chavarria’s signature boxing shorts, dynamic suiting, and wide-legged denim. However, updated silhouettes were incorporated to the line, which marked the brand’s 10th anniversary: the unisex Chuco suit, Body-Tee bodysuit, and baggy drawcord Toluca pants, plus new jewelry, handbags, and Chavarria’s second footwear collaboration with Adidas. Tonal colors and signature Chavarria symbols delivered an intimate touch, from blooming rosettes to wide-brimmed hats and hues of red, gold, and black. The show notably featured Chavarria’s close friends and fashion community stars as models, including Jerry Lorenzo, J Balvin, Lyas, Honey Dijon, and more. All images: Courtesy of Willy Chavarria Amiri Romance was core to Amiri‘s Fall 2025 collection, which also featured the brand’s first foray at womenswear. Mike Amiri’s latest designs were set in the dreamy Hollywood lounge “Club Amiri,” populated by velvety men’s suits, sharp leather jackets, and plenty of embellished cardigans and sweaters in dark browns and reds, deep green, gold, and inky blue. A similar ethos was seen in his women’s offering, which included complementary relaxed suits and tuxedos—plus draped silk and metallic knit dresses with an array of sleek clutches. The range was complete with the label’s equally sharp Art Deco-inspired eyewear, while gold-dipped roses brought the runway show a luxuriously romantic feel. All images: Courtesy of Amiri AMI-Alexandre Mattiussi For Fall 2025, Alexandre Mattiussi embraced serenity in his latest collection for AMI. A bare brick building in Paris’ Rue du Faubourg Poissonnière neighborhood provided an industrial backdrop to the clothing, which was designed to hold a permanent place in its wearers’ wardrobes. Double-breasted overcoats, silky dresses, wide-legged trousers, and elegantly draped suiting and wide-legged trousers brought an ease to Mattiussi’s crisp palette of brown, gray, black, deep olive, cream, and light gold. AMI’s playful nature remained intact as well, seen in nonchalant nods like open plaid prints and soft leather bags. The show was given added star power with major model runway cameos, including Liya Kebede, Leon Dame, and Karen Elson. All images: Courtesy of AMI Kenzo Nigo took a futuristic approach to his latest Kenzo collection, inspired by the brand’s Fall 1998 “Train Show” runway. In a similar vein, the creative director blended formal and casual dress codes when imagining today’s traveling gents. Mohair-cuffed utility jackets, wide overcoats, smooth sweaters, and buttoned waistcoats were layered over pleated trousers and sharp Japanese denim. Meanwhile, matching trouser and shorts sets with bomber, coach, and aviator jackets were cast in two-toned leathers and colorful floral patterns made by artist Futura 2000. Pouches, totes, and crossbody bags completed the range with a nod to nomadic lifestyles, while Nigo’s playful nature emerged with pops of yellow, red, pink, and blue—which have quickly become his signature colors of choice at Kenzo. All images: Courtesy of Kenzo Officine Générale  Officine Générale‘s Fall 2025 collection was especially intimate—especially as its Cafe Le Rouquet setting was mere meters away from the home of creative director Pierre Maheo! Fulfilling Maheo’s longtime goal of showing at a café, his latest co-ed designs were similarly personal—showcasing the close nature of a neighborhood hotspot. For Officine Générale, that took the form of extra-wide trousers, oversized coats, and plenty of striped shirts, light jackets, and soft sweaters to ward off the winter chill. Finishing touches like vintage books and bouquets nodded to the range of characters that frequent cafés, whether for long stays or a quick coffee pick-up. All images: Courtesy of Office Générale Charles Jeffrey Loverboy Charles Jeffrey looked to themes of passion and rebellion in his Fall 2025 collection for Charles Jeffrey Loverboy. Rooted in the need to push against convention, the designer showed traditional styles in revamped textures and silhouettes—from silky blazers covered in wide stripes to oversized tweed jackets, frayed miniskirts, and more. Punchy crocheted hats, bags, and more added a cheeky edge to the line—fitting, as they were made in collaboration with Pornhub. The line was complete with plenty of Jeffrey’s signature viral banana peels, seen across knee-high boots, motorcycle jackets, beanies, and crossbody bags—both in yellow and eyelet-studded black leather. 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Collar Top,

Collar Top,

The collar top, a versatile and chic piece of clothing, has become a mainstay in modern fashion. Whether you're dressing up for work, a casual day out, or a night on the town, the collar top offers a stylish and sophisticated touch that suits various occasions. Here’s a closer look at why the collar top continues to be an essential garment in wardrobes worldwide.

What is a Collar Top?

A collar top is a shirt or blouse that features a collar, which can vary in style, size, and material. The collar adds a distinctive structure to the top, providing an element of formality and elegance that plain shirts lack. Collar tops can come in various forms, from button-down shirts with classic pointed collars to soft, rounded collars that offer a more relaxed, feminine touch. The fabric choice is just as diverse—ranging from crisp cotton to luxurious silk, knit, or even lace, making this top suitable for every season.

Versatility in Styling

One of the main reasons collar tops have remained popular over the years is their versatility. They can be styled in countless ways, allowing for a look that can be both sophisticated and casual, depending on the choice of accessories and bottoms.

Casual Looks: Pair a collar top with jeans or shorts for an effortlessly stylish, laid-back outfit. A button-down shirt with a relaxed collar can also look great tucked into a skirt or worn loose for a more comfortable approach.

Professional Attire: Collar tops are often associated with workwear due to their neat appearance. A crisp, collared blouse or shirt in neutral tones such as white, black, or navy works well with tailored trousers or a pencil skirt. This style exudes professionalism while still allowing for individuality with subtle design variations like ruffles, embroidery, or delicate pleats.

Evening Wear: For a chic evening look, a collar top made of luxurious fabrics like satin or silk can elevate any outfit. Pair it with high-waisted trousers or a midi skirt for a fashion-forward style, or tuck it into an elegant high-waisted pencil skirt for a more classic look.

Collar Top Styles

Button-Down Collars: This classic style is often the go-to for formal and business settings. The button-down collar keeps the top looking sharp and structured, offering a clean and polished finish.

Peter Pan Collars: Soft and rounded, the Peter Pan collar is a feminine and youthful option. Popularized in the 1920s, this collar adds a whimsical, vintage touch to any outfit. It’s often seen on casual blouses, dresses, and even modern coats.

Mandarin Collars: A collar without a traditional fold, the mandarin collar stands upright, giving a modern, sleek, and often exotic appearance. This collar style is commonly used in both casual and formal shirts.

High Collars: Sometimes referred to as a "turtle" collar or "mock neck," this high neckline offers warmth and an elegant look, often seen in sweaters or tops made for cooler weather.

Bow Collars: Featuring a large bow tied at the front or side, bow-collared tops offer a charming, feminine detail. Often found in blouses and dresses, they evoke a vintage or retro aesthetic.

Collar Tops in Fashion History

The collar top has a rich history, with its roots dating back to the 19th century when women’s blouses were designed with a high, structured collar for modesty. In the 20th century, the collar became a way to showcase femininity, style, and elegance. The 1920s saw the rise of the Peter Pan collar, often seen on the flapper dresses of the time. In the 1960s, the button-down collar became iconic through its association with preppy and professional styles.

In the modern era, the collar top has adapted to many trends, with designers experimenting with collar shapes, colors, and materials. From runway shows to street style, the collar top remains a wardrobe essential for women and men alike.

How to Care for Collar Tops

Proper care is important to maintain the crispness and appearance of your collar tops. To keep the collar in good shape:

Ironing: Ensure the collar is crisp by ironing it gently on a medium heat setting. Always iron the collar before the rest of the top to avoid wrinkles forming later.

Storing: Hang your collar tops in a well-ventilated space to maintain their shape. If you’re storing them for a while, use padded hangers to avoid stretching the collar.

Washing: Follow the fabric care instructions. Delicate fabrics like silk or lace might require handwashing or dry cleaning, while cotton and polyester blends can usually go in the machine.

Conclusion

The collar top is undeniably one of the most enduring pieces of fashion, transcending trends and seasons. Its versatility, ability to be styled in numerous ways, and timeless elegance make it an essential wardrobe item for every fashion lover. Whether you prefer classic, structured collars or more playful, feminine designs, there’s a collar top style for everyone. By investing in a few high-quality options, you can effortlessly elevate your wardrobe and enjoy the charm of this stylish garment for years to come.

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