#Pink Diamond Gala

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this iconic dress 🎀

[mote-historie]

Franz Xaver Winterhalter, Portrait of The Beautiful Empress Elisabeth of Austria nicknamed Sisi (also spelled Sissi) in a pink tulle ballgown (Courtly Gala Dress) with Diamond Stars created by House of Worth. 1865.

Kunsthistorisches Museum in Vienna, Austria. 

[world-of-wales]

CATHERINE'S STYLE FILES - 2011

13 OCTOBER 2011 || The Duchess of Cambridge along with Prince William attended the 100 Women in Hedge Funds gala dinner.

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Naomi Campbell in Chanel at the Met Gala 2023

[etfrin]

The Reward — Coriolanus Snow ♡

⇢☾Warning: NSFW | pinv sex, mirror sex-ish if you squint, dub con if you squint, overstimulation if you squint, face riding, creampie, cunnilingus, unprotected sex (wrap it dumbfucks), snow is his own warming, dom sub undertones, reader has ear piercings, degradation, hints of a toxic relationship, impact play (spanks your ass a few times), dumbfication if you squint, low-key soft! Snow in the beginning | lmk if I forgot anything!

⇢☾Pairing: young president Coriolanus Snow! x fem! Reader

⇢☾Summary: Coriolanus Snow gives you a reward by being gentle af and then by being a mean animal (kinda) dnsjsk🤭

⇢☾A/N: it's 3:00 am and i need to sleep, i thought about Snow taking off my heels after a gala and this was born <3

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Coriolanus Snow was a gentleman but he wasn't gentle. Perhaps this was an alternative universe, a fever dream but you couldn't believe what was happening right now in front of your eyes. Your pupils were in shock, your palms were sweating as you continued to take in the sight.

The sight of Snow being on his knees as he unclasps the belts of your uncomfortable heels. You swallow, “Coryo, you don't have to” but his head tilts up and his eyes are still his. Blue, cold, empty, and never ending like the ocean. A calmness washed over you, the look in his eyes proof enough that this was one of his many tricks to keep you satisfied and happy and you have to indulge him in it.

So you let him gently take off your shoes and set them aside. You await his further actions and let out a soft, small moan as his lips pressed to one of your knees. His mouth keeps pressing wet kisses up to your upper thigh, leaving behind a trail of his saliva on your skin.

This was a reward. Coriolanus was so proud of his pretty and smart wife today. You behaved accordingly in the gala tonight, letting him take the credit for your ideas. You understood your duties and that's why this is one of the few times Coryo will ever kneel for or be this gentle. It's a thank you he can't voice so he does it by his actions.

His lips find themselves kissing inside your inner thigh now, gently nipping the skin as you let out needy mewls. He could see the wet spot forming in your panties and felt the usual pride in his mind bloom. Only he could have you wet so easily and damn, if that didn't skyrocket his ego.

He kissed the wet spot, the juices now glistening onto his pink lips and he pulled back. You whimper as he does, and he wants to coo at you and tease you for being a greedy pet. But he doesn't, it's a reward after all.

He stood up and pressed a kiss to your forehead before his hand grabbed the box of make-up wipes. You still hadn't said a word, letting him do his thing. He gently wiped the makeup off your face, clearing you of the chemicals he hated but you had to apply them to stay in fashion.

His fingers then gently take off the earrings you had worn, and then one by one all the rings you had except the wedding ring of course. His touch had lingered during all of those actions, making your body heat up and your panties soaked. Soft sighs escape you as he continues to adore you in such a gentle manner. As if you're made of the most precious diamond but easily breakable without care.

That's what he might have thought of you. So damn important to his sanity but any action of yours can damn him to hell. A risk, a liability to everything he has. But in his mind, you're worth it all and he has done every single scenario where things can go wrong, so many sleepless nights dedicated to these thoughts.

Snow lands on top.

Nothing you can do can mess him up, nothing. He makes sure of it with his every living breath. It's the reason he can spoil you like this, be a deserving man to his wife otherwise Coriolanus Snow is a monster (and you know that and accept him anyway).

He unzips your dress, his lips now pressing a heated kiss to your nape as his fingertips trace your bare skin. His touch was cold as ice, the heat of your body cooling down to his touch. It gave you relief momentarily but it was clear that you wanted more. The whimper that left your mind as he unclasped your bra was enough proof of that.

With your breasts set free from their confines, Corio’s hands begin to knead your soft tits. His eyes look into the mirror as he watches himself message your soft breasts, his fingers pinching your nipples making the sensitive pebbles hard. He rolls the buds, playing with them until you moan, your body flushing with lust in your veins. You begin to rub your thighs, getting desperate for any sort of friction but you force yourself to stop as he tsks near your ear.

“Don't, doll,” he whispered as one of his hands began the journey of going down on your body, the heat of his palm onto your tummy and then so close to your clothed pussy. “Spread,” he commands and you follow without embarrassment or hesitation.

Your soaked panties come into your view through the mirror and you want to look away from the shyness you still had but didn't. Instead, a whine escapes your lips that makes Coriolanus chuckle. “Such a needy pet. I will take care of you, darling. No need to worry.”

You moan as he refers to you as darling for the first time. Your cunt clenching desperately around nothing as your mind gets dizzy. There was something about how he had said it. Soft and warm, his voice dipping a bit lower as he pronounced the letters and it was tinged with a feeling he wouldn't associate himself with.

Love.

You whimper, “Please” and he hushes you as his fingers snap the band of your panties before he dips a single finger onto your wet folds. He smirks, his face looking into the mirror to gaze into your glazed eyes. “Pathetic,” he muttered and you didn't bother to take offense, his words turning you on as much as his finger circling on your clit was.

A broken moan escapes as his fingers decide to pinch the sensitive nub, and he coats his fingers with your juices. A string of sticky white cream on his digits as he takes his hand out of your panties and places his covered fingers inside the wet carven of his mouth. He expertly sucks clean of his fingers, popping them out of his mouth with an obscene sound.

He smirks to himself as he relishes the taste of you. His. Just his you were. He leaves you there, alone on the chair as he walks to the bed. He wasn't wearing anything except for his pants. His suit and shirt were taken off earlier.

You waited for his further command as he got himself comfortable on the bed. “Come here,” he said and you listen. You take off your wet panties and let them stay ruined on the floor as you practically crawl to Coryo. You straddle him and wait some more.

He doesn't say anything, his face blank but his sky-blue eyes heated. His hands were on your hips, his fingers digging into the flesh there, making sure to grip you tight enough to mark you.

His tongue comes out to wet his rather dried lips. Your breath hitches as you see it and the sight of you being so affected by such a simple action made him feel like a. . . Lord.

He doesn't say anything, but did he need to? You knew him all too well, so you don't question yourself as you begin to move. The new position had you gripping the headboard while his hands shamelessly groped your ass, even occasionally giving small sharp slaps onto the flesh, making it red. It was simply another way of marking you.

Meanwhile, your eyes were closed, your mind forgetting about the existence of reality as his hot breath hit your glistening folds and made you quiver. “Go ahead,” he permits you.

Not even a second later, you begin to ride his face. He groans as his lips meet with your cunt. His tongue begins with broad, messy strokes of your pussy, gathering as much as your juices possible. All the while your eyes roll back and you moan. A sharp slap on the flesh of your ass has you grinding yourself onto his face. His nose nudged your sensitive, swollen clit perfectly as his tongue continued to swirl and flick around your cunt with calculated broad strokes that made you whine his name.

Soon his mouth finds your clit and begins to relentlessly suck your bundle of nerves. You cry out, pleading that this is too much and you can't- can't take it! But your begging was unheard and your pleas turned into louder moans, whimpers for pleas, and more. His sucking gets harsher and the overstimulation makes your mind reel. The warmth that was gathering in your lower body begins to spread all over, turning your bones to jelly and your mind to nothing as you cum onto his face. The rolls of your hips slowly as he continues to lap at all the cream released and your pussy keeps on spasming.

Your mind wanted more so you decided to take more. You had understood this was a reward for being good. So you can be a bit bad for now. So despite his grunt of displeasure as you get off his face, you quickly find yourself getting rid of his remaining clothes.

His cock was hard, the red tip angry and gleaming with pre-cum that coated most of his length. The sight had you salivating. Coryo knew you were nothing more than a cockdrunk slut and he called you that, you feel yourself glow from his words, not finding the word even a little bit degrading.

“I love you,” you mumbled as you lowered yourself onto his cock with a wanton moan echoing through the room. He groans, “Fuck yourself good, pet. You're in charge of your pleasure tonight. Go ahead, dove.”

“Yes, Coryo,” you whine as you feel yourself full of his cock. You felt yourself squeezing his thick length, a gasp escaping you as you tried to get used to his cock without being prepped. A groan could be heard as he felt his dick getting squeezed by your wet, tight cunt.

He wants to fuck into you and he almost does. But Coriolanus Snow was a gentleman and a gentleman kept his word. Especially when he can see his wife looking so fucking pretty being fucked out from his cock merely twitching inside her walls.

“Begin,” he demands, his voice haughty and filled with lust but you weren't ready. However, you couldn't bring yourself to care. You begin to rock your hips, slowly at first, you let yourself savor the action of his cock grinding against every hidden pleasure spot inside of your cunt. You moan as your pussy takes his cock deeper until his tip is pressed right against your g-spot making you see stars. You begin to grind back and forth so he keeps hitting that spot, you begin to sweat, your thighs clenching, and you couldn't keep focus as pleasure feels your every vein and his cock making you dumb. Simple actions seemed impossible to you and you wanted to beg him to take over, to make you cum again and again until you were broken.

He was unaware of your turmoil, his eyes onto the sight where his cock meets with your cunt, the combined fluid of his pre-cum and your slick dripping down onto his skin. The sight was filthy and he loved it. He clenched his jaw, trying so hard to be a patient gentleman to his wife.

He treated this like a test against himself because he knew what you did to his self-control. You aren't going to win this, he's not going to let go. He will not fuck into you like an animal, he refused to.

But was it losing when you were out of it like this? As if you were truly nothing but a dumb slut who just needs to cum. He decided that this wasn't a loss, but a win. He was doing you a favor when his hips began to snap upwards, his cock thrusting inside of you faster than the pace you had set. It was a pity that he felt so that's why he went back to his words. He was in control of your pleasure and he always will be. Self-control had nothing to do with it, he told himself.

You scream out in pleasure as several spanks are delivered onto your ass, turning the flesh red. It was clear that you liked the sting because of how tightly your pussy suffocated his dick after each slap. ‘Fucking whore of a wife’, he thought. He doesn't voice his thoughts but merely grins at the sight of tears filling your eyes. His dick twitched, an indication of being close.

However, he had to make you cum on his cock first. His hips begin to rut in faster into you, his hands holding you down as he thrusts in faster and harder. His dick kissing all of your hidden spots you didn't even know existed, his cock was perfect.

All you could do was take and take the reward he was giving you. Tears of satisfaction fell down your cheeks and it nourished his pride. You begin to ramble as you get closer to the edge. You ramble about how perfect he is, how much you love him, and fuck you can't think- you can't think. He is perfect, perfect, perfect.

Each of your praises makes him fuck you harder, deeper, a thrust so deep that his cockhead kissed your cervix making you gasp from a hint of pain and a hundredfold of pleasure. You begin to cum, and he shallowly thrusts into your cunt as you ride out your high. Your pussy spasms continuously around his cock as you cry out from being overwhelmed.

“That's a good girl,” he coos at you, “that's my girl.” You whine, your mind unable to process his words. You couldn't even sit up anymore, your body falling onto his. He wraps his arms around you, caging you to him. “My perfect wife,” he whispered as he continues to fuck into you despite your protests of being too much.

He doesn't listen to your pleas, his reward for you ultimately was his cum. Now he can't stop until he finds release himself, otherwise, how would you get your gift, right?

So he continues and it doesn't take more than a few minutes to fuck his thick, hot load into your womb. You whimper as his cock slips out and sighs in relief. You were in his arms and will be so for the rest of the night.

Coriolanus Snow wondered briefly if you liked your reward if not, well you have full access to his credit cards.

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Can you do Magneto x reader

Were Magneto finds the reader to ask if they’ll be his queen (NSFW if you feel comfortable)? 🫶🏾

A/N: OF COURSE I CAN. I did turn it into a marriage proposal as well, hope that’s okay! Also this part of their dance made me FERAL over this old man-

Warnings: NSFW, fem! Reader

“Will you rule Genosha beside me…and be my queen?” Erik asked from down on one knee before you, one hand holding yours and the other holding a small velvet box, a beautiful silver ring with a delicate diamond glimmering up at you.

Your heart ceased its beating, your breath caught in your throat, the world seemed to stop around you. It felt like you were the only two people in the world. He chose sunset to propose, the sky was a beautiful shade of pink and brilliant orange outside, accenting his pink lips and beautiful blue eyes gazing up at you with love and adoration.

“Erik, I…yes! Yes of course I will!” You beamed down at him, embracing him when he stood up to kiss you passionately.

Erik had been planning this proposal for some time now, keeping it secret for months by now. The only person that sort of new was none other than Scott Summers (and probably Jean/Madelyne) because he had asked how Scott had proposed to Jean. Other than that, nobody had any idea he would be proposing, including you. The two of you had been together for a few years by now, you shared his same vision of a world built for mutants where they would be safe. You stood beside him and supported him through everything, joined him in leading the X-Men after receiving Charles’ will, defending him when the team defied him. Now, you were at Genosha to attend the gala, welcoming the nation to the UN. With everything going on, Erik didn’t know that this would be the right time to propose, but it just felt right to do it in this moment.

“I love you, Y/N. So much.” He breathed between desperate kisses, his arms wrapped around your waist to hold you as close as humanly possible.

“I love you too, Erik.” You smile into another kiss, keeping his face close to yours by holding the back of his head and standing on your toes to wrap your arm around his neck.

“I never want to leave your side. I want to be with you forever.” He trailed his lips down to your jaw, before attaching to your neck and sucking at your sweet spot just below your ear. You moan slightly at the action, arching into his touch as you subconsciously tug at his silver hair.

“I will be by your side forever.” You promised him, your other hand grabbing a fistful of his suit jacket, pulling him impossibly closer to you as his lips ravaged your neck. “Erik…~”

“Yes, my love?”

“I need you~” you moaned as he left one last mark on your neck, before grinning at you and hoisting you up to carry you, your legs wrapped around his slender waist as his lips reattached to your own.

You opened your mouth slightly to allow his tongue to enter, grabbing at his hair blindly as he walked towards the bed in the spacious penthouse room. He set you down gently on the soft sheets, bending down to be level with you as his hands wandered from where he held your hips to your waist, up your blouse to touch your skin. You felt a shiver run up your spine at the action as you let go of his hair to push his jacket off his shoulders, before he finished taking it off and tossed it aside to the floor. You sat back on the bed a bit to watch him strip his suit off, to which he quickly undid the buttons on his dress shirt and hastily shrugged it off. You but your lip seeing his toned abdomen and pecs, your eyes following the happy trail of silver hair that disappeared behind his pants. You let out a surprised yelp when he grabbed your legs and pulled, causing you to fall onto your back as you felt him kiss your knee, thumbs rubbing your thighs as his kisses trailed up your leg. He pushed your dress up to reach your underwear, pulling them down and off your legs to reveal your pussy, wet and glistening for him.

“My dear, you never cease to leave me breathless~” he purred, kissing your inner thigh once more, never breaking eye contact with you.

“Erik, you-OH!” You moaned out when you felt his tongue make contact with you. Your back arched off the bed and your head instinctively tossed back, your hair fanning out below you as your eyes clamped shut at the feeling. Erik’s calloused hands held your soft thighs in his hands, keeping them spread for him as his tongue worked at your pussy. He moaned into your cunt at your reaction, amused at how just a single swipe of his tongue made you writhe in his hold.

“E-Erik! Yes! Just like that! Right there!” You gasped as his tongue expertly ate you out, knowing the exact right spots to add more pressure to and where to tease just right. Your thighs started clamping around his head, this time he allowed it and let your legs keep him caged between them. His hands gripped out your hips, rubbing your sides as his head started to move more, focused on getting you to cum all over his tongue. You grinned your hips into his face, feeling that familiar coil inside of you begin to tighten as he lapped at your clit, sucking on it before licking it roughly. Your hands flew down to his hair once again and shoved him deeper into you, earning a moan from him at the action, knowing you were close. With a few more swipes of his tongue, you came undone, your body tensing up and shaking as you reached your orgasm. You let out choked moans as he lapped up your juices, cleaning you up and eating you out through your orgasm. Once he was finished, he wiped his mouth before climbing up to lie on top of you, pressing his lips soaked in your cum to yours. You gladly opened your mouth to taste yourself on his tongue, moaning into him as he ran a hand through your hair soothingly.

“I love you. You are so beautiful.” He huffed out, catching his breath as he pulled away just enough to look you in the eyes. “You are the most amazing person I’ve ever met. You are extraordinary, mein Schätzchen.”

“I love you.” You smiled up at him, your hand moving to cup his face. Your thumb stroked his cheek, Erik leaning into your touch as you gazed into each others eyes lovingly. “You’re so determined, so powerful, so admirable. I am honored to stand beside you, Erik.”

“I am honored you stand beside me.” He took your hand and kissed your palm, shutting his eyes to savor your touch for a moment. He leaned down ever so slightly to rest his forehead against yours, your own eyes shutting too to relish in the moment with your new fiancé.

After a few minutes of just holding each other, Erik got up to finish undressing, before he helped you take off your fancy gown for the gala. You kicked off your high heels and unclipped your bra, tossing it aside before you beckoned him back to you with a finger and a smirk adorning your pretty face. Erik of course, couldn’t resist and crawled right back to you and mirrored your grin, before settling between your legs and leaning down to kiss you. One hand held himself up while the other trailed down to your pussy, still sensitive from your first orgasm as his palm rubbed it a few times before you felt two of his fingers enter you.

“Oh, fuck! Erik!” You tossed your head back, your jaw hanging open in a moan as you felt his fingers begin to prep you.

“Oh, the sounds you make for me…” Erik bit his lip as he watched your face contort with pleasure, your chest rising and falling rapidly as he picked up the pace of his fingers, the pad of his thumb grazing against your clit gently. He rested his body against yours to press kisses to the valley between your breasts, movingly his fingers and expertly finding that spot in you that made your hands fly up to claw at his bare shoulders. You choked out moans and whines as you came undone around his fingers, your nails now drawing blood from how hard you gripped him. Erik didn’t even flinch however, keeping himself occupied with leaving hickies on your breasts and sucking on your nipples, his fingers beginning to slow down, before he pulled them out gently and allowed you a moment to catch your breath. He then raised his hand to shove his fingers into your mouth, having you suck them clean of your slick before pressing a kiss to your lips when you were finished. You propped yourself up on your elbows when he moved to align his cock with your entrance, his top prodding at your hole as he pushed you back down onto the bed, grabbing both of your hands and intertwining his fingers with yours and holding them on either side of your head.

“Are you ready?” He asked, as if you hadn’t taken him a hundred times before. He was always caring and loving like that though, always making sure you were comfortable and still enjoying your time in bed with him.

“Yes, love, please!” You begged him, needing him inside of you, feeling so empty and unsatisfied despite already orgasming twice while he hadn’t at all yet. He chuckled at your response, tucking a strand of messy hair behind your ear, before squeezing your hand and starting to push into you. Your mouth opened in a silent moan as you felt him slide in easily, your opening nice and slick from your orgasms, allowing him to easily enter you. Once bottomed out, Erik pressed his forehead to yours to allow you both a moment, before his hips began to move.

“Y/N, you feel so…oh! God, I love you!” Erik groaned as he felt you squeeze around him, your lips finding his jaw and placing sweet kisses on it to encourage him to keep going. His hands clutched yours tightly, and he let out a small moan as your soft lips danced along his jawline.

“Show me how much you love me~” you purred up at him, one of your hands leaving his own to tangle in his hair, pulling his face towards yours to capture his lips against your own. The both of you moaned into the kiss as he picked up his pace with his hips, his now free hand grasping at one of your breasts and fondling it. Your breath hitched when his tip hit you deep inside, sending a shiver up your spine and making your hand clamp around his at the feeling.

“Oh! Right there! Right there! Please, Erik!” You broke the kiss with him, your eyes rolling into the back of your head as he hit that spot again and again. You let out a loud moan when he began hitting that spot harder and faster, using his free hand to now hold himself up on the bed for support. Erik smiled down at you as you began to writhe beneath him, your hips moving to meet his now as you wrapped your legs tightly around his waist, not wanting him to go anywhere.

“I’m here.” He chuckled at your desperation, holding your hand firmly and raising it to kiss the back of it. “I’m here, Y/N.”

“E-Erik! I-I’m gonna…! Oh! Fuck! Erik!” You began to scream, feeling yourself begin to reach the edge.

“That’s it…cum for me, my love. I’m almost there too.” He panted above you, continuing his pace and feeling you tighten even more around him, making it harder to push in and out of you as your pussy sucked him back in. You whimpered as you neared your high, your hand that was tangled in his hair moving to scratch at his shoulder blades again, needing something to ground you as you finally toppled over the edge. Your body spasmed and shook, letting out a screaming moan at the intensity of your orgasm as he fucked you through it. You soon felt Erik cum inside of you, his warm sperm filling you as he moaned with you, his hips shaking and stuttering against your own.

Once your climaxes both dissipated, Erik pulled out of you and collapsed beside you on the bed, chest heaving as he caught his breath. You felt your body twitch from the orgasmic shocks coursing through you as you moved to lay on your side, resting your cheek against his pec. Erik kissed you on the forehead and ran a hand through your hair, resting his lips on your soft skin and relishing in the moment with you, basking in the intense love the both of you felt in the air for each other.

“We should get ready for the gala. People will wonder where we are.” You finally spoke after minutes of silence, lifting your head to look at him and cup his face in your hand.

“Let them wonder for a few moments more.”

[colourstreakgryffin]

Hiiii

Can you make another Alastor x Rarity reader like I love it sm and I need more 😭😭❤️

If you do thank youuuu

I definitely can! My dear @sillyalastor, here will be yours and @nenerobobot’s post for Rarity-reader and Al! I hope you both like our kinda short follow up to the Radio Demon and his Drama Queen!

Alastor- Diamond Trio

Alastor knows how much of a detail-orientated and fussy woman you are, and he knows fashion colours, stitching processes, habits, facts and more on the top of his head. He knows what is considered eggshell white and what is considered ivory white. That’s how much time he spends with you

Alastor has been teaching you some new recipes, ones that get a bit messy. Whilst, you’re very worried about getting food on you and is wearing about five layers of protection each time you cook with him. He finds it cute and cheers you on for you being so precise and careful with the measurements. You’ll stand there for five minutes making sure the water percentage is just perfect and he thrives off that

Alastor is not a fan of you being friends with any of the Overlords except Rosie, so when he finds out, you befriended a fellow fashionista Velvette. He is supportive of your wishes but he is glaring down Velvette and threatening her behind your back to not hurt you or he’ll hurt her. Needless to say… Al’s protective and he doesn’t tolerate any of your friends trying to ruin your spirits or your work

So that means, if anybody rejects your outfit choice and creation you made for them, even politely. Alastor will hunt them down. You’re generous and you should be praised for that generosity. Alastor takes everything you give him, if he doesn’t like it, he’ll merely ask for some additions. He won’t ever demand a new outfit or item

Now. How did you and Alastor meet, you ask? You met him at a grand gala. It mainly consisted of Overlords but some Sinners can be invited and you were one of those rare sinners brought over to this incredible party

Alastor had been quite intrigued by you, the moment he saw you. A gorgeous, classy, sophisticated sinner dressed in the most pretty, regal maroon pink dress he has ever seen. You had attended this ‘best night ever’ party in hopes to find your prince, the man of your dreams and when you ran into a prissy but handsome Overlord that screamed prince-like grace, you immediately latched onto him. Unaware that you’re actual prince is the one Overlord all the guests avoided like the plague

Alastor couldn’t bring himself to just ignore the only shining jewel within this boring, prim and proper high-class party. He was so uninterested that he only got entertainment, out of talking to his dear friend, Rosie. So after some quick consideration, he begun to secretly follow you and your… date around the large palace hosting this gala. He was curious on what you’d do and the disgust he felt over this Overlord acting so uncharming and so harsh to a sweet lady such as yourself. He doesn’t tolerate women of radiance being disrespected

Alastor is so glad that you finally put your foot down after all the treatment: that ‘Prince’ of a Overlord making you pay for treats, making you give up the cushion seat, taking your rose for himself, making you throw your gorgeous silky-fabric shawl over a puddle so neither of you would slip. No gentleman should treat his lady this way and his blood is boiling in pure disgust at his fellow Overlord. The final straw is when that Overlord used you as a shield to block off the pretty strawberry icing cheesecake that came flying at the pair of you

Alastor watched from the sidelines with much pride and respect, over you talking that Overlord down and proclaiming he is a royal pain but of course, that ‘prince’ only cared about his looks and was scared of you drenched in the cake. Shaking off some of the cake on your dress, hair and face to get it onto the Overlord, out of raw rage. You ended up stomping out of the main big dance ballroom, furious and on the verge of crying. Leaving that ‘date’ of yours behind

Alastor couldn’t stop himself from following you. He was curious how a pretty mid-atlantic accented lady would handle being humiliated and having lashed out against her ‘date’ in front of almost ALL of the guests in the Gala. Your pretty sparkly almost diamond-like eyes poured tears, smudging your nice mascara and light blue eyeshadow as you stomped into the pretty empty gardens and cried out your rage

Oh. Alastor didn’t like seeing somebody so innocent and done no wrong mistreated like this. Even if it was amusing, he doesn’t like it

So, he finally approaches you after a few seconds of watching you vent out your feelings through sobs. His strong sharp crimson red eyes going from your forehead golden crown to the glass plumps to the still damp shawl tied around your shoulders in a classy princess style. You’re the most beautiful guest at this sorry excuse of a Gala. Alastor folds one arm behind his back, his own gala-style black, white and red coloured suit making his red and black colouration pop as he presents you with a rose

“I believe this is yours, my dear” Your glassy eyes turned over to look at him, the almost folded, multi-layers of your dress hugging your curves and hiding your leg movements as it just felt like this night went from the worst to the best. Is this the actual gentleman you’ve always wanted?! Gently reaching out, you’re a bit intimidated by how strong his glare is, how visible his golden yellow fangs are through that wide open grin, with how menacing his long fingers are

Taking the still stemmed rose from Alastor, you didn’t even know his name but you wished you did… you are a bit scared he may be a fake like that awful Overlord you were chasing after just before but he seems friendly enough. Alastor lifts up your hands with his single one, precisely placing the rose into your prettily curled and tied up hair, just above your bangs before speaking once more. His entire presence leaking charm, grace and poise

“Shall we dance?”

You were a bit shy, still drenched in destroyed layered cake batter but Alastor didn’t even chuckle at how ruined your clean, neat look is now. He merely snaps his fingers and like that, all the sweet confectionery remains are gone and all the ruffled, ripped or knotted parts of your dress and hair is smoothed out to perfection, as well as your slightly wet shawl back to being completely dry and your makeup returned to more presentable. Just like how you looked when you entered this Gala and when Alastor first saw you. Taking a deep breath, your cheeks flustered and blushy

You take his hand and with a single tug, you and him are dancing together in the calm, breezy, beautiful gardens of the giant gala palace, no music, no other prissy annoying guests. Just the plants, the animals and you two

Your eyes are no long filled to the brim with tears, anger and heartbreak. You’re now developing a sense of admiration and awe at Alastor being so gentlemanly and sweet with you in seconds flat, he’s treating you the way you wanted that blueblood ass to treat you and it’s making your heart flutter. Twirling slowly in a nice slow steady waltz, the only music ringing is the sound of the nearby birds singing

That night was the best night ever

[pennylanewrites]

[used to be my girl] levi ackerman x f!reader

inspired by used to be my girl by the last shadow puppets

cw + what to expect: cheating, alcohol consumption, smoking, unprotected sex, oral (f! receiving), creampie, levi is mean and a tease, marking, missionary and lotus position

find part two here

you loved your partner, erwin. you really did, but god, he was so…vanilla. and you never came with him.

only when you were thinking of your ex instead.

you hated it so much, but sex with levi was so good. he knew exactly where to touch you, kiss you, what position made you scream his name. and you needed to feel that way again so, so bad.

but you and levi were long over. he broke up with you when you became a squad leader, never really explaining why. but you knew well he was just scared. levi had lost too many people in his life, that any new ones he just pushed away. you never tried reasoning with him, you knew it would fall on deaf ears anyway.

and then, you and erwin smith became much, much closer than before. all those late nights in his office, discussing tactics and helping him with mountains of paperwork brought you closer, and closer, until you were sharing secret kisses in dim-lit hallways, until he changed the squad positions to have you close to him, until he fell down on one knee two years later and asked you to marry him when everything was over. of course you said yes, and you were beaming and showing off that tiny diamond on your finger, until everything went to shit.

hange had warned you that erwin is in love with his job. you just never knew it would get so bad, to the point he came to sleep in your shared bed once every two weeks, only pecked your lips in a rush when you asked, only fucked you once in a full moon.

you were still in love with levi ackerman. and now you were standing at the annual gala for the survey corps, in a long blue gown, staring your ex boyfriend up and down. your table was filled with wine glasses, and someone would think you had company, but you were all alone since the start of the event. levi was listening to hange babbling about whatever, his pink lips in contact with a whiskey glass every few seconds.

god, you could eat him up right then and there.

what am i thinking? you brought your cold palm against your burning cheek, opting to look for your fiancé instead. he was nowhere to be found, of course. a gala basically in his honour and he was gone.

your eyes fell on levi again. he was wearing a black button-down, sleeves rolled up and black pants. so simple, but so, delicious.

the glass almost fell from your hand when he locked eyes with you.

oh god, he’s coming. make a turn, make a turn, don’t-

“hey, levi.” you gave a half embrace and kissed his cheek, your cheap lipstick leaving a faint red mark right on his cheekbone.

“you look beautiful.” was all he said. “and drunk.”

“i’m not drunk,” you scoffed, “this is my second drink.”

“what, in the last ten minutes?” he motioned to the table and your cheeks turned bright red. “where’s your husband?” his tongue was bitter with sarcasm.

“he’s not my husband. and i don’t know.” you mumbled, embarrassed. what kind of fiancée doesn’t know where her partner is?

“want to get some air?” you only nodded, following him out of the main hall and to a bench overlooking the walls. it was a starry night, the moon was full and you felt like a teenager again. just like you were when you and levi first met.

you watched intently as his hand reached in his pocket for a packet of slim cigarettes. he sighed when he realised his lighter was nowhere to be found, but you came quickly to his rescue. opening your purse, you took out a silver lighter, the initials L.A engraved on the side in tiny letters. levi was surprised you still had that, his eyes never leaving that stupid rock on your ring finger as he let you light his cigarette. he offered you one as well, now his turn to light it for you. your eyes met his. were you wrong to think they were full of longing? was he wrong to think yours were filled with regret?

“don’t tell him i’m smoking.”

“dear husband doesn’t allow it?” you rolled your eyes at his comment.

“he just hates it.”

“it’s a good thing he doesn’t kiss you then. he won’t smell it on your breath.” you turned your head surprised. how did he know?

“everyone knows, y/n.” he replied without you even having to ask. you sighed, staring at the burning cigarette in your hand.

“great. the survey corps’ walking anecdote, ladies and gentlemen.” you bowed to an invisible audience, leaning back on the bench with a frustrated sigh.

“what are you even doing with him?”

“it’s none of your business.”

“it is when i hear you moaning in the supply closet every night.” you let out a surprised gasp. how did he say these things so freely?

“the only person masturbating around cleaning products could be you, levi.”

“then who’s that moaning my name in there? every single night. at 2 o’clock sharp.” his voice came out in a whisper, lips touching your ear as he spoke. shivers ran down your spine and your eyes were burning with guilty tears.

“sounds like you have a secret admirer.”

“sounds like erwin can’t make you cum.”

“shut up!” you got up, looking out in the distance. two familiar arms snaked around your waist, locking against your lower stomach. wet lips came in contact with your neck, and you wanted to pull away so bad. to leave, run to your fiancé and kiss him.

but you couldn’t. and you didn’t.

because it was levi you were in love with.

“levi,” you whimpered and he swore his knees would give right then and there.

“shh. let me have this, let you have this.” he was kissing that spot right behind your ear, his hands roaming your body over your dress.

“someone could see us, levi.” you warned him.

“bet it would turn you on.” fuck, he knew what he was doing. “my room. ten minutes.”

levi went around the building and you went back into the main hall, falling right into erwin’s arms.

“i’ve been looking all over for you.” he scanned your face with worried eyes. “you look…”

“i can feel a migraine starting, erwin. i was just out getting some air.”

“okay, go get some sleep, alright? i’ll be in soon.” your heart skipped a beat.

“no, have fun tonight. you deserve it.” you reached up and kissed his lips softly, tears brimming your eyes.

you practically sprinted to levi’s room, head spinning and heart pounding like crazy. you knocked on the door and levi opened in mere seconds, as if he was standing right behind it waiting for you.

“you took too long.” he took you in his embrace, letting his forehead touch yours as you shut the door behind you.

“i ran into erwin.” you bit your bottom lip when levi showed the slightest hint of annoyance. he pushed you against the door, protecting the back of your head with his hand.

“yeah? did you tell him you’re gonna fuck your ex?”

“n-no.”

“you should have. because he’ll take one look at you tomorrow and he’s going to know.” his lips were attached on your neck, your jaw, your collarbone. god, you missed his touch. you missed needing him.

“levi,”

“what?” his voice didn’t show, but he was worried. scared you’ll regret this and leave, run off to erwin and tell him everything.

“kiss me, please.” you didn’t have to ask a second time, because his lips were slamming against yours, and he was so, so hungry. he lowered his body and his hands were around your thighs. you let him lift you up, wrapping your legs around his torso, letting you take him into the bedroom. two candles lit the room up, and you were hit with memories as soon as he dropped you on the mattress.

“take that off.” he instructed and you began unzipping your dress, but he stopped you. “i meant that.” he pointed at your finger. you didn’t give it a second thought, placing the ring in your purse and throwing it on the floor. “now that.” he pointed at your dress as he undressed himself too. you were too focused on the tricks the flame played on his chiselled abs, his strong veiny arms and muscular thighs.

god, he looked like a greek statue.

“can’t even do that yourself?” he took matters into his own hands, slowly taking your dress off before pushing you down again. he fell on top of you, his knees on either side of your hips and leaned down to kiss you. your lips were locked in place perfectly, like the last two pieces of a puzzle you couldn’t finish.

you took your bra off and let it fall on the floor with the rest of your clothes. levi’s lips latched onto your nipple, his fingers rolling the other one. you arched your back off the bed, moaning softly in his ear. his erection hit against your panties and suddenly you were going crazy.

you needed him. now, and forever. you rolled your hips against him as he kissed your body hungrily, watched him as he slid down until his teeth caught the bow on your underwear. he took them off as quick as he could.

“tell me, does he do this?” he asked, leaving a kiss on your clit. god, you were embarrassingly wet.

“he does…” you looked away, but levi reached your jaw with his hand and made you stare at him.

“but?”

“he doesn’t know where to touch me.” you mumbled.

“does he touch you here?” you felt the pads of his fingers come in contact with the top of your clit. you nodded no. “here?” he asked, slowly pulling his fingers down, to that spot that made your stomach tighten.

���no.”

“that idiot doesn’t know what he’s missing then.” was the last thing levi said before his tongue slipped into your folds. your hand fell on his head, as if out of instinct, and you pulled on his perfectly styled hair, guiding him right where you wanted him. a row of fuck, shit, oh god came out of your mouth. how long has it been since you felt this way? your fingers didn’t do even half of what levi was doing to you right now.

“levi, i’m coming.” you warned and he looked up at you as he added two fingers to the mixture, entering your slick cunt. you couldn’t look away from those mesmerising gray eyes as you moaned in pleasure and that knot in your stomach came undone. levi slowed down until he was off your pussy completely, now coming up to you again.

“has he ever made you this wet?” he kissed you, making you taste your juices mixed with his saliva.

“never.” you were telling the truth. levi was the only man who could ever do this to you. he was like magic.

“can i fuck you?”

“yes, please.” you whined when levi slapped his cock against your clit and you looked up at him through eyelashes painted black, silently begging for him to fuck you. he didn’t wait any longer to enter your cunt, his eyes rolling to the back of his head. he adjusted your legs around his ass and leaned down, chests touching, to kiss you.

“you can’t even kiss me?” he teased. how could you? you were a moaning mess, getting louder with every harsh, slow thrust. even though erwin was much bigger than him, levi filled you up perfectly in every way.

he was made for you.

you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, sucking on his neck and those pretty collarbones to muffle your moan. leaning back, you admired the purple and red marks before smiling at him. levi could melt right then and there.

he picked up the pace, fucking you fast into the mattress.

“please, please, please!”

“what, coming again?” he chuckled, brushing a stray strand of hair from your eye. “how long has it been, y/n? since someone made you come?”

“too-too long.” you breathed out.

“two years? two and a half?” you knew what he was doing. trying to make you admit he was the last man to make you orgasm.

“oh god, i’m coming!” your walls clenched around his dick, making him moan in pleasure. “levi, levi hold me.”

“i’m holding you.”

“more.” you needed his arms around you. you needed to become one again.

levi pulled you up and into his lap and you wrapped your legs around his torso, arms roaming his back, scratching it. he held you tight, slamming you up and down his cock until you were coming again, and again…

“missed this pussy,” he whined when he felt you clenching again, “missed your claws on my back.”

“give me all of it, levi.” you whispered in his ear and he lifted you up, hips bucking into the back of your thighs as he reached that spot he knew drove you mad. he was close, you could tell. oh god, you didn’t want this to end.

“fuck, i’m gonna-”

“inside me.” you didn’t let him finish. you wanted to feel all of him so bad.

“does erwin cum inside?”

“he doesn’t. he thinks it’s filthy.”

“good. this pussy’s…” his sentence was cut short with a groan and you felt a new, familiar warmth inside you, as he brought you down to fit all of his length, “all mine.” he whispered.

out of breath, you stared at each other. you didn’t want him to pull out. it would all become too real. but your juices combined were making a mess on his lap, so you slowly got up, heading for the bathroom. levi was hot on your heels, accepting the towel you took out for him. you looked at him through the mirror with a sad smile and he returned a serious gaze.

“don’t say this was a mistake.” he blurted out when you opened your mouth to speak. “don’t say anything.” he spun you around and hugged you tight. you could feel his warm breath on your neck, his fingers leaving white marks where he held you, his toes touching yours.

“i have to go.” your voice was shaky. tears fell down your cheeks and dropped on levi’s back, startling him. he pushed you softly and wiped your tears with his thumbs.

“stay.”

“i can’t. i’m sorry.” you kissed his cheek and left. levi didn’t come into the bedroom. he waited for you to get dressed, and only when he heard the front door did he go into the room.

he spotted your bag, forgotten on the floor. with a sigh he took it, sat on the bed and opened it. lipstick, his lighter, cigarettes. your engagement ring. he took it in his hand, inspecting it against the light. he leaned to open the top nightstand drawer, a red slick wooden box the only thing inside it. he opened it, comparing the two rings.

“mine’s better. cheap piece of shit.”

[asunflowerana]

mishaps — Itoshi Rin

“I love you, Rin.”

He swallows the rest of whiskey in his glass, the malt and alcohol burning his throat as he tries to chug it all down. He wants to suppress his senses and hush his mind, anything to stop the non-stop aching in his heart.

He just wants to forget, but the remorse keeps whispering in his head, from the moment his eyes found your figure among the mingling bodies in the room. Someone he hasn’t seen in years, that he didn't realised how much he longed for until now. The gentle tone of your voice, your bright smile when you saw something you liked, the twinkle in your eyes whenever you watched one of his matches; the feeling of holding you, having you right there between his arms even though a brief moment, made most of his days in high school. The sound of his name running through your honey lips, excited, apprehensive, sad, hopeful.

Once, Rin had all of you versions. Now, he can only get a small, superficial glimpse, which is still beautiful because it’s a part of you.

He wants to have the whole you again.

But how could he, after what he said?

“Rin.” As if his problems couldn’t get any worse, he hears Sae's voice close to him, taking the opportunity to sit on the free stool aside his. Shoulders tensing, Rin anticipates another pitiful conversation, wondering if he could be fast enough to make up a small excuse and escape to the bathroom. It’s hard enough to have your own mind reminding you of your mistakes; he doesn't want to hear it from Sae too.

Not that he can stop him, anyway. 

“Your teammates are looking for you. That lanky guy wants a couple of pictures for the press” Ego. He almost forgets why he's in this party, among futile golddiggers, instead of the safety of his home. 

With the promising future of Blue Lock 11, the company held a gala event to promote the project and acquire more sponsorships. All the eleven best players were obligated to make an appearance, in addition to some guests of honor, renowned players, soccer club presidents, and some contemplated journalists. 

A game of pretenses, appearances, and a lot of money involved. Another reason he wants to leave as soon as possible. This party was over before it even started for him.

“Not interested.” He lifts his hand to the barman for another round. He doesn't even bother to turn his face toward his brother, keeping his piercing eyes away from attention. The pink-haired man beside him chuckles, finding the scene too amusing. 

“You know, she moved on quite quickly.” Rin clenches his jaw. Sae knows exactly how to push his buttons, and the bastard won't stop until he gets a reaction out of him. “Why are you so pitiful? It's not like you didn't reject her in the first place.”

Words that stings like alcohol on a fresh wound. Why cant' he just leave him alone? His situation is torturing enough. He can’t help but glance at the happy couple a few meters away, slow-dancing on the dancefloor with a sickening fond gaze at each other, as if they're the only thing that matters there.

Red take sover his vision, watching that man’s arm wrapped around your waist, bringing your bodies close to each other in a embrace. An intimacy that not him, but his own teammate created with you.

Hyoma Chigiri it's the name of the man who stole the happiness Rin refused in the past. The man who hasn’t taken his eyes and hands off you, earning your smiles and flustered giggles as he impeccably leads you on, just like in those scenes from fairytales. The man who doesn’t need pointless words to express how beautiful you are, but do it with honesty, just by staring at you.

The man who placed a gold, diamond ring on your right finger, as a promise of his unending love for you.

Rin wants to break him apart right there, but he chooses to gulp down his replaced dose of beverage, the only thing that can hold him down, as ironic as it is. He ends it in one shot, having enough of this terribly and long night.

“Tell them I left sooner.” Not waiting for an answer, he places a tip on the counter to the bartender, poor guy did quiet a good job at bearing his grumbles and sorrow. Ego probably won’t like his departure, he hasn't shown much of himself through the night, but in the end of the day, Rin doesn't give a care. 

“Running away, I see.” Sae scratches his chin, observing his younger brother's. It's not a situation he could intervene even if he wanted to, but man, it’s irritating to watch Rin's childishness, preferring to sulk in silence instead of fighting for what he lost. You loved him before, you could love him again. He might be a good player now, but he's still as dumg as ever.

“Maybe it was for the best. She wouldn’t be happy with a coward dragging her down, anyway.”

Rin stills. His brother should thank heaven for the few steps he took away from him, or he would have a bloody broken nose for everyone to see. It would be unfair, though, because he doesn't disagree with him. He does wants to get you back, but no amount of trys will change the fact that he rejected you. You wouldn’t forgive him, even if your eyes no longer hold resentment when gazing at his

Now, they hold indifference. Maybe a bit of politeness you grant for people you've just met, but it's not the same way you used to look at him. And that's so much worse, ‘cause it means that what you both had lost its significance; as if he's no longer worth keeping in your memory.

“Good evening, Itoshi.” IIt's how you greeted him earlier, with nothing but cordiality. 

He was never Itoshi to you. He was Rin, your Rin.

“I love you, Rin”

“....I don’t.”

Two words. Two cursed words, coming so easily out of his mouth, made him lose everything. Everything, over a stupid teenager pride. Love was not on young Rin's plans, the only goal filling his mind was to become the world's best striker, and defeat his brother. Love would be a waste of time and effort, and he didn’t want anything to disrupt his ambition.

His own mind disrupts him now.

Giving a final, challenging gaze at his brother, he mumbles. “Don't talk to me as if you were better.” And then he leaves, taking the phone from his pants pocket to order a taxi back to the dorm. He’ll probably practice a few extra hours the next day to make up for the misfortune, but he doesn’t mind. 

As long as he forgets, anything will do.

n/a: writing angst is so bittersweet... rinrin will have his redemption, i hope😬

© asunflowerana 2024 — all rights reserved.

[fairene]

divine / ln sneak peek

sneak peek for a new lando x fem!reader oneshot 😏

warning: minors dni!!, language, smut (not in this sneak peek, but there will be.)

hoping to stay consistent. reader's dress is inspired by phoebe dynevor's met gala gown, but always up to you on what she wears. the color is only mentioned once throughout the piece.

as always, i am open to taking requests. don't be afraid to hit me up hehe 💗 this should be posted within the next few days...!!

“look at you,” lando stood to his feet this time, entirely too enamoured to stay seated patiently like a dog on the couch. he approached you from behind on the pedestal, his fingers careful as he traced up the fabric around your hips, your back. you shivered into his touch. 

the dress had been a light pink, blush tone, sheer fabric with embroidered flowers. it had a long train behind it, fabric over a shoulder, sewn and stitched in a myriad of ways that you couldn’t follow. it was utterly perfect against your skin. it wasn’t too tight, but it was form fitting enough to be appropriate. around your breasts was where the embroidery thickened, covering your nipples from the light breeze in imola’s air. 

“do you like it?” you breathed, turning your head over your shoulder to lando who was dazed as he stared at you in the mirror. he turned his head to look up at you from your heightened position on the platform. there were no words that could convey the look in his eyes– sheer heat, desire, love– that he had for you. 

he swallowed. his pants were painfully hard around his cock. 

you were the most beautiful thing he ever laid eyes on. the only one who could make him turn his head, make him drool, have him fall to his knees. and in this dress, especially. 

“baby,” he sighed, controlling his hands the best he could from wanting to rip it off of you, fuck you in this wardrobe. “you’re divine.”

you blushed, turning your head away from him. he always had you like this. speechless, puddy in his hands. you were entirely susceptible to his charm, and it had you melting at every twist and corner of his beautifully shaped lips. 

“i have something for you,” he whispered, getting your attention back on him when he offered his hand for you to step down from the pedestal. you took it, eyes widening with wonder at what he could possibly have. you raised a brow, letting your same hand grip onto his forearm. 

he reached into his pocket and pulled out a necklace. the chain was long, but modest, and had a glowing diamond emblem embellished at the center. stable so it didn’t fling around the entire chain. you gawked as he held it out for you. you shifted closer to him until your body was perpendicular to his, your shoulder brushing into his chest. 

it was a necklace that had his “ln4” logo on it. imbued with diamonds. 

your fingers reached out to trace the beautiful charm, the weight of the diamonds alone was absolutely intimidating. you felt undeserving of such a piece, but prideful that he wanted it to be yours. 

“lan,...” you were breathless when you turned to look up at him, his pupils dilating with yours meeting his. “it’s beautiful.” 

“you said you’ve been looking for necklaces,” that was true. your neck had been far too bare. “and i’m too selfish to let you walk around without a part of me.” 

you smiled. his honesty was always refreshing. his devoting nature was so unnatural, but it was so homely. you loved him. every part of him. 

“turn around for me, love.” he kept a hand on your hip when you spun, chills flying up your spine when you felt his fingers around your neck. you gulped, arching your back when you felt the contact. so receptive, he wanted to say, but held his tongue. 

he was swift with the clasp but he let his fingers trail down your exposed back, sheathed lightly by the fabric. you bit your lip to consolidate any noise, but were becoming riled with his hands on you. 

the necklace glimmered in the mirror when you stared agape. it sat perfectly at the center of your chest, unable to be missed by any passerby. you were his. lando norris’ girlfriend. his entire life. 

“i love it,” you murmured, your fingers gracing the pendant. you turned around and threw yourself into his arms. he caught you like he always did, arms wrapping around your waist with a deadly grip. but you would die happily here, you thought. in his strong arms, loved, and content. 

“you’re sure?” he questioned when his head burrowed into the side of your neck. he was nervous that you wouldn’t, thinking that he may have gone too far. 

your hands found his cheeks, raising his head to meet your eyes. 

“i love it.” you smiled. “want everyone to know ‘m yours.”

god

he was going to fuck you right there. right here. 

if not here, then tonight. tonight he would ruin you. bring you to tears around his cock, his fingers, his tongue. if there was one thing about him, it's that he knew how you worked. it would only take you minutes to come, record time for any man that’s laid his hands on you. no one compared to lando.

and he was going to fuck you so you knew it. 

SMIRKS

[yeetus-feetus]

Random ra'stim idea:

What if they just don't tell anyone. Like Ra's quietly courts Tim the old fashioned way but like on the down low.

Tim's bookcase is slowly being filled with love poems written in Arabic, he gets his ears re-pierced but he's not wearing Alvin Draper's earrings- he's wearing emeralds and jade.

He starts wearing fine fabrics to Gala's, professional but not a western style suit, and that's where Damian starts catching on. Because he knows these types of clothing intimately, and Drake is too white to have picked such outfits out on his own.

Then there's a ring. Gold banded, studded in tiny green gemstones that seem to glow when viewed from certain angles and a large diamond to top it off. When Stephanie admires it and asks about it, Tim tells her it's his mother's, something he found going through her old jewellery box. But it's obviously foreign- His excuse is his parents former line of work. Damian knows better, he just doesn't have anything to back up his suspicions.

Tim is seeing someone. Why is he keeping it a secret? Why is he wearing foreign jewellery and why is his Arabic now so perfectly spoken.

Then there's the kohl Tim starts wearing to special events, the same kind his own mother wears. The same kind Ra's wears.

Damian tries to convince Grayson that something is going on between Tim and the LOA. That Tim is romantically involved with someone. It couldn't be his mother, and there's only one other person who wears that same green fabric Drake had draped himself in just the other day.

But Damian is brushed off. Told to stop being paranoid and to leave Tim alone. And the others are too busy to listen to him, or simply don't want to.

Dick, though, doesn't admit to the younger that he too is starting to grow just a little bit suspicious.

Then there's the second ring. A thick, shiny gold band inscribed with Arabic text, and Damian is sure to point it out when they all end up in the same room. Tim tries for the excuse he used for the last ring, but Damian points out clearly that it's written in a way specific to the league only.

Tim is pink in the face, but he manages to keep his other features otherwise expressionless as he gaslights Damian, claiming that he is being absurd.

Finally Dick steps in to back Damian up. Dick is a bullshit artist himself, and he can see through the gaslighting immediately.

"You married my grandfather didn't you, Drake?" Damian hisses out.

Tim only frowns at the fourteen year old. "I'm 19 and a CEO, I can do what I want. There's a reason I never told anybody about us."

"He intends to clone you for an heir to replace me, Drake, have you forgotten that!?" Damian asks.

"less pressure on you. Now you only need to focus on becoming the next Batman," Tim shrugs in reply.

"woah wait!" Stephanie speaks up. "How can you be so okay with the whole cloning thing??"

Tim shrugs again. "It is what it is."

"fuck off, you are not using a meme to justify this right now", Jason says in disbelief.

"Tim who are you texting??"

He looks up from his phone with a small smile. "I'm getting my husband to pick me up y'all are lame, peace out ✌️😙"

"Tim! You come back here this instant!"

"You're not my dad!"

[the-jewel-catalogue]

Personal Jewels 15/?

Catherine wore a large pair of diamond and pink gemstone earrings that have been in her collection since at least 2011.

The first occasion she wore them was for the Women in Hedge Funds Gala but they’ve also been worn at a birthday party for King Charles at Buckingham Palace and the BAFTAS. When they were first worn, Catherine regularly wore costume jewelry to important events and it was thought these could possibly also not be the real deal. Because we’ve now seen them for over 10 years at formal events I think it’s safe to say they are absolutely real.

Because they were first worn in 2011 I think it’s safe to guess they were probably a wedding present earlier that year.

[lovelyleclercs]

Kissing Santa Claus- CL16

Charles Leclerc X Fem!Reader

->Charles dresses up as Santa at the end of the year gala, but your little Juliette catches you kissing Santa.

word count: 1835

warnings: not proof read, probably incredibly cheesy, mentions of deep kisses

A/N: this is from the same universe as 'missing home' so many of you love that story and ask for more, so here is another writing of that!

The end of the year prize giving gala was a newer tradition for your family. In years past, Charles had always finished fourth or lower in the championship standings, meaning he didn’t earn an invite to the gala. This year was different though. 

With Charles winning the title this year, it meant that he was due to be the star of this year's gala. He wasn’t exactly thrilled about it, events like this were never something he typically enjoyed, but he was thankful that he would at least get to spend the long evening with both you and little Juliette. 

You had dressed yourself in a long forest green gown, one that matched the color of Charles’ tie. The sleeves were puffed, giving the gown more of a disney princess look. You paired the dress with a small pair of nude heels, as well as a diamond necklace and earrings that Charles had gifted to you as a push present when you had Juliette.

Juliette was dressed in a pink dress- one that she had picked out herself just for this very event- as well as small black flats and some skin toned tights. She was so excited for this event, as she had been told that she would get to see her papa receive his big trophy. 

When you arrived at the gala, the limo pulled up at the end of the red carpet, allowing you to go straight to the interviews and photographers on your way into the building, where no media personnel were allowed- thank god. 

Charles climbed out of the limo first, acting as a wall to protect you and Juliette from any photographers just in case either of you had a wardrobe malfunction while climbing out. 

You climbed out after Charles, fixing your dress quickly before picking Juliette up into your arms. You and Charles both knew that the red carpet was going to be the hardest part of the night for Juliette. She hated all the flashing lights and all of the people calling her name. No matter how often it happened around her, she still had yet to get used to it. 

As the three of you approached the spot where photos were allowed you be taken, Juliette wrapped her little arms around your neck and buried her face into your shoulder, shielding herself from all of the commotion. 

You let the photographers snap a few photos of the three of you, before you let go of Charles' hand and indicated that you were going to step inside to allow Juliette calm down before the event started. 

When you made it into the building, you quickly found your assigned table- right up front, close to the stage as expected- and sat down, placing little Juliette in your lap. “Are you ok, Jules?”

Juliette looked up at you and nodded a little, rubbing her damp eyes a little. “Where is papa?” she asked, looking around for Charles in a bit of a panic. 

“He went to get you some juice, baby” you said softly before placing a kiss on her forehead. “Did you know that Santa is going to be here tonight?”

Juliette's entire face lit up as she looked up at you. Due to the fact that the gala was so close to Christmas, one of the directors of the event had asked Charles if he would dress up as Santa towards the end of the show for all of the children in the audience to see. Charles agreed, figuring that would be the only entertaining part of the show anyways.

“Santa? When is Santa gonna be here, maman??”

“After papa gets his trophy later, so we have to be patient ok?”

Juliette nodded and cuddled into you a bit, waiting for Charles to get back with her juice. 

After what felt like an eternity, Charles had finally made his way inside, not without drinks for you, him, and of course Juliette. 

“Those interviewers have a lot of questions, let me tell ya” Charles mumbled as he sat down, putting the straw into the juice box for Jules. “Here honey” he said as he handed the juice box to Juliette, making sure she had a hold of it before letting go. 

“Grazie, papa!” Juliette said before taking a sip.

You let out a chuckle, knowing that your daughter could speak Italian better than french, even though she lived in a french speaking country. 

“Prego, dolcezza” Charles said before kissing her temple. 

The gala was extremely boring, as predicted, but Juliette had remained well behaved the entire time. She would occasionally get impatient and ask when Santa would be coming on stage, but other than that, she was quiet and focused on the stage in front of her. 

When it was time to get Charles changed into the Santa suit, you turned to Carlos and Isa. “would you mind watching Juliette while I go help Charles with getting changed?” you whispered, not wanting to disturb the person giving a speech onstage, nor did you want little Juliette to hear you either. 

“Of course not, come see Zio Carlos, Juliette!”

Juliette giggled and held her arms out towards Carlos, cuddling into him once he had a hold of her. 

You got out of your seat and followed Charles to the small room in the far back of the building where they had told Charles it would be safe to change in. 

“I can’t believe how well behaved Juliette has been. I was expecting a tantrum or two by now” charles said with a laugh as he started putting the large Santa suit on. 

“Well I may or may not have bribed her with the fact that Santa would be on stage at the end of the night…”

Charles laughed and shook his head. “I can’t believe she even got excited about santa. Last year, she was terrified of him when we tried to do our pictures with him at the mall”

You laughed a little as you buttoned up the suit for Charles. “I know, but this year she has had such an interest in christmas and in santa.. It’s like now that she is three years old, she finally understands it all, you know?”

Charles nodded and started putting the fake Santa beard on his face. “I can’t believe she’s getting to be so big…I feel like every time I turn around she is taller and smarter… it’s not fair” he said with a pout. 

You laughed and put the santa hat on his head, completing the santa costume. “I know.. It makes me sad…”

Charles smirked and pulled you in closer “Guess that means we have to have another.. No?”

You smiled and kissed him deeply, indicating that you wouldn’t be opposed to the idea of another little you or little him running around. 

Halfway through the kiss, you heard the door to the room creek open, followed by a small little scream. You turned around to find little Juliette standing in the doorway, tears rolling down her cheeks as she pointed at you and Charles.. Well.. santa. 

You knelt down in front of your daughter and pulled her into a hug in an effort to calm her down a bit. “Sweetheart, what’s the matter? Why are you crying?”

“Y-you kissed… santa!! Papa is gonna be sad!!”

You looked at Charles over Juliette’s shoulder, doing your absolute best not to let out a laugh at your daughter’s reasoning behind being so upset. “Darling, I wasn’t kissing santa. I was telling him a secret!”

Juliette pulled from the hug and looked at you, her eyes curious as to what secret you were referring to. “A secret?” she asked before sniffling a bit. “What secret?”

“I was telling Santa how you’ve been such a good girl all night.. And how you deserve lots of presents”

Juliette giggled and looked over at Charles “I have, Santa!!”

Charles knelt down to Juliette and smiled, changing the tone of his voice before speaking to her. “I’m very glad, Juliette, you can expect lots of gifts under your tree on christmas morning. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a special appearance I have to make on stage. Merry Christmas, Juliette!” 

“Merry Christmas, Santa!”

You picked Juliette up and carried her back to the table, with Isa walking beside you. “I’m sorry, she saw you in the doorway and took off running, I was just trying to take her to get a juice box”

You shook your head, indicating that you weren’t mad at all. “Oh don’t worry, she does that to me all the time. Don’t be sorry” you said before sitting back down in your seat, just in time for Charles to walk back onto the stage, this time dressed as santa. 

Juliette hadn’t noticed that Charles wasn’t around, which you were incredibly thankful for because if she did notice, it meant one more lie you had to make up on the spot tonight, and you simply didn’t have the energy for that. 

After giving a quick wave and a “ho, ho ho, merry christmas” to the audience, charles left the stage and went back to change out of the itchy red costume with the help of Carlos this time. 

By the time Charles had gotten back to the limo, Juliette was sound asleep in her car seat, not moving an inch when Charles got in, despite how loudly he was talking. 

“Sorry it took so long, the last button got stuck or something, I don’t know. I was worried I was going to be stuck in that thing forever” he said with a little laugh.

“It’s alright, I think the night wore Juliette out”

“I’d say so. Did she bring up the fact that you were kissing Santa again?”

You shook your head before leaning it against Charles’ shoulder. “Nope, thank goodness. She didn’t even notice that you weren’t at the table with us either, which I was also thankful for because I had already lied enough to her today.”

Charles smiled and placed a gentle kiss on your lips. “You’re such a good mom, mon amour.”

You smiled and pulled him into another kiss, making this one last a bit longer than the first. “Am I?”

Charles smirked and nodded, his forehead resting against yours. “Mhm. Such a good mom that I’d love to have another little you or me around this time next year… what do you think?” 

You laughed and squeezed his hand tightly. “I finally get to come back to the racetrack and now you want to put me on the sidelines again?” 

Charles shook his head. “No, I think this time around we know what to expect so we can be more prepared and let the baby tag along to races.. Or leave the kids with grandma…”

You laughed and cuddled back into his side again. “Alrighty then, mr. claus. I guess we’ll just have to wait and see if we can get a Christmas miracle.”

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[kentolove]

a love once had, a memory kept forever

Sometimes, when looking deep into his closet, Tsukishima finds remnants of your clothing.

It’s usually a shirt, sometimes an old tank top adorned with holes, and most times it’s a lost sock. On the rare occasion, he usually takes the clothing out of his closet, stares at it for a few seconds, and a trace of a smile will find its way on his face.

He’ll remember the years that you shared together, nights when you spoon fed him his favourite foods. (Against his will, of course. Tsukishima Kei is not soft. He never has been. Never will be.)

His mind will race to the hours you spent on his lap, rambling all about this new movie that “he needs to check out.” (He never does. Why would he, when he could sit and listen to your voice?)

He’ll find himself thinking of the times you spent on that raggedy bench, cheering him on at every game. He remembers when you encouraged him to go pro, telling him that nothing is as important as his dreams. (You should have known that you were his dream all along.)

He remembers when the two of you began to drift apart, so consumed in everything but one another. He remembers when you two sat down—two pillows placed on the ground, two faces staring each other down—and decided to leave one another.

He remembers how he held you tight as you cried, and how your hair was damp from all the tears he shed.

He thinks of how you made him promise to love you forever, how you will never hate him regardless of how your love slowly faded away. How in spite of that spark not being there anymore, you two will still love each other.

And sometimes, love does not conquer all. It does not burn as bright as the sun and it does not cause butterflies to erupt in Tsukishima’s stomach anymore.

You were two souls lost in a world so big, a world that could not hold the love that you two had for one another. Two souls who had to part—not out of hatred or betrayal, but two hearts who could not meet. The stars did not align at the right moment and bring you two together forever.

Your love did not change the world. It did not lead to a white picket fence and four children running in the garden. Your love did not lead to vows, nor will death ever do the two of you part, but that does not matter. What matters is that you loved. He loved you as much as you loved him. The love was there. The love carried him through sunshine and darkness, and that is enough.

It is enough for him.

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Today, Tsukishima finds one of your old necklaces in his drawer. It was a beautiful gold chain with a pink sapphire jewel in the middle, but the jewel is now lost and the beauty of the gold has withered away.

He holds the necklace in his hand, remembering the times that he helped you put the necklace on. You, stood patiently in front of your vanity mirror, and him, standing behind you and complaining about how, “this isn’t the Met Gala, babe. You take too long to get ready.”

You’d smile that beautiful smile of yours and ask him to put the necklace on. He’d let out a fake sigh, but you both know how happy he is to help you. To be with you, to have the privilege to call you his.

The necklace feels nice in his hands. It’s warm, just as you once were. He gently places it back into the drawer; its home.

Tsukishima remembers how earlier that day, you had sent him a wedding invite. It was a simple text, an invitation to the wedding of you and Miya Atsumu. (You’ve always had a thing for blondes.)

He thinks about how his heart warmed as he scrolled through all the photos you sent him. He looked at the ring that now rests on your finger, and how the pink diamond is more beautiful than anything he could have offered you. He smiled, confirmed his attendance, and kindly wished you the best.

You’re happy, he thinks. That is all he has ever wanted.

[toxicanonymity]

roll in the hay - gif caption drabble

gifs: @buckypascal. Always thinking about Halloween Joels these days after the met gala gif drabbles. idc how sad the scene was, look at that backside.

Every Halloween, your neighbor Joel miller does a hay ride around the neighborhood for the kids in the back of his truck. The guy who runs the local corn maze is a friend of Joel's so he borrows the hay then brings it back the same night. "Getting ready for the hayride?" You shout over when you see the bed of his truck is full of hay. Joel looks you up and down in your sexy cat costume. You're used to him stealing glances and don't mind one bit, in fact watching him do yard work is more effective than porn for you. Joel responds, "Yeah, why don't ya come with us? You can help me take the hay back to the maze before the party." Without hesitation, you should, "Shotgun!" "You got it," he says (GIF 1).

Joel makes trips around the neighborhood for about an hour, taking different loads of kids until everyone's had their ride, except you. It's impossible not to notice his eyes drifting to your short skirt and fishnets or his face getting pink. It's especially hard not to notice him adjust himself twice toward the end. When the last load of kids is dropped off, he has his hand on the back of your seat as he backs out of the driveway and you can smell his sweat and deoderant. When he puts the car back in drive, he rests his right hand on your thigh instead of returning it to the steering wheel. You bring your leg up to the seat, tucking your foot under your other knee which opens your leg. He inhales deeply and his hand slides higher on your inner thigh where the fishnet diamonds are stretched wider.

You sit on the ground, waiting for Joel to finish unloading the hay, watching his biceps bulge as he grabs the hay bales by the cord and throws them down. When he's done, he comes to the ground at your feet and growls, "here, kitty kitty," as he prowls toward you and gets on top of you. He pushes up your skirt and your knee lifts up to hook your leg around him. When you feel his jeans against the crotch of your tights, you moan at his hardness. "Been teasin' me for months, haven't ya?" he asks, and you smile coyly. "Layin' out in your swimsuit, watchin' me work in the yard. . . " He kisses your neck, caresses your cat ear with a thumb, then growls "time to taste this pussy" before your mouths meet needily. GIF 2: You're only making out, but you're beneath him entirely when bright lights illuminate the scene, making Joel stop and look back. It's another truck, Joel's friend coming to help him unload. Joel gets off you just in time.

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[purplecatruins]

The elements by Swarovski for the Met Gala.

Air - Irina Shayk: Wore a couture-gown made from a crystal net material which took 200 hours to complete. The idea behind the design is the illusion of light flowing over her body through the movements and the crystals on the gown. To make her shine even more brightly she is wearing different bracelets and a bespoke necklace.

Water - Anok Yai: She is wearing a "futuristic tulle catsuit" made with 98.000 blue crxstals. Her look was completed with a necklace from the Galaxy collection made from 1.050 lab grown diamonds.

Earth - Giovanna Engelbert: Wore a emerald green satin gown with pearl application. The bustier is made with green Millenia crystals but the dress is made with Gema gemstones and features a gradient from emerald to peridot green. This is embellished with 55.000 crystals and pearls. She also wore matching crystallized gloves and jewellery.

Sun - Imaan Hammam: Wore a yellow two piece set. A crystallized cape with 3.456 Gema gemstones and a column skirt with 100.00 golden crystals. She was supposed to wear matching gloves with 25.000 applied crystals.

Extra for the theme: Crystal Flower - Karlie Kloss: She wore an embroidered pink silk jersey dress encrusted with 180.000 gems from Swarovski's Florere and Millenia families, and her dress seemed to be incorporated/transformed into these floral jewels. The look, which is accentuated by an ornate jeweled corset with 60.500 crystals and 75 Florere gems, took 1.600 hours to create.

All the custom looks were designed by Giovanna Engelbert, Global Creative Director of Swarovski, herself. It's also the first time Swarovski is doing custom designs for the Met Gala themselves and not just partnering with another brand to supply the jewellery. I think their ambassadors look great and it's totally on brand - how could it not be with so many diamonds and crystals - and fits the Met Gala theme with the idea of focusing on the elements at play (+plus the crystal flower).

It's crazy how much time and craftsmanship went into these designs - worn only one time!