#WOMEN’S HIKING OUTFITS

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[theblackfemininesociety]

Feminine Tip #003: Invest In Your Fitness Journey Sis 🔑

Ladies, Fitness takes your look to the next level.

Let’s have a little heart-to-heart about something super important. We all know that confidence and self-love are at the core of our power, but what if I told you that fitness could be your secret weapon to your leveling up journey ?

Feminine women set a higher bar for themselves.

Why Fitness?

1. Glow from Within: When you work out, you’re not just toning your body; you’re also boosting your mood, energy, and overall well-being. ✨

2. Confidence Booster: There’s something incredibly powerful about challenging your physical limits and coming out on top. Whether it’s lifting heavier weights, running that extra mile, or mastering a new yoga pose, every victory makes you feel like the queen you are. 👑

3. Fashion Flex: Let’s be real, clothes fit differently when you’re toned and strong. That favorite dress or those killer jeans? They look even better when you’ve got that fitness edge. Plus, the confidence you radiate makes any outfit look like a million bucks. 💃🏾

4. Mental Clarity: Fitness isn’t just about the body; it’s also about the mind. Regular exercise helps reduce stress, anxiety, and even depression. A clear mind means you can conquer anything, from boardroom meetings to brunch plans. 🧘🏿‍♀️

📌 How To Get Started

1. Find Your Jam: Not everyone loves the gym, and that’s okay! Explore different types of workouts until you find something you love. Dance classes, hiking, swimming, Pilates, or even a fun Zumba session—there’s something out there for everyone.

2. Set Realistic Goals: Rome wasn’t built in a day, and your fitness journey won’t be either. Start with small, achievable goals and celebrate every milestone. Progress, no matter how small, is still progress. 🏅

3. Squad Goals: Everything’s better with friends. Find a workout buddy or join a fitness group. Having a support system can keep you motivated and make the whole experience a lot more fun. 👯‍♀️

4. Self-Care is Key: Remember, fitness is a form of self-love. Listen to your body, rest when you need to, and don’t be too hard on yourself. Your journey is unique, and every step forward is a step towards a better you. 🛁💕

😼 Let’s Do This!

Ladies, it’s time to reclaim our power and elevate our lives through fitness. Let’s embrace the strength, beauty, and confidence that come from taking care of our bodies. Whether you’re a fitness newbie or a seasoned pro, there’s always room to grow and glow.

So, lace up those comfy sneakers, put on your favorite workout gear, and let’s stand on FITNESS the same we stand on business. The next level is waiting for you, and it’s going to be game changing 💋

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[arabellasleopardcoat]

The Seamstress (Aemond Targaryen x Reader)

Summary: Prince Aemond is your favorite client.

Warnings: Seamstress! Reader x Aemond. Smut. Mature language. Age gap, though not specified, and everyone is of age.

A/N: I was thinking about how something always felt off when writing Aemond. So, experimenting a little here.

The nerves and excitement don’t go away, even if this has to be the tenth time you are asked to do it. You feel yourself alight with pride. This is your moment.

Since you were no more than a little girl, you had always wanted to become a seamstress. You dreamed of making beautiful dresses for the noble ladies to wear, handsome gambesons and shirts for the lords. Years have passed since then, and you have become a renowned dressmaker, having fabricated gowns for Houses such as the Lannisters and the Arryns alike, but being asked to dress the royal family still thrills you.

You feel as if you were a little girl, wandering the halls of the Red Keep. It's no matter if you have done this before, you still feel the same sense of accomplishment. Besides, getting to work with your favorite client is always a joy.

The Queen has confided in you that you are also his favorite. Prince Aemond refuses to wear anything you haven't personally sewn. Your job is harder that way. You can't distribute the more menial tasks to your sewing girls, having to sew every stitch yourself. Yet, at the same time, it fills you with accomplishment when you manage to meet his expectations.

“Chin up, my Prince.” You say, softly pushing his jaw upwards. You go on your tiptoes, placing the pin on the cloth near his throat. He would look stunning in a linen shirt, with such a beautiful neck and shoulders. But alas, the prince is not one for light colors.

“How long will this take?” One of his hands, big and broad, goes to your waist. To steady you, surely. Yet, you cannot help but get distracted by the touch. It has been so long since you have been touched in such a manner. “I have to go train before noon.”

“Prince Aemond.” You warn, softly fixing the fall of the cloth. “These things take time. You can't just wear anything to the coronation.”

“I am not the one getting crowned, am I?”

You fix a button. You do not like the way the shape the outfit is giving him.

Taking a step back, you examine the clothes with a critical eye.

The pants need to be taken in. You kneel, tightening them around his waist and thighs. When your hand reaches his inner thigh, you notice that he has a bulge in his trousers. Your eyebrows raise. Unsure if it is what you think it is, you smooth the fabric around his hips.

His hand goes to your cheek. You look up, searching his face. Prince Aemond’s eye is dark, almost all pupil. He looks like he could just eat you up. His thumb brushes over your lips. As if in a trance, you open up.

You would be ashamed of reacting this way to any other man. But not with him. Not when he is as equally desperate, hungry for you.

It’s not something that's encouraged, bedding nobles. You would rather not end up with a bastard on your belly, shamed and unable to work. Your entire thing, what sets you apart from other seamstresses, is that you are a respectable woman.

But even respectable women feel desire. Even respectable women want to be worshiped and adored.

“Come here.” Prince Aemond pulls you to your feet. Then, he kisses you, hungrily. You start to take out the pins off his clothes, throwing the shirt away. The cloth gives as if it was nothing, long gone are your patterns and pins.

He lowers your bodice and hikes up your skirt. You grin. This is not new, either. It still fills you with the same thrill as it did the first day. Prince Aemond had not taken your maidenhead, nor had you taken his. But it had been you who had taught him, sitting on top of his hips and rolling your hips until you milked him dry.

There is something about teaching others about pleasure. You understand now, why men savor maidens so much. You can teach them to love and please just how you like, aim their thrust just at the angle you need to reach your own peak.

Prince Aemond kisses you hungrily, licking into your mouth as if a man starved. That, too, you taught it to him. Back then, his kisses had been all teeth, all clumsy head movements. Designed to conquer through brute force rather than seduction.

He kisses down your throat, sucking a bruise right between your collarbones. You sigh, quietly. He nips at your skin, determined to force a sound out of you. You have found out he thrives on praise and recognition, starved as he is.

He pushes harder, kissing the spot he knows makes you melt. You reward him with a soft moan. You have never been one for loud demonstrations of passion, and it shows, but it only makes more valuable to him the little sounds you let out.

You feel yourself start to get more and more wet. Your cunt throbs between your legs, slick and ready for him.

“Put it in.” You plead. “My Prince, please.”

“You are such a demanding thing, for a commoner.” He grunts, biting down at your shoulder. There is no room for complaint because he is entering you in one smooth thrust. You let out a keening sound, half pleasure, half pain. You can feel him grin sharply against your skin, face still hidden on your shoulder.

He rocks more than he thrusts, as he holds you open with one of his hands. This way, your pearl is exposed and rubs against his pelvis each time he moves.

His face remains hidden, and you feel his hair tickling against your skin. You feel the urge to nip at him as he does you, but you don't dare. He is not yours, nor are you his. Not only is it not allowed, but it would anger him. Prince Aemond, no matter how much he enjoys your body, does not think himself your equal.

He is above you, or so he says. If he likes to live in delusion, you won't be the one who stops him. It's not you, at the end of the day, who leaves these chambers looking wrecked. It's not you who melts at praise, at being told he is good.

“Like that?” Prince Aemond asks, cockily, as he watches your mouth slacking with pleasure.

“Right there.” You tilt your hips upwards, chasing your own peak. He fucks into you, mindlessly. He has a one track mind when it comes to these kinds of things. Thrives on watching you fall apart, as if it makes him more, as if it fills his pride. It's a good thing, in a lover, but you shudder to think of what this man could do only to be able to feel proud of himself.

It takes only a few well-planted thrusts before you are shivering and shaking against him, mouth open into a silent scream. He groans, pleased, coming out of his hiding place to give you a chaste kiss.

You straighten yourself. You thumb a pink, puffy nipple between your fingers and lean in, to coo right on his ear.

“You did so well.” You kiss his earlobe, softly taking it into your mouth and tugging. “So good for me.”

He trembles against you, face going back to hide on your neck. You wish he allowed you to look at him in moments like this. Prince Aemond probably looks wrecked. You can see it in your mind's eye, how his eye fell closed, how he has to bite his lip so hard to not let out a sound.

The view you get makes up for it, though. His back is arched so hard it must hurt, to make up for the height difference between the two of you. His hips snap into you so hard, you think you might end up with bruises from his damn hipbones.

Your prince has a beautiful body, honed from years of training. He is also all sharp lines and angles, hipbones, jaw, cheek. It is why you enjoy dressing him so much. His pale skin and light hair would really shine in jewel tones, but he refuses to use anything but dark.

“You are so good. No one makes me feel like you do.” You whisper, softly scratching at his scalp. You keep your touch gentle and sweet, and that seems to be his undoing. He tenses up and gives a little grunt, and soon, you can feel the telltale wetness between your legs.

You congratulate yourself on a job well done. You kiss the top of his head and start fixing your dress. On the floor, there is a mess of pins and cloth. The patterns will not be able to be salvaged, and you have another appointment in less than an hour. You need to bathe.

With no other choice but to walk out, you kiss him one last time.

“Come see me later, for the clothes.”

And he does come. But you get distracted again. He ends up going to the coronation in one of his everyday outfits. The Queen pays you regardless. She knows how difficult her son can be.

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Day 18 of Kinktober: Having Sex At a Night Club with Joe Burrow

pairing: Joe Burrow x fem!reader

warning: Public Sex, unprotected sex

Y/N’s POV

I’m going to a night club near the city of Cincinnati with Joe and some of Cincinnati Bengals football players and their girlfriends because of a huge win that the Bengals had on last Sunday. When we get there, I see a lot of people looking good, women’s outfits looking amazing, they’re makeup looking great as well. But I feel like I look good, but not that good.

We went to a booth but some people went to the dance floor, I joined them but Joe stayed at the booth talking to some of the football players. The music made me dance like I never danced before, I look at Joe, he still talking to the football players but he looks at me dancing, he wants me, he wants me badly. I continue to dance until I feel arms wrapping around my waist so I look at who is it and it’s Joe.

“You wanna go somewhere private?” Joe whispers in my ear.

“Sure, but where?” I ask.

“You’ll see.” Joe smirks.

Joe takes us in a back room and makes us get to the nearest wall.

“I’ve been wanting you since we walked in this club.” He whispers in my ear.

“Then have me.” I whisper in his ear.

He smirks, he picks me up and pins me to the wall and he hikes my dress up, I gasp and wrap my legs around his waist. He unzips my dress and I unbuckle his belt so I can unzip his pants. When we got undressed he fucks me up on the wall. I scream but I don’t think anyone can hear us from the loud music. He gives me love bites which made me tug on his hair.

When we were done, Joe lays his face in my neck, I pet his hair and I feel sweat coming down my body including his. We hear the door next to us rattling, when it opens, it’s Ja’Marr looking horrified.

“Are you fucking serious? You two can’t stop touching each other even at a nightclub. Jesus.” Ja’Marr says.

Ja’Marr closes the door, Joe and I look at each other and we chuckle.

“This was different on what we normally do.” I said.

“You wanna stick with us celebrating at home or going to out?” Joe whispers in my ear.

“I rather stay home.” I say.

“Why’s that?” He replies.

“So no one will interrupt us.” I say petting his hair.

He giggles. He knows it’s true.

“Can we go home?” I ask.

“We’ll go home so I can have you all to myself.” Joe whispers in my ear and kisses my neck.

I giggle.

Thank god that Bengals won!

[marzipanandminutiae]

the thing about skirts- especially long skirts -being portrayed as inherently impractical is that it completely ignores context.

I wear long skirts a lot in my everyday life. would I hike the Rockies in them? no- although technically one can, because women in particular did for many years. but I’m not hiking the Rockies every day. I’m a museum worker living in a large city. as long as I can walk without treading on my skirt’s hem, and avoid getting it too dirty in a way I can’t clean, I’m fine.

if I were going to hike the Rockies, I would wear something different. just like I don’t wear my Natural Form evening gown with a train to trek to the subway in a rainstorm

situational clothing has existed for a long time, in many cultures the world over. in my specific era/area of focus (Europe and colonized North America during the 19th-early 20th centuries) you get ground-clearing skirts intended for long periods of walking, or even shorter ones worn by women doing serious physical labor. some occupational outfits, like those of Victorian England’s famous female coal-pit workers, even involve a hiked skirt and trousers. but you can find photos of the same women in more conventional attire for the era, because what they wore to church was not what they wore to work was not what they wore to run errands for their families in their free time

so when movies are like “oh my god Female Lead can’t FUNCTION in these skirts!!!” (painted not as a personal preference for the character, but as a Universal Shortcoming of Skirts) and all she’s doing is walking around town in skirts of a reasonable length...head meet desk

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⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 // day five

proмpт ➛ overstimulation word coυɴт ➛ 602 pαιrιɴɢ ➛ sub!irene x makeup artist fem!reader ѕyɴopѕιѕ ➛ she prefers to be alone with you when she gets her makeup done.

Call her spoiled, but Joohyun refuses to have other people intrude while she’s getting her makeup done. 

A packed room of people running back and forth can get hot very quickly, especially without air conditioning, and it would make her more susceptible to sweating. To be dolled up just to sweat a minute later is a waste. Joohyun’s unmatched visuals and youthful appearance being praised by the media for years is what built her standards and requirements. To look her best is to be in an ideal environment.

Additionally, the constant shouting back and forth, and rushing between outfits and hair changes easily overstimulates her. Her group members are rambunctious and off the walls as they are. When it’s just her schedule, she only wants peace and quiet.

But just because she’s alone doesn’t mean she’s not overstimulated either.

“You can give me another one, yeah?,” you encourage in a hushed tone, the corner of your kiss-swollen lips quirking as you watch the starlet fall apart in your palm.

Joohyun is still in her makeup chair, her incredibly short skirt hiking up from one of her legs dangling over the armrest. She peeks at the mirror and comes face-to-face with a reflection of someone who barely even resembles her. The stoic and ethereal idol is nowhere near that with the way her lips are parted and smeared with lip tint. No one would ever respect her if they walk in right now and see how swiftly your fingers disappear inside her, suctioned in by her dripping cunt.

Her chair has already fallen victim to her previous orgasms. Her legs shake once more as she throws her head back, muffled grunts slipping past her lips and she squirts all over your hand. Her release spills overboard, puddling to the floor as you easily push her past her brink for the nth time.

You couldn’t resist her.

Despite how disheveled she looks, she will always be angelic in your eyes. There are plenty of pretty women, but Joohyun is one of the very few that you would never get tired of seeing her come. The furrow between her brows are subtle, in contrast with the tight grip she has on your wrist when you coax her to multiple orgasms. Her flushed cheeks color her complexion in ways that make you want her more. It makes you want to see her be an inconsolable mess.

Even she can’t stop you.

You dip lower to kiss her forehead. “You’re such a pretty princess.”

You only slowed your pace. You never truly allowed her to recover, therefore quickly bringing her to another high. She fixes a tighter grip on your wrist as she struggles to stay quiet. You’re used to hearing her cute moans and pleas, but you have to adjust to hearing quiet pants and strained groans instead. 

As her eyes roll back, you jerk your hand and force another squirting release from her. A filthy reflection. A lewd but irresistible sight of a woman with top celebrity status and millions of adoring fans who will never be lucky enough to see her falling apart like you do. Your hand is slick with her arousal, but you bring her to constant orgasms like it’s her first.

And when she finally sinks back like a ragdoll, you withdraw your touch and bask in the starlet panting in her chair, her complexion boasting a postcoital glow and her dripping pussy exposed to the world.

Call her spoiled because Joohyun only wants you to do her makeup.

She gets easily overstimulated, but it’s best to be overstimulated by you.

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Confidence Booster

You get advice from Aphrodite on how to feel more self-confident in yourself and get a new outfit, but your lover is quick to assure you otherwise that you have no reason to feel self-conscious.

It had been a rough couple of weeks on your confidence, once again, swimsuit season was upon you, girls wearing bikinis and more risqué looking swimsuits, men ogling, and for flat chested girls like you, it was the envious time of year. You had been feeling a bit shy around your lover, feeling inadequate; he had noticed your change in mood and the slight change in your wardrobe, where you were wearing looser tops, ones that hid your figure a bit more, on top at least. Aphrodite was the one who actually approached you, having also seen the change in your demeanor and had seen your envious looks at her and other, more endowed, women. She wasn’t cruel or teasing in anyway and actually gave me some great words of wisdom that the sexiest thing on women was confidence. If a woman was comfortable in a swimsuit, the air of confidence is what gets men to look at her, not just the half-naked body. She told you to get some clothes, a new outfit that would make you feel confident and to wear it around your lover and see his reaction. You were a bit hesitant at first but wanted to try anything that would help, and you immediately went out shopping.

According to the ladies in the shop, this dress had been dubbed the Virgin Killer Dress, which was a bit intimidating, but once you had it on, you felt so naughty, but at the same time, exhilarated, something deep inside you swelling up and you instantly bought it. Once home, you tried it on again, looking at yourself in the floor length mirror you had in your bedroom, a faint blush on your cheeks but a smile on your lips. You felt so pretty and sexy! For the first time in weeks, you felt confident about your looks, twirling in front of the mirror, before you beamed, your hands on your hips before they smoothed across your belly, feeling the soft fabric, “I wonder what he’ll think about this dress.” Your bedroom door opened, and you turned, eyes wide as your eyes met his own.

-Buddha- He blinked once, then twice, eyes wide, seeing the dress on your thin body, swallowing hard as he saw that your back was bare before his eyes went back to your face that was bright red. You weren’t ready to show him this dress just yet, not mentally prepared, but obviously he was as he quickly entered, stalking towards you. You squeaked, stepping back towards your closet and his hands slammed down on either side of your head, pinning you to the closet door as you looked up at him. His eyes were blown wide, and steam seemed to be coming from his mouth as he smirked, his bright eyes looking at you, over the top of his glasses, “I know we made plans to go out, but I think we’re going to stay here instead.” His wild, almost feral look made your own body grow hot as your breath hitched, his hands going to your shoulders, sliding down your bare back as he pulled you closer, a soft whine escaping you before his hands slid forward, pulling the dress so your chest was exposed, the dress bunched in the middle. He licked his lips like you were one the tastiest treats he had ever seen before he kneeled, grabbing your right thigh before hiking it up over his shoulder as his other hand, his nails, scratched gently down your body from your shoulder, over one of your nipples, making you jolt slightly as he grinned up at you, eyes bright, “I’m going to devour you!” Needless to say, he liked the dress and requested you to wear it more often.

-Hercules- He turned white in shock, eyes wide and jaw dropped, seeing you standing there in such an outfit. Your breath hitched as you faced him, your hands coming up to your chest and he saw the skin of your exposed back in the mirror. You turned a bit shy, seeing his reaction, quietly pondering if he liked it or not, twirling a piece of hair around your index finger, “Do- do you like it?” his shocked façade quickly dropped as he stood up straight, making it look like he was towering over you, shadows covering the top part of his face, but you could see the red glints of his eyes. You felt like a rabbit staring at a lion, as a little squeak escaped your lips. You took a step back and tripped over the shirt you had been wearing earlier, falling back and he froze, seeing a pair of pale pink panties now on full display and instantly he lunged, pinning you to the ground. You didn’t see this side of Hercules very often, as he was usually sweet and gentle around you, but you weren’t complaining as his hands grabbed your hips, moving so his hips were between your legs as he seemed to leer down at you, “I’m not going to be gentle- not today. Not while you look like this.” the smile on your lips betrayed your blush as he could see that you were happy with his reaction as you grabbed the front of his shirt, batting your eyes demurely up at him as he was quick to descend down onto you.

-Poseidon- He folded his arms under his own chest, an eyebrow rising as he took in the outfit you were wearing. It was rather alluring, almost naughty. He approached with a small sound leaving him, one you couldn’t place as he circled you like a stalking shark, looking at your body, making you feel a bit shy. He saw that you were nervous and grabbed your chin, his grip firm but not hurting as he made you look up at him, “Is this what you and Aphrodite were talking about?” You glanced away for a moment as his hand dropped from your chin, moving instead to your shoulder, circling again, his hand trailing down your bare back slowly. The more he saw the more he grew closer to jumping your bones as you answered him, “She told me to get something that makes me feel confident in myself.” Your words surprised him, as your felt his hand still, only for a moment, before he embraced you from behind, one hand sliding across your lower belly to grip the opposite hip while the other trailed up your body to your neck, giving it a soft squeeze, meant to get your attention. He turned you both so you were staring at the mirror, the hand on my hip lowering to grab the end of the dress, pulling it up so he could see the pale blue panties you were wearing, his favorite pair. He hummed softly into your neck before pressing a kiss to your bare shoulder, “I need to show you how sexy you are then, so you never doubt yourself again.” Your breath hitched as he sat down on top of the kotatsu in your room, making you sit on his lap, your legs over his, holding you open so he could see everything in the mirror as he let out a small growl, his hand lowering from your neck and down to your hips.

-Hades- He was on you in almost an instant, pinning you to the closet door, one hand pinning both of your wrists above your head while the other was cupping your cheek, one leg slid between your own, forcing them apart. You were surprised by his forwardness as his eyes seemed to burn into your own, a dark smirk appearing on his lips as his tongue poked out to lick them, “My-my, such a provocative outfit, my little rabbit. Was this what you were talking to Aphrodite about~ to learn how to seduce me?” You couldn’t help but stammering, face flushed which made his grin widen before you looked away, a bit shy before you gave a soft nod, “She gave me advice on what to do to be more confident in myself.” This made him pause, his hand releasing your wrists, moving to your waist to hug you to him as the other cupped your cheek, “Confident in yourself? Did something happen that made you question your beauty?” Your eyes avoided his own, a silent tell for not wanting to talk as your hands gripped his shirt, “My… are you okay that-that my chest is tiny?” The question made him pause before he chuckled softly, grinding his thigh up into your crotch, making your breath hitch slightly but it got your attention back on him, eyes wide, “My silly little rabbit~ your small chest adds to your charm, I can’t see you any other way, but if you need a confidence booster. I’m happy to oblige to show you what you do to me.” his voice dropped in tone, making your voice hitch as his hands were quick to catch yours again, pinning you down once more.

-Loki- He let out a low whistle, looking at you up and down as he approached quickly, taking one hand in his, making you twirl for him, “My-my-my, what a delightful looking outfit~ not really appropriate for what we had planned.” You had made plans to go out together, but he wasn’t supposed to be there for another hour or so. He backed you to your bed, making you sit before he crawled onto the bed to hang over you, forcing you to your back, his knees on either side of your hips as he grinned like he was going to get a special present, “Or was that your plan all along, to seduce me in staying home and making me ravage you for hours?” steam was coming off your face and head from how hard you were blushing, but he relished each shade you turned, as teasing you and getting you riled up was one of his favorite things to do. However, seeing you in such an outfit, and hearing your words questioning if he would like it, made him feel so warm and happy inside, that you did this just for him. He licked his lips again, his eyes narrowing as his hands went to your bed on either side of your head, lowering to where your noses were barely touching, “Not that I’m not happy about seeing you in such an outfit, you don’t have to try very hard to seduce me, Y/N. You could just wink at me, and I’d be more than happy to rail you into the bed.” You let out a squeak which made him grin which grew as a smile appeared on your lips. You had no idea that he was going to like it this much, turning your head a bit bashfully to the side, “But I bought two more in different colors, do you want me to not wear them?” like electricity was in his eyes he seemed to snap, and he pounced with a grin, relishing the delighted squeal you gave him.

-Odin- His dear ravens had reported to their master about what Aphrodite and you had spoken about, it annoyed the Norse god that the Greek goddess was giving you advice that you didn’t need. You were stunning to him, but to hear that you were feeling bad about yourself helped him make his decision that he needed to show you that you didn’t need Aphrodite’s advice. However, standing in the doorway to your bedroom, seeing you in such an outfit, just for him, after he had heard your words, he looked like a wolf ready to pounce, a smirk appearing on his lips and a glint in his eye. You felt a bit embarrassed being caught, as you weren’t ready to show him the dress just yet; you wanted to leap into your closet to get dressed and he noticed the movement and he spoke, “Come here.” You tensed only slightly at his command, recognizing the tone, and you felt your cheeks warming as you approached, your hands up by your chest, feeling a bit shy under his gaze. He leered down at you, “Turn around, show me your dress.” You turned, showing him your bare back in the low-cut dress. He kept having you turn, showing him the different angles of the dress, holding your arms up so he could see the sides. You felt yourself getting hot just by the way he was leering at you, a hungry look in his eye. He pointed to the kotatsu you kept in your room, giving you another command, “Sit and face me.” You did as you were told, sitting on the edge of the kotatsu, facing him as he kneeled, pulling his hair back into a ponytail, “Spread your legs.” Your breath hitched which made him smirk up at you before you followed his instructions. He grabbed one of your ankles before pressing a soft kiss to your calf, “I need to reward the gift you have presented me with.” His other hand slid up your other leg, up to your thigh as he pressed kisses to your other leg, slowly trailing up, keeping his eye locked with yours.

-Kojiro- He instantly turned, a blush on his face, “I’m sorry for walking in on you! I should have knocked!” he had a hand to his face, to keep him from looking at you, but he wanted nothing more to look again and again and never look away. He wasn’t prepared to have your hands grab onto his shirt, making him freeze as you spoke, “I-I wanted to wear this for you, Kojiro. Do you like it?” he turned back, hearing your words, you looked so precious, so innocent, looking up at him, but the outfit that clung to your body made him betray himself as his hands met your hips, before he froze again, feeling your bare back, and he pulled away. You turned, showing him the back of the dress and he slowly felt himself slipping as you continued to act shy, asking him if he liked it. Kojiro snapped as you twirled, flashing a bit of your pink panties and almost instantly he was on top of you, having easily taken you to the ground, one of his large hands pinning your own above your head, making your spine arch a bit, your chest sticking up. He smirked down at you, a feral, wild look in his eyes, “You are playing a dangerous game, Y/N, tempting me like this.” You squeaked cutely before you spoke, looking away, “I wanted to be more confident before I showed it to you.” His free hand cupped the back of your leg, squeezing the fat of your thigh just a bit as he pulled it up around his hip, grinding down into your core which caused a moan to rip from your throat, “Confident you say? Do you feel confident when I’m reacting like this?” You didn’t answer, panting softly and he bucked again, “Answer me!” a breathy moan was his answer as you tried to get your hands free, wanting to touch him. He chuckled softly, his eyes flashing brightly down at you, “Guess I’ll need to prove this to you, so you never have to question your confidence again. Now your endurance, I’ll have you questioning that very quickly.” He grinded again, making another moan tear from your throat as he finally attacked.

-Jack- He was frozen in the doorway, eyes wide as he took in your form in the dress, which barely covered anything, his heart rate slowly increasing. Your inner colors told him you were embarrassed but also happy, seeing him in shock, and what made him snap out of his trance that you put him in, was arousal. You were getting excited about the way he was looking at you. He chuckled softly, loosening his tie around his neck before rolling his sleeves up, as he had removed his hat and coat at the front door, “My dear, you look absolutely delightful wearing such an alluring dress, all for me if I’m to assume?” You nodded softly, a smile appearing, “I did, do you like it?” before you gave a dainty twirl, making his throat clench only slightly before he swallowed hard, his tongue coming out to lick his lips. He lowered his stance only slightly, confusing you as his mismatched eyes met my own, “Make me work for my treat. Run.” He lunged at you, and you were quick to dodge, a squeal leaving your lips as you ran out of the room and he gave chase, finding the hunt sometimes more exhilarating than the reward. This chasing game was nothing new for Jack, it got your blood pumping and made it feel so much naughtier once he caught you, but it felt particularly risqué today, seeing your bare back just out of his grasp. You rounded a corner into the living room, and he tackled you onto the large sofa, a squeal leaving your lips. He sat up while pinning your hands down before he froze, seeing that your sweater had been pulled down a bit, revealing your nipples on either side and he chuckled darkly, lower his head, you could feel the hot puffs of air he was releasing on your lips, “Now then~ what should I enjoy first, hmm?” You let out a small moan at his words, the sound shooting from his brain to his crotch instantly, a groan leaving his own lips.

-Huang- He leaned against the doorway, a smile on his face as he took in your body, “Ooh~ how lovely. Of course, I love it.” the smile on your lips made his heart warm as he stood straight, approaching you, looking almost like a tiger stalking towards its prey. He smirked, seeing you take a step back as his eyes flashed, chuckling darkly, “Ah-ah, no running away~ you’re the one who seduced me, little rabbit. If you run, I’ll have no choice but to chase~” As tempting as that sounded, as you’ve done it before, you hesitated, allowing his arms to hug you to his warm body. He hummed in delight, feeling your bare back and he looked to the mirror, a feral smirk appearing, seeing the naked skin. His hands began to stroke your back, mapping out patterns as his lips met your cheek, peppering it with soft kisses, moving around your face, ignoring your lips as his hands drifted lower, rubbing your hips before he felt the band of your panties. His lips finally met yours, almost ravenously, forcing his tongue into your mouth to play; a tiny moan escaped you and he instantly moved his hands down, leaning over to cup your thighs, pulling you up easily so your legs wrapped around his hips. He was quick to pin you to the bed, looming over you, his hands stroking down your thighs, forcing the dress up a bit before he pulled back, panting softly, seeing the red panties hugging your hips. He smirked, his hands coming to your hips and rubbing upwards, his thumbs finding your nipples behind my dress, making you whine softly as he focused in on your nipples, rubbing the fabric of the dress against them, “I enjoy seeing you completely bare when I make you mine, but I think I’ll make an exception for this dress, since it was all just for me.” You gave him a small smile, happy that he liked your surprise, even though you weren’t ready to show him just yet, as his hands trailed down your body again.

[historical-kitten]

Women of the Late Republic of Rome & Early Roman Empire on a Modern Date

Cornelia Cinnae

She is absolutely lovely and a sweet soul. The kind of woman you would give up a dowry, your inheritance, and your priesthood for even under the threat of violence. Her ideal date is a tour through a large, public garden. If you end up together, you'll stay together since she inspires that kind of devotion.

Calpurnia

'Stand by your partner' is her motto. Feeling like being Emperor? No problem. She will support you! She'll also finance your date and take you to a public festival to show off your relationship. (Watch out for nearly naked men with crowns.) If she happens to have a weird dream, just listen to her, okay?

Servilia Caepionis

She will take you to a remote, romantic place with candles and gauzy curtains. Dinner AND breakfast will be in bed. The conversation is stimulating, she's beautiful and intelligent, and she knows all the best gossip in town. She will send love notes to your Senate meetings/workplace during the day.

Fulvia Flacca Bambula

She tends to prefer handsome individuals, but once she's loyal to you, she'll be your Ride or Die. (And she doesn't care who has to die to get what you both deserve.) Date wise, Fulvia would enjoy something active and exciting. Take her to a sporting event, a Ninja Warrior competition, an escape room, or go on a hike. She'd love to follow that with a sumptuous dinner and the severed heads of your enemies laid before you in time to enjoy dessert.

Livia Drusilla

Much like Fulvia, this woman is an ideal partner for those who want power. Unlike Fulvia, she's subtle about it. Livia is clever, influential, and could be the perfect politician's wife. Due to her work ethic, she could use a relaxing spa date that includes a massage. Don't worry, the poisoning thing is only a rumor. (And doesn't everyone deserve better than Gaius Julius Caesar Octavianus?)

Octavia Minor

An absolute sweetheart, she is the kindest of the bunch and "a marvel of womankind." Octavia loves the arts, so heading to an art museum, a play, or even a poetry reading would be appreciated. This woman will literally go to the ends of the earth for you--including Athens after you finish a terrible military campaign. She's the complete package, but keep two things in mind. One: she comes with children and most likely will adopt more. Two: she also comes with her brother Octavian/Augustus as a possible new in-law.

Porcia Catonis Brutus

Affectionate and intelligent, she's a deeply loyal choice. She will remind you of your good qualities and keep you on the correct path so long as you trust her with your burdens. She will even support your need for a political assassination. Her ideal date may actually be a masquerade ball. You get to dress up, dance, wear masks, and it would really be a perfect time for a side meeting of similarly inclined couples. (Possibly Junia Tertia could come with her partner, for instance.)

Clodia Metelli

Her ideal date involves listening to you read her poetry and then a nice picnic outside. She enjoys discussing philosophy as well as every political player in town. She's charming and experienced, just don't expect it to last or you'll end up like Catullus.

Cleopatra VII Thea Philopater

Her charm is famous throughout multiple lands and her wisdom and prowess equally lauded. Not only is she a brilliant politician, she is interested in science, the arts, and can speak over seven languages. Cleo is an amazing partner and her love is worthy of fighting a civil war over. Seriously. As far as dates, she would enjoy a scenic, luxury cruise on the river. Just beware that once you have her in your life, you will be unwilling to live without her.

Julia the Elder/Julia Caesaris filia

She is a very passionate woman who loves literature, culture, and a good nightlife. If you take her on a date, expect to either go for a night of pub crawling or to a fancy cocktail party complete with glittering outfits. Julia wants a good time, but her kindness and empathy are famous, as are her quick wit and rebellious ways. She is worthy of getting yourself exiled or worse over.

Type of post originated by @just-late-roman-republic-things

So many wonderful women to choose from, it was difficult! I just didn't want to have too many choices... Maybe a part two? Junia Tertia, Tullia, Pompeia, Atia, Julia Antonia, Attica are just a few others I wanted to include.

Also Cleopatra was involved with the Late Republic of Rome so I included her even if she is obviously not Roman herself.

Please reblog if you want and definitely vote for the girl bosses.

[seeingteacupsindragons]

I keep thinking about this photo and the way Miyoshi characterized them with their new, modern outfits so well.

Miyoshi has talked actually quite a bit about the character designs for the characters in this series, and it's very obvious how much thought and care was put into each of them--to the point of having Billy designed before chapter one.

And I think that's really reflective here, even in these normally impossible outfit choices.

Let's start with Louis: He's the only brother wearing color (blue jacket, orangey-brown boots), as William and Albert are both in head-to-toe neutrals. Louis has a lot of that, too, but Louis has this thing going on where...none...of his clothes...quite...go...together.

He's wearing what looks to be joggers??? With a very nice ribbed turtleneck sweater. Just wildly clashing formality levels here. And a nice hooded duffle jacket, which falls in a weird formality level between those two extremes and doesn't quite work with the turtleneck. A hooded jacket and turtleneck is, ah, not what one would consider a particularly "fashionable" choice. And then's he wearing what looks like hiking work boots. Those are not fashion boots, either, and they're not sneakers.

My point is, what even is this combo? He looks like he got dressed in the first things his hands grabbed out of the closet and then shoved the only pair of shoes by the door on his feet on his way out of the door--his pants are tucked into them, but lazily. The shoes have fake elastic laces, which look childish and are also lazy. He does not care.

And Louis has never been one for looks over practicality: he scarred his own face because it was expedient and useful. And yet there's a pop of color and life to him that his brothers and their mental issues don't quite have. A childishness to the rushed mismatch of things and the most casual clothes any of the brothers have.

William will be quicker, mostly because I already talked about the fact that's he's dressed like a beatnik, a subculture known for its focus on art, anti-commercialism, and equality. So. Yeah.

But William also looks a little like Louis in that he probably doesn't care much about his appearance: he probably has a closet just full of all black clothing he can always match and a neutral, plain trench with no adornment.

He's also dressed to attract as little attention as possible. He's attractive, of course, and his clothes look nice and fit well. But they're incredibly unremarkable, with no accessories or styling to them. No sparks of bright colors. Just there, fitting in, going unnoticed, much like his regular ol' suit in the main canon. If he dressed like Louis, it would attract attention by being different so he puts a little more effort in.

And last, Albert. Albert is the only one of his brothers wearing accessories: that scarf is a fashion scarf, not a functional one (for all that it seems a little chilly, as they're all wearing coats over what appear to be sweaters). He has gloves. I think I've seen those fashion booties in the Women's department. His collar is popped and his pants are cuffed.

But none of those are flashy, expensive accessories. He's not got a 2k dollar watch or cufflinks or furs or even any color. He's in neutrals just like William, and his clothes are rather plain. But the focus with him is on the way he wears them: he's put effort into the scarf and gloves and making sure those very closely fitting pants go OVER the boots and then cuffed them to show off the boots even though they don't appear long enough to need the cuffing for height (and he's mfing tall, like, finding pants for those legs must be hard enough). He looks nice, he looks fashionable and neat and well-cared for...but he doesn't look like a dandy. He's not trying to peacock around. It's a very subtle, classy way to look well-dressed without feeling like a misuse of funds or rubbing it in anyone's face.

None of Louis's items of clothing go together, but it's all very practical and it functions, and that's what matters, right?

All of William's clothing goes together because he bought the blandest items possible because he doesn't want to think about himself or have other people think about him. He's busy thinking about Math and Sherlock.

Albert wants to be classy and subtly fashionable without being an ostentatious asshole.

And it all just works really for their personalities, and I just love the attention and care put into things like that to make sure you can really feel and recognize the characters from a glance (like when Miyoshi was discussing the importance of giving William and Sherlock such distinct silhouettes despite being the same size and width).

It's a lot of work, and work well done, so I want to appreciate it all with you.

[skippyv20]

MM has an announcement to make! Upcoming Markle Tour!

Our next Markle Tour will be to North Korea! I can proudly share I am 1/800th North Korean. I am going home people! Finally! Going home! I look forward to meeting with my brothers and sisters. I have put in a call with Kim. I need to know details for this trip! Tourism will be at an extreme high as I will be there, and everyone around the world will follow me…it’s just like I am doing an “Eras Tour” like Tay! Anyways, I am so excited! This is the missing piece of my life. I happen to speak North Korean by the way. Fluent in it actually! I also admire how the country treasures privacy. I will be doing speaking engagements for sure. First one will be about when I was 11 years old. You know about believing in change, making things change, changing things. I will be speaking on women finding their voices. To speak up and make changes and changing things. Women have rights and I want women to use them, because that is how changes are made, you can’t make changes if you don’t try to make changes. I also will be speaking on Women in the Work Place. I am a believer in wear what you want. Slits, no slits. Slip no slips. Skirts hiked up! You go girl is the message I will be giving to encourage women to embrace change, change in the workplace, change in themselves, his self whatever. You be you be you I say! My favorite talk will be on encouraging people to be kind, especially to poor people. It doesn’t cost anything. Give a smile, it’s free. There will be a special course on how to get what you want, not what you need. I feel all people should have the mostest of everything they want. You want anything, just copy it. Fake works. I know some people have thought North Korea is odd. It’s not that they are odd, it’s that they haven’t been encouraged to be open to the world. The internet is not scary. Don’t be afraid to travel and live a life. Live your dreams, it’s easy! I think you can all tell I am excited. Having found out I am 1/2 North Korean as lifted my dark spirits. I feel renewed, filled with passion, on a mission to help others. I almost forgot, I will be giving a speech on Human Rights. Not giving details on that though. My Netflix Crew, my private crew will be joining me, and of course Harry will as well. Wait until you see my 300 outfits for this 3 day visit! Jewels…many on order from YOU WANT IT WE WILL COPY IT! I am so excited. This is the pick me up I have needed. I haven’t felt this good since I was 11 years old and using my voice, to change things around the world. Thank you to all of you adoring fans and misfits around the world. You make me be a better ME! Love you! LOVE ME!

PS…this is not true…..😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

[alwaysgo]

[safetynot9uaranteed]

Y'all notice there's never any drive from woman to show a man a (nonsexual) good time on a date. Like once you're seriously dating every guy worth his salt will try to show their girl a good time with new places and activities to keep things interesting.

A girl showing a guy rock climbing, museums, fancy restaurants, hiking trails, disc golf, jet skiing, ATVs, shooting ranges, and other fun activities is a "pixie dream girl" and an "unrealistic oppressive standard for women".

A woman's idea of trying really hard to make a good impression is having a panic attack while deciding an outfit. Just saying some of y'all should be thanking guys for actually fun dates.

[lala1267]

Her Property (Part 2)

Summary: She got what she wanted.

Warnings: smut but not too bad, breaking into a hotel room?

Aria was spralled out on her pink satin queen bed. The headboard was decorated with fairy lights and Polaroids of Elvis performing on the grand stage. The pillows were in shapes of love hearts and flowers. Her hair hugged the satin sheets, and her dress hiked up to her thighs. She lay there just staring at the giant diamond chandler that hung above her. Her brain was clouded with thoughts.

"I want Elvis, I need Elvis."

She whispered to herself as she remained stuck in her lustful haze. She was willing to do anything to have her man, anything. The sound of the television echoed around the pink room. Suddenly, her eyes widened, and her body jolted as she heard,

"Elvis is in New York."

Coming from the television. She instantly sat up. Her bare feet hit the shiny wooden floor before she ran over to the television at lightning speed. She got on her knees in front of it as her bambi eyes watched the screen like a hawk. Her messy hair and her eerie look only added to her insanity.

"Elvis is in New York City for an interview on 5th Street. He is predicted to be there at 4pm. He is said to be staying at a hotel nearby."

That was all that Aria needed to make her insane thoughts a reality. She looked at the rather large clock that hung on her pink painted wall.

"3.10pm"

She said to herself before getting up and rushing to her closet. She threw all of her clothes on the floor and on her bed until she found the perfect outfit. She picked out a short tight dress that hugged her figure perfectly. It was a cherry red, and it was studded with expensive Ruby's that gleamed and twinkled in the light. She had also picked out a pair of black dolly heels and a black ribbon to sit in her blond luscious curls. Her makeup was perfect. She was perfect. She grabbed her handbag and rushed out of the door.

She walked over to 5th Street. The cold breeze hit her pretty face and pushed her golden hair back. She noticed a big crowd of people and a large black limousine.

"Elvis."

She said to herself before making her way to the crowd. Women screamed like animals and men scoffed as their girlfriends worshipped the godly man that graced their presence. Elvis stepped out of the limo and began to sign autographs and take pictures. He had a smile on his face as always. He was dressed in a silk button-up long-sleeved t-shirt that was colourful. He wore some classic black flares, and of course, he wore his signature gold belt. His dark shades covered his dreamy eyes. His black tarr hair shielded the top part of his shades. He towered over the dozens of women and even the men.

Aria finally got to the crowd, but by the time she arrived, Elvis was already inside. Her heart sunk slightly as she looked at the empty limousine. But she wasn't going to give up that easily. She saw a rather large looking security guard standing near the entrance of the building. She quickly walked over to him and tapped him on the shoulder with her acrylic nail that was studded with little diamonds. The man turned around and looked down at her with a frown.

"What?"

He grunted.

"Do you know where the hotel is that Elvis is staying in by any chance?"

She asked politely. She put on her best puppy eyes and stood like a lady. The man looked down at her before pointing to a local hotel that was right across the road. Aria's eyes followed his hand. She nodded before rushing over to the hotel.

She ran across the street as cars honked their horns at her. She stopped in the middle of the street and faced one of the cars.

"Shut up!"

She shouted at the driver before walking off and flicking her hair. She finally got to the hotel. She walked through the entrance as if she owned the place. She saw some of the Memphis Mafia members in the lobby. They were already looking at her up and down. She wasn't surprised. She was a very pretty girl. She swayed her hips and swung her long hair as she walked elegantly over to the vending machine. Her heels were clicking on the marble floor that she graced. She pretended to choose one of the items. It was only a matter of time until she would have the Memphis Mafia at their knees for her.

"3, 2, 1..."

She slowly and quietly counted down.

"Ma'am, don't worry, I can buy ya something from that, I will pay."

Jerry schilling said as he came rushing over to the beauty queen. His blonde hair and smart suit were quite attractive, but Aria was here for Elvis, not Jerry. She turned around to look at the handsome man in his eyes. A sexy grin formed on her pink glossy lips as her long black eyelashes batted.

"Oh, I couldn't accept that."

She said in a high-pitched voice as she wafted her small jeweled out hand. Jerry was quick to respond.

"Oh, no, I can't let a pretty girl like you pay."

He said as he stepped closer to her. Aria smiled slightly as she looked up at him.

"Well in that case, I'll have a cherry cola."

She said as she looked at him with her bambi eyes. Jerry nodded before pressing a few buttons and inserting a few coins into the vending machine. He patiently waited for the cola to come out. He grabbed it and gently handed it over to Aria, who was drowning in her own ego.

"Could I get your name, my lovely?"

"My name is Aria."

She said in a flirtatious tone.

"Well, Aria, that's a pretty name. Tell me what you are doing here."

"I'm just booking a room for the night."

She said.

"I'm also staying here for the night. I don't know if you know already but I work for Elvis and he's staying at this hotel. He's staying in room 222, and I'm in room 234."

He said. He followed his sentence with a flirtatious wink. This was exactly what Aria wanted to hear. Aria smiled and tucked a hair behind her ear before she continued to make small talk with Jerry for what seemed like forever. Once she was finished she walked up to the receptionist and booked her room.

"What room would you like to book ma'am?"

The receptionist lady asked politely.

"Room 221 please, and for one night."

Aria said kindly.

"Ok ma'am."

"Oh, wait. Could you please give me an extra set of keys, I stayed at this hotel before and I lost them, its always better to have a backup."

She said as she fake smiled at the lady. The lady turned around to the key sections. Many different numbers were wrote onto each slot, representing each room.

"Your room 221, so this must be yours?

The receptionist asked.

"Mine is the one that says 222. Another man said that he would have to put my set of keys in the 222 slot since there wasn't any space."

She said as she pointed to the 222 slot. The receptionist furrowed her brows in confusion but she let it slide. Once the receptionist was fully turned around, Aria had to cover her cheeky grin with her hand. The receptionist turned back around and handed her the keys before working again.

"Thankyou ma'am."

She said before walking off with a skip in her step. She walked into the elevator and pressed the button for floor 8. She turned around to look at the mirror that was polished perfectly. She began to rummage through her handbag. She pulled out some lip gloss that was a baby pink. She carefully applied the substance to her plump lips before blowing a kiss to herself. The bell rang to signal that she had reached floor eight. She turned around whilst putting the lip gloss back into her bag. As the doors opened, a large smile cascaded over her face. She walked out of it like a happy child.

She made her way to her room. She fiddled with the keys and turned the handle until it unlocked. She walked in and shut the door behind her. She didn't think twice before throwing her stuff onto the bed and walking straight back out. She checked her watch once she was in the corridor. It's was 4.50pm.

Elvis would be back any minute. She quickly pulled out the silver keys that had the number "222" engraved onto the shiny metal. She sneakily unlocked Elvis's door whilst she looked around suspiciously. She heard a click as she slowly pushed open Elvis's door. She quietly stepped into the dark room. Her doll eyes scanned the room briefly before she shut the door.

She flicked a light switch, and she watched as the luxurious room light up. It was beautiful. A large vanity sat itself next to the bathroom door, and a grand king bed was placed neatly next to a wall. Her heels hit the purple carpet beneath her as she explored the room. She walked up to the nightstand. It seemed that Elvis had already been in here since his wallet and belongings were sitting there. She carefully grabbed the wallet with her small hands and opened it. Her sparkling eyes widened as she saw the hundred dollar bills that were stashed in there like they were nothing. But her eyes were quickly hooded when she saw a small picture in a small pocket within the wallet. Her fingers slid into the pocket and pulled out the thin paper.

It was Elvis doing a funny pose with another woman. The woman had jet black hair, just like Elvis's. She was wearing an expensive looking dress. Her hand was placed on his face. Aria's heart sunk and shattered as she saw the large diamond ring on the woman's finger. It couldn't be. She turned the picture over to reveal Elvis's hand righting. It read,

"My beautiful wife."

Aria seemed to be stuck or even frozen. Her fists bawled, and her cheeks grew red. Her teeth grinded against eachover.

"Wife, my ass."

She said through her teeth to herself as she forcefully shoved the picture back into the wallet. She threw the wallet onto the nightstand before walking over to the vanity. She bent down to look into her reflection. She began to apply some makeup. Her hands were trembling with anger as she did so.

"He is mine, and I'll prove it."

She said as she angrily applied her lip gloss. Once she was done, she stormed over to the king bed and sat herself down. She hid her anger by plastering a mistevious grin on her smug face. Her hands ran through her blonde hair before she brushed out any creases in her sexy dress. She crossed her model legs and waited patiently for Elvis.

Not long after, the door knob moved and jolted until the door pushed open. The light from the hallway shot into the room before Elvis stood tall in the doorway. He closed the door and slipped his shoes off. He placed his stuff onto the small table that stood beside the door. Aria's smile only grew wider. Elvis turned around. He furrowed his brows and froze for a moment. He looked at Aria in horror. Aria played with her hair as she waited for Elvis to speak.

"What are you doing here? How did you even get in here?!"

He said as he raised his voice. His fists clenched as he looked at Aria, who stood up from the bed. She slowly walked over to him.

"Don't worry about that."

She said as she stepped closer to him. Her alluring eyes locked with his icey blues.

"What do you want?"

He asked in a fed up tone as he realised who she was. Aria's brows furrowed, and she stepped closer.

"I just wanted to suprise you. What's wrong with that?"

"You fucking broke into my hotel room goddammit!"

Elvis shouted as his eyes filled with fury. This only feuled Aria's ego. She put her index finger against his plump lips as her other hand rested on his chest.

"Hush baby, no need to get angry."

She whispered seductively as she felt his hot breath on her face. Elvis's chest rose up and down.

"You need to leave."

He said sternly. Aria was only inches away from his handsome face. It was so crazy that she was able to haunt Elvis. She was like his shadow.

"Aww, come on, we can have some fun."

She said as she looked into his dreamy eyes.

"I have a wife."

He said as he broke eyecontact. Aria looked at him with a grin on her face.

"Well, that didn't stop you last time, did it?"

She giggled softly. Elvis rolled his eyes before looking at her.

"I'm not like that anymore, I'm a changed man."

He said.

"Oh shut up, don't bullshit me. You can't be a "changed man" in a month."

Aria looked at him as her eyes hooded. Elvis didn't reply. He just looked to the floor. Aria carresed his cheek with her fingers, she looked up at him.

"I know you want me."

She whispered. No reply.

"I can treat you better then that basic bitch can. I can make you feel real good."

No reply. She was so menacing and alluring, something about her was so magnetic. It was like she had a secret power.

"I'll make ya wish that you put the ring on my finger. Just let me make ya feel -"

Her sentence was suddenly interrupted as Elvis grabbed her head and kissed her aggressively. His hands got trapped on her hair as his tongue danced around hers. Aria's hands trailed his body before he forcefully picked her body up. She wrapped her legs around his waist as her hands latched onto his face as she kissed him. He walked over to the bed and placed her on the satin sheets. She looked up at him as he began to unbutton his trousers. Her menacing grin appeared once again. She bit her lip as she watched him strip. Once he was bare, he hiked Aria's dress up to her waist and pulled her panties off aggressively. He threw them to the floor. He dragged her body towards his and began to thrust into her like it was his last day. He was so aggressive and strong yet so sexy and handsome. Her moans filled the room as her body bounced up and down. Her angelic moans were like music to his ears. Elvis grunted into her ear like an animal. His big hands gripped her waist tightly. He squeezed her to the point where it hurt, but she didn't care. She looked at the sweat that dripped from his head and soaked into the smooth sheets. His hair bounced. Aria wrapped her arms around his neck to steady herself. It was like he was letting his built-up rage out on her. Almost as if she was an object. Her lininen curls were now messy and frizzy.He slowed down once he reached his high. Aria's moans got quieter as she passed her orgasm. Elvis layed on top of her body, his chest heaving and his heart beating.

"Oh, I love you."

Aria said breathlessly into his ear. Elvis got up and began to put his trousers back as he looked down at Aria. Her hair was messy, and her cheeks were red.

"You make me do some crazy things."

He said before chuckling. Aria smiled before sitting up. Elvis walked over to his wardrobe and got changed into some boxers. He grabbed a t-shirt of his and threw it at Aria. Aria looked up at him confused.

"Put it on, you're staying here with me."

Elvis said. A large smile invaded Aria's face as she looked at him. Her heart began to beat faster as her blood coursed through her veins. Her dimpled cheeks and ruby lips enhanced as he looked at her. She quickly put the clothes on like it was her mission. Elvis lay down in the bed as he watched her change. Once she finished, she turned around to look at Elvis.

"C'mere honey."

He said with his southern drawl as he looked at her with a grin. She walked over to him, and she was pulled into his arms. She lay on top of him as he cuddled her like a baby. His hands stroked her body as his breath blew on her. This was all she ever wanted, and she got it. The smell of his cologne and the heat of his body. It was pure bliss. She smelt of white roses and felt as fragile and satiny as her hair. She lifted her head to look into his glittering eyes. She smiled as she looked at him. His long eyelashes and thick brows were so angelic and sexy. He bent his head down towards her and placed a candy sweet kiss onto her forehead, making her eyes flutter shut. She had finally got what she wanted.

[androgynealienfemme]

""The Androgynous Imperative"

Almost against my will, the early seventies turned me into a "lesbian feminist." Feminism tore apart my butch identity. A former Catholic, I could smell heresy before I heard it. Feminism was heretical to "the gay world." Feminism struck to the core. Feminism said "A lesbian is the rage of all women condensed to the point of an explosion." I had no idea what this meant, but I knew it wasn't Websters. I came to embrace and love lesbian-feminism, because I knew those weirdos were right. Innately I'd always felt lesbianism was more than sexual behavior. Lesbianism embodied a political rage, an ornery one. The new blasphemy attacked my trappings as well as my core. Feminism eliminated dirty dancing: leading my partner was "heterosexist"; bumping and grinding was plain ol "sexist". The Lesbian-Feminists said it was wrong for femmes to wear makeup, patriarchal to indulge in monogamy, and "male identified" (a mortal sin) for butches to wear ties. In fact, the Lesbian-Feminists insisted there was no such thing as butch-femme. It was a "heterosexual copout." (By then I knew that anything heterosexual was anathema). These frizzy-headed, unshaven interlopers decreed that "womyn" who acted like men (butches) or like girls (femmes) were not even lesbians! Feminism's only analysis of "butch" was as synonymous with "male"- which meant thoroughly politically incorrect. I didn't have a political analysis to explain my butch self, so I gave myself up to "the larger struggle" -- It wasn't too hard to adopt the uniform of my faith. I already had hiking boots, 501s, and several denim jackets. (All I needed was a few political buttons on my chest). This has not been my everyday outfit, but I had to admit, denim wore well for the decade. It was cheaper than replenishing my tie and suspender collection. So on the outside, I became an instant androgyne.

-- One might as well ask: Why would a self respecting, adamant butch dyke ever buy such crap? Wasn't I settled in my identity, clear about who was a lesbian and who was not, happy in my bed and in my head? -- Obviously not.”

"Butches, Lies, and Feminism" by Jeanne Cordova, The Persistent Desire, (edited by Joan Nestle) (1992)

[slytherwrites]

I don't mean to be mean or rude but there were these people in my class who were wearing like REALLY revealing clothes and I've gotten an idea: How would yanderes Draco, poly yanderes Fred and George react to the reader who's usually an introvert suddenly wearing really revealing clothing since she wants to be noticed and doesn't want to be viewed as an introvert anymore? Tbh, this is actually what I'm thinking rn... it's like if I want to be noticed in my college these days, that's the step I'll have to take but I don't feel comfortable wearing such revealing clothes

i think this is my first non mha request across my two writing blogs and im esctatic!!! also, dont do things youre not comfortable with just for attention.

also im assuming that this is for two different sets, draco and the weasley twins, not all three of them (which would be an... interesting set up)

and anything mean or degrading i say does not represent my feeling on how people dress, just how i imagine these characters feeling, whilst being yanderes

and i made sure to make this as gender neutral as possible

Draco Malfoy - 6th Year (HBP)

He isn't a stranger to attractive girls trying to get his attention. His family is rich and powerful and with the state of the world at the moment, siding with a notoriously dark wizarding family isn't the worst thing in the world.

But you? He expected better.

You were dressed like one of those muggle harlots pureblood men would talk about. If their wives were frigid, they could always get someone of an inferior status for a short little while. Women like that were always impressed by riches and jewels.

But you? Nice, pureblood you? He couldn't believe it.

The Hogwarts uniform itself looked nice on you. You dressed respectable, nice even in your house color. But you ditched the cloak and hiked up your uniform to show skin. The hem at the bottoms were brought up and your button up shirt left with one too many buttons undone. Your tie was strung haphazardly across your neck, lining up against your collarbone.

It was sickening, pathetic, and dare he say, hot.

But, you weren't supposed to be like that. You were supposed to be better than that. And that causes Draco to intercept you.

He grabs your arm before you can even get to the Great Hall for breakfast, clenching your wrist until his knuckles turn white. He looks up, then down. Slowly taking everything in.

"I take it you don't like my outfit, Draco."

"You're getting bold."

"I guess."

"And, dare I ask why you're dressed like this?" He asks, "You're not a veela you know."

"Just..." You reply, "Wanted a change of wardrobe."

He lets go of you just long enough to wrap his own cloak around you.

"You shouldn't dress like that you know." He says, "And keep the cloak on. No one should see you in this state."

You look at him, taking it off before he puts his wand in your face.

"Put it on, or there will be consequences for your behavior."

"Okay Draco." You add, "Whatever."

You roll your eyes, taking the cloak. You can always just go change in between classes.

He lets you go before getting the last word in, "And if you want to dress that slutty again, stop by my dorm before doing so."

Weasley Twins - 6th Year (GOF)

It's the Yule Ball and the twins didn't officially bring anyone. Neither did you. But everyone in Gryffindor Tower knows not to touch what the twins want.

And what they want, is you.

It's been apparent ever since the three of you started Hogwarts together. The twins and their person, their third half. There was a sense of safety when it came from them. Nobody would mess with the one thing that some of the most mischievous students at Hogwarts desired.

And oh, did they desire you. They have wanted you ever since they rode the train with you, all those years ago. You were their third half, the born-away piece of their soul. The one person who knew either of them just with one look. Because you knew them for who each of them are, not for who they are. And that's what makes you special. It's what makes you one of them.

"Oh Georgie..." Fred comments, "Look what the cat dragged in."

George whistle, "Look what the cat came in with."

Damn, did their other partner clean up nice. Well, nice may not be te right word, but it certainly must be what you were feeling, because you never graced them with this amount of skin ever.

"I don't think I've ever felt so..."

"Lucky?"

"Aroused."

"Understandable, Freddie."

The encircled you, cutting off most people's view of you. And oh, was it a view. They need to take you to nicer places more often if this is how you'll dress for them. It's better than the muggle photos people smuggle in and even more so thatn the magical magazines in circulation. even if everything isn't showing, you've left nothing to the imagination.

Part of them wants to show you off, keep you pressed against them and ensnared in their arms. everyone could look and be envious of what they could have, but then people would try to take you away from them. And that's not an option, ever.

You aren't leaving their side, even if you want to. You can keep on dressing pretty and showing yourself off, but they're going to make it big. Their business will rise off the ground. And they'll be able to dress you up in the sluttiesst of dress robes all of the godamn time, if you left them take a peek at what's underneath afterwards, of course.

[v3nusxsky]

Hiya! Can I ask for a smutty lady lesso x reader w r being a brat and lady lesso punishing them in her office maybe with spanking/edging/denial and then making them kneel beside her desk w a vibrator in them while she works and they're not allowed to move/make noises? The idea's been making my brain go brrr

Hey anon! I had so much fun with this one :) I hope you enjoy

Pretty pet 18+

*Authors note| I feel like this was just such a joy to write, words just flew together instantly. I hope you all enjoy it*

Trigger warning~ brat r dom l spanking, edging, orgasm denial, degradation overstimulation praise mistress kink

Prompt~see ask

It was obvious in your relationship who was the dominant one of your relationship. After all, she alluded dominance in every aspect of her life. You were on the shyer side of the scale, but with her? Well that's when the inner brat came out to play. The confidence you had in these moments was truly an adrenaline rush, and you knew that Lesso absolutely adored putting you back in her place. As her submissive you had rules, not overly strict but easily breakable if you truly desired it. As her girlfriend, you were doted on and showered with affection at any opportunity. The perfect balance in both of your opinions.

Today you were feeling rather frustrated and being her good girl just wouldn't cut it today. You started your plan with a teasing outfit, showing just enough to cause a reaction but not completely inappropriate for the lessons you were teaching today. The next was the flirty words you'd whisper in her ear as you moved past her. When it came to meals, you sat next to her trailing a teasing hand up and down her thigh discreetly of course. But you decided that you needed to go further. So when you had a free lesson you snuck away to your chambers to record yourself with the intention of sending it to her.

Lesso had been looking for you in your class room but being unsuccessful she made her way to your chambers. She heard then most deliciously familiar noises that were for her ears only, a smirk gracing her lips as she slammed the door open startling you. "Just what do you think your doing pet?"she purred coming closer observing the way she had found you, clothed but clearly your hands were busy working on your chest and trailing your thighs. Mind made up she took you by the hand and led you to her office. This was unusual, not a word was spoken between you both and you could feel your arousal grow at what was to come.

Your body slammed into the door, effectively shutting it with the loud slamming noise echoing off the walls. Her lips instantly found yours in a rough and dominating kiss, the kind of kiss that makes your brain fuzzy and your toes curl. With a nip to your bottom lip she growled against the shell of your ear, "you're such a whore that you couldn't even ask for what you wanted. No, you had to go and be a brat. You know what I do to brats don't you pretty one?" Before tracing your ear with her tongue and nipping at your lobe. Your nod in response seemed to add to the frustration the older women felt,  her hand found yours pulling you over to her desk and leaning you over it. "Safe word?" She commanded watching as you squeezed your thighs together in anticipation. "Dove" you confirmed and gasped as your dress was hiked up above your hips, exposing your perfectly round globes to her.

Without a warning, she brought her hand down against your ass in quick succession. "Count dirty girl" was purred against your ear as more hits found their way to your ass. By the time she had finished it was a nice shade of rosy pink. Your arousal now soaked your underwear. "Colour?" She whispered to you in which you moaned out as she stroked your abused flesh, "green mistress!"

It didn't take long for Leonora to settle on her chair and spin you to come straddle her thigh. When your centre made contact with her tensed thigh you let out an uncontrollable whine.  A tap on your hips signalled you could now start to rock your hips against her. She captured your lips with hers and allowed her hands to fondle your chest without removing the barrier. You were driven by the need you felt as you continued to rut against her. She allowed you to bring yourself to the edge on her thigh. Only when you were ready to call she removed her thigh from you, a desperate whine in protest escaped you before you could stop it. A sharp slap to your thigh was your reminder along with the words "naughty girls don't get to complain, take what you're given." In her stern dominant voice.

You were desperate for her to touch you. This is torture and she knew it. So when she began to strip you of your clothing, you couldn't help by sign in relief until you were now bare and at her mercy. When you saw the slender fingers of your lover reaching in her draw of her desk, searching for a very specific item. When she found it a smirk found it's way back on her lips. Her eyes devouring you as if you were prey. A shiver ran down your body as though someone was walking over your grave due to her intense gaze.

Lesso expertly inserted the vibrator between your legs. She revealed in the gasp you let free as she turned it on. "Be a good slut and kneel" she commanded pointing to the spot next to her chair. The vibrations were ruthless and continuous, bringing you closer and closer to the edge every time before she would shut it off and continue with her work. Only when she could tell you'd calmed enough would she pressed the button starting the toy back up again. You lost count how many times she did this, but it didn't stop till her stack of paper work was completed. Desperate pleas and whines were tumbling freely now, and she knew you were beginning to reach that limit, you just need a little more. She was more than happy to provide it for you.

The toy was removed and you once again found yourself bent over the desk, fingers clawing at the wood in an attempt to keep still. Her long slender fingers entered your cunt that was leaking with need. Her moan at the feeling only spurring on your need to cum. Her fingers worked tirelessly thrusting fast and hard even adding a simple curl of the fingers to hit that spot that drove you wild. "Please god mistress please I'm gonna" you mewled out, powerless to stop the assault on your sensitive core. "Cum for me pretty" was all you needed to hear followed by a deliciously painful bite to your collarbone. You tumbled over the edge screaming for your lover as she continued her quest. You were unsure if you were coming down still or building to the next orgasm but you didn't care. It felt good and all you could do is whimper and whine for the older women to keep going.

Suddenly her fingers were removed leaving you feeling empty and shaking against the desk. She sunk to her knees and you felt her talented tongue exploring your cunt. You whined too sensitive for another but she didn't stop she continued, you lay powerless and out of breath allowing her to do as she pleased with you. She brought you over the edge and back down and even gently cleaned you up before coming to gather your spent body in her arms.

"You did so good for me pretty one" she murmured with kisses being pressed to the crown of your head. You snuggled up against her body absorbing her natural body heat. There in that moment sleep claimed you. Once you had completely sparked out Lesso stood with you in her arms and carried you to the her bedroom allowing you to rest in comfort.

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