#baccarat hotel

[mrs-trophy-wife]

[wgm-beautiful-world]

Baccarat Hotel, NYC

[sheltiechicago]

Bardula: Combining Art, Science, And Technology To Create Luminous Masterpieces

Bardula is the artistic pseudonym used by a creative couple based in Paris, whose passion for light, reflection, and new technologies has led them to create breathtaking kaleidoscopic artworks. Since their first collaboration on several pieces for the Baccarat Hotel in New York in 2014, Bardula’s unique luminokinetic art has captured the attention of art enthusiasts worldwide.

[theflytrap]

[fishymom-art]

Animatic with Tim and Rose to "Loser, Baby" hehe uvu

(THOSE AREN'T HAZBIN HOTEL OCS BTW JUST IN CASE YOU THINK THAT)

[jaygaeze]

[shaankaz]

BACCARAT HOTEL RESIDENCES

BACCARAT HOTEL RESIDENCES BY H&H DEVELOPMENT – DOWNTOWN DUBAI

Baccarat Hotel & Residences is an off-plan luxury branded hotel and residential apartment property developed by H&H Properties & Real Estate. This luxury development is located at the prime address of Downtown Dubai. Baccarat offers 2, 3, and 4-bedroom apartments and 5-bedroom penthouses for sale, with the saleable area of each unit ranging between 2633 sq.ft to 9304 sq.ft. The built-up area of 2-bedroom homes is 2633 sq.ft, and the sale offer prices start at AED 20 million onwards. 3 and 4-bedroom unit sizes are 3765 sq.ft to 5130 sq.ft, with cost pricing starting from 28.9 million AED. Buyers can book a unit with a 10% booking amount deposit, as the developer offers a flexible 60/40 installment-based payment plan.

Baccarat Residences at Downtown Dubai is designed by Studio Libeskind, with hotel interiors by 1508 London. The owner of the project is Shamal Holding, H&H is proud to announce the launch of premium residences in collaboration with the super luxury fashion brand. This is an amazing investment opportunity for real estate investors in Dubai to invest in branded residences. Most of the units will have a Burj Khalifa view from their unit and come with a large balcony and deck area. This is an off-plan luxury property that is expected to be completed by Q4-2026. The sizes of 5-bedroom penthouse units are 9304 sq.ft, with cost pricing starting from 76 million Dirhams.

[sobhahrcpristine-blog]

Baccarat Hotel & Residences is an off-plan luxury branded hotel and residential apartment property developed by H&H Properties & Real Estate. This luxury development is located at the prime address of Downtown Dubai. Baccarat offers 2, 3, and 4-bedroom apartments and 5-bedroom penthouses for sale, with the saleable area of each unit ranging between 2633 sq.ft to 9304 sq.ft. The built-up area of 2-bedroom homes is 2633 sq.ft, and the sale offer prices start at AED 20 million onwards. 3 and 4-bedroom unit sizes are 3765 sq.ft to 5130 sq.ft, with cost pricing starting from 28.9 million AED. Buyers can book a unit with a 10% booking amount deposit, as the developer offers a flexible 60/40 installment-based payment plan.

Baccarat Residences at Downtown Dubai is designed by Studio Libeskind, with hotel interiors by 1508 London. The owner of the project is Shamal Holding, H&H is proud to announce the launch of premium residences in collaboration with the super luxury fashion brand. This is an amazing investment opportunity for real estate investors in Dubai to invest in branded residences. Most of the units will have a Burj Khalifa view from their unit and come with a large balcony and deck area. This is an off-plan luxury property that is expected to be completed by Q4-2026. The sizes of 5-bedroom penthouse units are 9304 sq.ft, with cost pricing starting from 76 million Dirhams.

[lenoraslament]

Slytherin boys +Pansy react

Their Favorite Perfume for you to Wear

I’m such a fraghead I had to make it

Mattheo Riddle

Fruity, confident, bright scents

There is nothing that turns his head faster than a confident girl. He loves sexy, fruity perfumes that inspire him to take you on like a conquest.

Tom Ford Lost Cherry

Armani Si Passione

Sol de Janeiro 40 Bom De Bright

Victoria secret Bombshell

7 Virtues Coconut Sun

Lorenzo Berkshire

Sweet edible scents

This guy is just such a damn munch. He wants you to smell as edible as he thinks you are.

Kay Ali Vanilla 28

Burberry Her

Kay Ali Yum Pistachio

Sol de Janeiro Cheirosa 62

Theo Nott

Dark sexy scents

Theo wants you to smells as tempting and as seductive as you look. Dark coffees, spicy ambers, the epitome of sinking his hands into your hair and tugging jt back. Hard.

Black Opium

Victoria Secret Very Sexy

Tom Ford Black Orchid

Maison Margiela Jazz Club

Draco Malfoy

Clean florals

He loves when you smell as fresh and pretty as a spring day. Or at least as pretty as the expensive floral arrangements he buys you.

Replica Springtime in the Park

Chanel Chance

Glossier You

By/ Rosie Jane

Bliase Zabini

Spicy florals or Clean Scents

Blaise I’m torn because I feel like he would appreciate the simple clean soap smell. Beautiful and unproblematic. But Blaise secretly loves that sexy drama so he would appreciate a sexier floral scent that still has an air of sophistication to it.

Good girl

Arianna Grande Cloud

Juliette has a Gun Not a Perfume

Nest Indigo

Tom Riddle

Expensive and Sexy

Tom wants you to smell luxe, expensive, and unquestionably perfect. Think hotel lobby or the world’s most expensive vanilla. He won’t take you seriously if you show up smelling like a piece of candy. He probably won’t take you seriously either way but at least your presence won’t be as much of a bother if you smell good.

YSL libre

Baccarat Rouge

Billie eilish ‘Eilish’

Jo Malone Peony & Blush Suede

Pansy Parkinson

Niche scents.

Pansy ‘quintessential cool girl’ Parkinson will appreciate niche fragrances. She loves the unique and lesser known, it reminds her of you. Also she wants to be able to steal perfumes from your cool collection.

Vilhelm Perfumes: Poets of Berlin

Tokyo milk: Dead Sexy

Byredo Gypsy Water

[matttgirlies]

Matt & Me🎀

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a story heavily based on Priscilla Presley’s Book “Elvis & Me” based in the 1950’s - 1970’s.

fem! reader x singer! matt

disclaimer!! - in no way am i saying matt would ever support or do these kind of things, for the sake of the book certain unethical things do happen at times.

warnings - semi smut (not really)

y/nn = your nickname for any confusion🩷

Chapter 18

My attitude toward the usual wedding formalities was naive and unsophisticated. If it had not been for my good friend Amber Doe, I can’t imagine what I would have done. Amber was great that way. She was raised in Missouri, where her mother was somewhat involved with political events and ventures. Amber knew all the social graces along with proper etiquette.

Before the wedding there had never been an occasion for formalities—the same people came around for years and were always included when there was a special party such as New Year’s at a local club or fireworks wars in back of Graceland.

She reminded me to order my own personalized stationery for later thank-yous and a guest book for later memories. She registered our name with the city’s finest silver and crystal dealers for the convenience of family and friends buying wedding presents.

I had never attended a wedding as large as ours—nothing even close. I was nervous. The bounty from the wedding showers took me by surprise. Graceland had always seemed to have everything anyone could want. We were content with what was there, plus little things I’d bought over the years, such as simple dishes and plain glasses (in case of breakage).

“What’s wrong with those?” I wondered. I was raised to be practical and it was showing. Amber introduced me to dining luxury, the top names in silver, crystal, china—Baccarat, Lenox, Steuben.

The wedding ceremony itself took place on May 1, 1967. Colonel William handled the arrangements. His plan was for Matt and me to drive from L.A. to our rented house in Palm Springs the day before the wedding, so that any inquisitive reporters who got wind of the event would think it was going to take place there.

In fact, we planned to rise before dawn on our wedding day and fly from Palm Springs to Las Vegas, where we were scheduled to arrive at the city clerk’s office at 7 a.m. to get our marriage license. From there, the plan was to rush over to the Aladdin Hotel, dress, have a small ceremony in the private suite of the hotel’s owner, and then—we hoped—slip out of town before anyone noticed.

Time was of the essence. We knew that once we applied for a marriage license, the news would flash around the world. It actually was only a few hours after we got our license that Rona Barrett’s office began calling to ask if rumors about the marriage were true.

Matt and I followed the Colonel’s plan, but as we raced through the day we both thought that if we had it to do over again, we would have given ourselves more time. We were particularly upset at the way our friends and relatives ended up being shuffled around. The Colonel even told some of the boys that the room was too small to hold most of them and their wives, and that there wasn’t time to change to a bigger room. Unfortunately, by the time Matt found out, it was too late for him to do anything about it.

Now I sometimes look back at all the commotion of that week and wonder how things could have gotten so out of hand. I wish I’d had the strength then to say, “Wait a minute, this is our wedding, fans or no fans, press or no press. Let us invite whomever we want, and have it wherever we want!”

It seemed that as soon as the ceremony began, it was over. Our vows were taken. We were now husband and wife. I remember flashbulbs popping, my father’s congratulations, my mother’s tears of happiness.

I would have given anything for one moment alone with my husband. But we were immediately rushed out for a photo session, then a nationwide press conference, and finally a reception, with more photographers.

Mrs. Matt Sturniolo. It had a different ring, a nicer sound than previous labels such as “constant companion,” “teen heartthrob,” “live-in Lolita,” “lover.” For the first time, I felt accepted by my peers and the majority of the public. There were exceptions, of coursethose who had that little hope that they might be the one to finally catch Matt. I didn’t understand that at the time. I was in love and just hoped they would be happy for us.

When I read in the newspapers that I was the best-kept secret in Hollywood, I felt very proud; it was good to be acknowledged. The years of doubt and insecurity of where and if I belonged were over.

I was both exhausted and relieved when we finally returned to Palm Springs aboard Frank Sinatra’s Learjet, the Christina. There were more photographers and reporters waiting for us as we stepped off the plane, and others were parked outside our home.

I was surprised that Matt was holding up so well, considering how nervous he’d been about this ultimate commitment. Yet he was charming with the press and dealt easily with endlessly clicking cameras and flashbulbs, all of which he could usually tolerate only for short periods of time. On top of everything else, we hadn’t slept for nearly forty-eight hours.

In his own way, Matt was determined that our wedding day would be special for us. He joked with Nate Doe, asking, “Is this the way it’s done?”

He carried me across the threshold of our house singing “The Hawaiian Wedding Song.” He stopped and gave me a long, loving kiss, then proceeded to carry me up the stairs to our bedroom, the whole crowd teasing and applauding.

It was still daylight and the sun shone brightly through our bedroom windows as Matt carefully placed me in the middle of our king-size bed.

I don’t think he really knew what to do with me. After all, Matt had protected me and saved me for so long. He was now understandably hesitant about fulfilling all his promises about how very good this moment was going to be.

I have to laugh at how nervous we both were. One would have thought that it was the first time we had ever been together under intimate circumstances.

Gently, his lips touched mine. Then he looked deeply into my eyes. “My wife,” he said softly, as he drew me close. “I love you, y/nn,” he murmured, covering my body with his.

The intensity of emotion I was experiencing was electrifying. The desire and lust that had built up in me throughout the years exploded in a frenzy of passion.

Could he have known how it would be for me? Had he planned this all along? I’ll never know. But I do know that as I went from child to woman, the long, romantic, yet frustrating adventure that Matt and I had shared all seemed worthwhile. As old-fashioned as it might sound, we were now one. It was special. He made it special, like he did with anything he took pride in.

Within a few days we were in Boston, where Angela Sturniolo held a small wedding shower for me. At the end of May we threw a big reception at Graceland for all our friends and relatives—and some fans. Matt and I wore our wedding clothes, greeted everyone, sipped champagne, and shared cake just as if the party were taking place after the wedding ceremony. It was much more comfortable and relaxed than Las Vegas.

Laughing and somewhat high from the champagne, we could really have a good time. There were no photographers or strangers watching our every move.

It was fun seeing James get loose.

“Dad, you want some more champagne?” Matt asked, his eyes twinkling.

“Don’t mind if I do, Son. That’s pretty good stuff.”

“Yeah. Well, don’t drink too much. I don’t want my dad gettin’ in trouble. I see that blonde you’ve been eyein’.”

James stole a glance at the girl and, with the same twinkle replied, “She ain’t too bad, is she? Think I’ll go see if she needs anything.”

Matt turned to me and said, “I like seein’ Dad happy. He hasn’t had too much of it lately, poor ol’ guy.” He watched James make his way through the crowd.

The reception at Graceland was our way of trying to make everyone happy—those who hadn’t known about the wedding ceremony, those who knew but couldn’t attend, and those who knew but weren’t invited. It was a way of including everyone, of making up to anyone whose feelings might have been hurt during the rushed hours in Vegas.

One person who had been very upset was Red West. He had not been invited to the wedding ceremony in the suite, only to the reception afterward. I believe the reason Red was so hurt was because Matt did not demand that he be present, did not take a stand over Colonel William’s decision that only the immediate family and best man attend. I also believe that Red wanted to be best man. After all, he’d known Matt the longest, since their days at Humes High. When Red found out he could not watch the ceremony, he refused to come at all.

Matt was aware of Red’s decision but was determined not to let anything mar the wedding. I understood that but was never able to figure out how Marty Lacker made it to the ceremony. In a last-minute decision Matt had included him as best man along with Nate Doe.

It took a long time for Red to come around again without showing his displeasure. This bothered Matt and he discussed it with many of us, justifying himself and blaming Colonel for putting him in an awkward position.

“You didn’t make the decision—I did,” Colonel reportedly stated. “No matter who you picked, there was gonna be someone left mad. You got too many as it is. You oughta listen to me and let go of some of ’em, then these things won’t come up.”

There’s an old Southern belief that holds that a woman goes into a marriage thinking she can change her man, while a man wants his woman to stay the same as when he married her. I didn’t want to change Matt, but I did have the romantic delusion that once we were married, I could change our life-style.

For the first few days after the wedding, I thought my dream had come true. We divided our time between Graceland and the ranch, where Matt and I had taken up residence in a large, three-bedroom trailer.

It was typical of Matt to choose the trailer over the quaint little house. He had never lived in a trailer before and it intrigued him. The place was completely furnished, including a washer, a dryer, and a modern kitchen. It turned out to be very romantic.

I loved playing house. I personally washed all his clothes, along with the towels and sheets, and took pride in ironing his shirts and rolling up his socks the way my mother had taught me. Here was an opportunity to take care of him myself. No maids or housekeepers to pamper us. No large rooms to embrace the regular entourage.

I got up early, put on a pot of coffee, and started his breakfast with a pound of bacon and three eggs, proudly presented it to him the moment he woke up.

“You see, if we were ever stranded somewhere alone, you know I can take care of you.”

It must have been difficult for him to eat the instant he opened his eyes—but he wasn’t going to disappoint his new bride.

Although the rest of the group traveled with us, they respected our privacy as newlyweds and, for the most part, left us alone.

I understood Matt’s need for the camaraderie the entourage provided, and I didn’t want to take him away from the people he loved, especially now that we were married. He had always criticized wives who tried to change the status quo. He told me about one wife, saying, “She doesn’t like him to be around the boys so much. She’s going to cause problems in the group.” The last thing I wanted was for Matt to think I’d be the kind of wife who’d come between her man and his friends.

I decided one evening to show off my cooking skills for everyone by making one of Matt’s favorite dishes, lasagna. I invited the regulars, bragging to one and all about how well I prepared this Italian specialty. Despite my outward confidence, I must have made ten longdistance calls to my mother in New Jersey, checking and rechecking on quantities and measurements. It was important for me to prove myself a success. Nate Doe, our only Italian and a “gourmet chef,” kidded me all week about how he bet that my lasagna wouldn’t be as good as his. All that ribbing only made me more nervous. I kept thinking, What do I know about pasta? I’m not even Italian.

Finally, the night of the dinner came. Everyone was seated at the table, watching me expectantly. I tried to appear cool and confident as I brought out the fancily prepared platter and started cutting individual squares for my guests. I did notice that when I started slicing the lasagna, it felt a little tough, but thinking I was holding a dull knife, I continued dishing it out.

I sat down, smiled anxiously, and said, “Please start.” We all took a bite and—crunch. There was a look of shock on everyone’s face. I looked at my plate and was mortified when I realized I had forgotten to boil the pasta.

Matt began laughing, but when he saw I was about to cry he turned to his plate and began eating, uncooked noodles and all. Taking their lead from him, everyone followed suit.

Nate Doe still laughs about it, frequently saying, “y/nn? How about some lasagna?”

Excerpt from: "Elvis and Me" by Priscilla Beaulieu Presley. Scribd. This material may be protected by copyright.

a/n - married!! 🎀

[lychee-drinks]

A Planned Coincidence | Samuel Seo x Fem! Reader (NSFW, MINORS DON’T INTERACT)

Rating: Explicit, NSFW Content

Word Count: 4459

Description:

Samuel's drinking at a bar after a rough day. He was planning to head home after a few drinks, but was approached by someone buying him a drink, changing the course of his night.

Warnings: Hand tying, deep throating, alcohol, drunk sex, Samuel’s kinda rough, cunnilingus, doggy style, fingering, hand jobs, neck kissing, breast sucking, a bit of a plot twist in the middle

It was a typical Monday evening. A typical Monday evening where the bars would be empty, and nobody would be out drinking yet because they had work the next day. Except for Samuel, he sat at the bar alone and he was already taking shots.

All sorts of thoughts clouded his mind that evening. Family, the Workers, the path to becoming king, Eli fucking Jang, Big Deal, Jake, Sinu, all of it. It wasn’t healthy for him to drink his stress away, but he was already drinking a lot since his teen years.

It was a pretty high-end bar owned by The Workers. One that only the elite of South Korea would go to. The dress code was rich. Wear the most high-end brands you have and you’re in. The outfits of the people that came in cost more than the average person could imagine. The alcohol they served there was the expensive kind that a regular person wouldn't drink unless it were a special occasion.

Samuel only planned to drink a few more shots throughout the night and eventually retreat home. He couldn’t stay here for long as he had plans for the week. But these plans were interrupted as he heard someone take out the chair next to him and sit.

“Can I order two margaritas?”

Samuel turned to his right to see who was talking.

There he saw you, dressed in a short black dress with V-Neck, wearing diamond jewelry with a Birkin bag. He recognized your scent, it was Baccarat Rouge 540 fragrance. You were attractive and well-dressed.

Samuel made up his mind, his plans for the night were gonna change.

“That drink for me?” Samuel asked. Usually, women don’t order men's drinks, it’s the other way around. But he was the only one that could've been receiving the other glass.

“Yeah. Saw you alone and couldn’t help, but approach,” You smiled. You crossed your arms together. Samuel was intrigued. He didn’t buy women drinks, but here he was being offered one.

“Well, I’m not the biggest fan of margaritas, but I’ll make an exception,” Samuel smiled. The bartender had the drinks ready pretty quick and handed the drinks to the two of you.

Samuel placed the lime onto his napkin and took a sip.

“So what brings you here, on a Monday night?” He asked you. He rested his chin on his hand.

“Shitty day at work, got yelled at by my brother for how I run things in the family,” You sighed. You took a sip. “Thought I might relieve a bit of stress by heading here.”

“Guess you’re the same as me. I’ve got everything on my mind and it’s all from work,” Samuel sighed. It went silent between the two of you.

Samuel waved for the bartender to come over.

“Can I order two shots of tequila?” Samuel asked. You looked at him.

“You don’t have to…”

“Don’t worry about it, I’m just giving back,” Samuel smiled as he wrapped his arm around your shoulder.

——————————————————

The two of you stumbled out of the elevator, his face tinted red. Samuel unlocked the door with his key card, pulled you in, and slammed the door shut.

The bar had a hotel just above it. So after drinking a lot, the two of you decided to book a room on the top floor. Samuel chose a pretty pricey room for two and you were impressed.

Samuel pushed you against the door. Immediately making his lips down to your neck. You could feel his big hands sneak to your back to unzip your dress. Your moans were heavy, enjoying his affection towards your neck. He removed his lips to stare at your face seeing as it was in a euphoric state heavily breathing. You pulled his tie to pull his face closer to yours and connected your lips again. It was hot and wet with both of your tongues.

The two of you trailed to the bed, your dress was off at that point after Samuel got it off along with your bra. You kicked off your heels and set your purse aside. Samuel did so too, taking everything off except for his boxers. You could tell he had tattoos beneath his sleeves, but seeing that he was completely covered in them made him look so much hotter.

He quickly grabbed his discarded tie and tied it around your wrists above your head securely. His hands were pinned next to your sides. He then spread your legs open and slipped your panties off.

Samuel faced your vulva. His fingers trailed around your thighs and folds teasing you before he actually did anything.

“Are you ready for me?” Samuel asked. His eyes stared up at you.

You nodded. He wasted no time tossing your panties to the side so that he would eat you out. He swiped his tongue around your clit before going down to your entrance. His tongue was aggressive and his hands gripped your thighs tightly. He had you gasping and moaning for air.

You needed him further in you so your legs managed to break free from that strong grab. So, you wrapped your legs around his head to pull him in.

“Desperate for huh,” He said. Nothing prepared you for when Samuel inserted his fingers into you. You squeezed your eyes shut, enjoying the sensation, he knew exactly all the spots to hit.

“I’m ready—”

“For what,” He hummed. He was busy fingering you still to really pay attention, but your legs were quivering and you needed him in you.

It’s hard for you to get your words out. His fingers are fast and you’re biting the bottom of your lip. “Your dick– In me—” Samuel gets the message. The look in his eyes changes, they’re staring down at you like there was a fire in them. His demeanor changed and he was now sitting up pulling your thighs to his legs. He was in his boxers now You didn’t get a chance to see his crotch area earlier so, you looked down. His bulge was huge. You were scared at the sight, there was no way you weren't gonna be sore the next day.

“Fuck you’re huge…” You were amazed at the size. If your arms weren’t tied up, you would’ve given him a hand job. You were expecting him to slide his boxers down and immediately start rearranging your guts, but he brought his fingers to your face.

“Suck on it,” You glanced up at him. It was definitely a demand with his serious tone. Without questions you did so, tasting your fluids from his fingers.

“Good girl,” Samuel said as he brushed his hand across your forehead. Your eyes glanced down, watching as Samuel pulled his boxers down to reveal his giant cock. It was thick, veiny, and bigger than most you’d seen.

“Holy shit,” You let out. You were desperate, expecting Samuel to finally insert himself in you. He had your legs wide open ready to, but you realized he wanted to tease you a bit.

“Don’t you want to at least try it?” Samuel asked. You wanted to try him, but you were unsure if you could pull it off.

“But I’m tied up—“ You paused as you saw Samuel glare. You were nervous, maybe he was gonna fuck your face right there, but you had time to prepare before taking something that huge.

“Guess I’ll take this off,“ Samuel removed his tie on your wrist, setting it to the side so that he could use it again. Your wrists were finally free so you sat up and brought your face to his cock. You pumped it a few times, to get Samuel ready and took it in your mouth.

“God—" Samuel huffed. You were slow at first but slowly began to pick up the pace. You swiped his tip and the spots on his dick that pleased him the most. He was quite surprised by your skills at the top half, but he needed you even lower than that.

You felt his hand push your head lower. Samuel really wanted you to deep-throat his cock— not like you couldn’t do it.

Samuel knew he was gonna cum if he kept this up. And so, he got you off his cock to take a break before getting to the real stuff. Samuel brought his face close, wiped off the drool from your cheeks, and kissed you.

“Turn around for me.”

“Oh finally,” you smiled listening to his request. You were on your arms with your ass facing him. Samuel grabbed both your wrists to tie them with his tie again. But this time, behind your back.

“You’re already so wet for me,” Samuel scoffed. His fingers were around your hole before he inserted his cock in you. You couldn’t help but gasp at his first thrust. Of course, his cock was huge, but you felt full inside.

On top of having a huge dick, he was strong too. Each thrust he did against you had force and speed. He was definitely the rough type as his hands were gripped strongly around your thighs forcing you back and forth. That grip was definitely going to bruise your thighs the next day. It hurt at first, feeling as if his cock was stretching you, but it didn’t matter, you were having fun. A lot of fun with your whines and hisses.

“You’re so tight,” Samuel spoke in your ear. He talked very dirty, telling you all the ways he was gonna fuck you and how it was gonna hurt so bad tomorrow. You enjoyed it, of course, making you cry louder.

“F—f—“ You whined. You didn’t have the strength in you to finish what you were saying. Each thrust of his stopped you from being able to form complete words.

“What. You want me to do something?” Samuel huffed in your ear. Your body continued to move up and down on the bed. You turned your head, barely being able to look at him from behind.

“Faster,” You cried. Without hesitation, Samuel pulled out and turned you around. Your wrists were still behind your back as you lay on them. Samuel grabbed your waist and went into you. You thought what he was doing to you just now was fast and strong, but this was even better. He fucked you in all your pleasure spots. You would’ve tried to thrust your hips against his, but Samuel had most of the control and strength. You could hear all of Samuel’s grunts and huffs as he fucked you.

You felt Samuel’s lips suck on your breast. You could feel yourself about to come any moment now.

“I’m close—“ you stuttered.

It doesn’t take long before you come, trembling. You pant hard, cursing loudly. Samuel was still at it, fucking you, but his pace started slowing down. Your eyes were blurry from your orgasm could tell that Samuel was panting pretty hard and was probably getting tired. You were pretty fucked out already.

“Let’s take a quick break,” You slurred. You needed a pause

“Yeah— sure,” Samuel pulled himself out of you. He wasn’t really ready to stop yet, but since you asked, he did so. Samuel could probably endure a lot longer.

Samuel hadn’t come yet, but you wouldn’t mind waiting for it off. You were still pretty shaken by that orgasm and were still trying to process it. Samuel untied your hands and laid on the pillow next to you.

“Hey, do you think you can get my phone from my pants?” Samuel asked. You turned to him, his eyes were barely awake. Maybe he was gonna use this break to rest.

“Yeah sure,” You nodded. You still had some energy left in you so you got off the bed and grabbed it off the floor. You got on the bed again and handed it to him. Samuel turned onto his side and faced away from you towards the wall. You got closer to him and hugged him from behind.

It was silent between the two of you. You watched as Samuel unlocked his phone, scrolled through notifications, and set it on the nightstand.

“I need a bit of a nap, I think the alcohol’s getting to me…” Samuel said. He forgot that the two of you drank a lot earlier. Usually, Samuel was a heavyweight. But it didn’t change that while drunk, he’d feel sleepy. Samuel turned so that he’d be on his back, facing the ceiling.

“Yeah that’s fine, I wanna clean up again before we start. I’ll probably wake you up in a bit,” You nodded. You laid back, on the other side of the bed instead of his arms and watched as he fell asleep. You waited five minutes before you sat up.

Stepping off the bed, you crept your way to Samuel's side. He was sound asleep alright. You waved your hand in front of his face and he didn’t wake up. You let out a slight sigh of relief. That was good. You grabbed his phone from his bedside table. You unlocked it. You only knew the passcode because you kept a good eye watching over his shoulder as he unlocked it purposely.

‘What a dumbass,’ you thought while staring at his resting face.

It wasn't a coincidence that you met Samuel Seo that night. You were a stranger to him, but he wasn’t a stranger you randomly decided to hook up with after getting drunk. You had bigger intentions coming here, it was planned– and someone sent you.

You scrolled through his phone, going through messages, his contacts, and his social media. You had your own phone in your other hand, taking photos of what you were finding. You were only skimming through it, trying to find anything so you didn’t thoroughly read it. When it came to his emails and bank account, obviously those were locked by another passcode that was different from the first. But whatever, you had to act fast in case Samuel woke up.

You didn’t think it’d be this easy to hook up with Samuel. From the intel you received from whoever sent you, he was a picky guy, mean, and someone who wouldn’t hesitate to step on others to get ahead in life.

Guess something was different about you.

All it took was a bunch of drinks and some flirting, and there he was in a fancy hotel room balls deep in you.

You finished taking photos of whatever was on his phone. You gathered whatever you could, any longer and he could wake up and things wouldn’t go so well for you– knowing his personality. You set his phone down, double-checked to make sure he was really asleep, and left for the bathroom with your phone. You had to make a call.

“I did it,” You said on the phone. You turned on the shower to pretend you were in there. If Samuel woke up, he would at least have a hard time trying to make out what you were saying.

“Good, I apologized that you ended up doing this for us,” the voice said on the other side. It was your boss, Chairman Eugene. The chairman of the Workers, one of the biggest gangs in Seoul.

“It’s fine, I’m the one who suggested that I fuck him. I don’t regret it– he was good,” You laughed. “Sorry Chairman, I just had a lot to drink with him so I’m a bit giggly.”

You were a gold-badged Worker, but a newer one that Eugene made sure not everybody in the Workers would know of. Your job was to keep tabs on anybody Eugene needed you to whether it be anyone in the affiliates or anybody in the other gangs. This time, your task was to keep tabs on Samuel Seo, someone who’s always with Eugene, but someone Eugene still didn’t fully trust.

So, you offered to fuck him. Fuck Samuel and look through his phone. Samuel was a difficult guy to know normally because of his personality. So maybe taking the risk would be worth it since not only would it help Eugene out, you'd be getting dicked by a hot guy. Eugene said you didn’t have to do that and if he wanted you to fuck him, he’d just hire someone else. But you insisted and he agreed.

“I didn’t need to know that. Well, thanks for the photos, I’ll send you your check soon,” Eugene cheered. “I’ll check these out later since I’ve got a meeting in half an hour. I have to get ready for it so, bye!”

You sat back on the toilet seat and sighed. You were… pretty satisfied. You completed your mission, your boss was gonna pay you, and– Samuel fucked you pretty well. One of the best nights you’ve had with someone in a while. But too bad this was just gonna be a one-night stand. It wouldn’t be worth it for you to continue fucking him while keeping a huge secret from him/ If only the two of you met under different circumstances, then maybe…

It wasn’t worth it to imagine the scenarios so, you decided to step into the shower and rinse yourself. You were a pretty sweaty mess so the least you could do was clean up. After a few minutes in, you heard a knock on the bathroom door.

“Fuck,” You cussed silently to yourself. You let the water run through your hair and body a lot longer to make it seem like you were there ever since you turned the shower on.

“Yes?” You yelled.

“Can you open the door?” Samuel asked. He knocked again. You grabbed a towel and wrapped it around your body and opened the door.

“W-what’s up?” You nervously asked. Samuel was staring straight into your eyes. While it looked normal, you had a bad vibe about him. While it looked blank, it looked scary at the same time. Your eyes trailed down, he was still naked, and he was hard. Maybe he wanted to go again so that's why Samuel knocked.

“Were you on the phone just now?” He asked. The water couldn’t sound out everything, but you didn’t like that he knew you were on the phone.

“Yeah, I was just calling a friend. I told her I went to the bar earlier tonight and she called to check up,” You lied. Samuel grabbed your arm and pinned you against the wall.

“Really now…” Samuel inched his face closer to you. Without a doubt, he was suspicious of you. Any moment now, you could break eye contact with him and say something stupid, but you couldn’t. Samuel wouldn’t say a thing to you so, you wouldn’t say anything to him. You had to distract him.

“Let’s get back to it—” You said before getting cut off.

Samuel forced his lips against yours. It was more intense than the kisses he gave earlier and was with more tongue. Was he really suspicious of you? You couldn’t tell. It was probably better to stick around a little longer before he could figure something out of you dashed. Samuel tried to pull away for a little to catch his breath, but you bit the bottom of his lip to prevent him from leaving and kissed him back.

“Get on the bed,” Samuel demanded. You saw as he wiped his lips with his arms.

“And if I don’t?” you smirked.

Samuel grabbed your wrist and brought you onto the bed. You were below him, between his legs with his hands pinned next to you.

“Then I’ll just test how much you can handle,” Samuel smiled. This smile scared you. It was clearly a fake smile. Why was he being like this, sure it was a risky job you took, but you thought he wouldn’t see through you—

“It’d be quite a nuisance if Samuel found out our plan. So whatever you do, don’t get caught by him,” Eugene lectured.

Eugene’s words flashed through your mind. Eugene gave you a goal and you had to make it out through the end.

You pulled Samuel’s face in to kiss you again. Samuel ended up taking most of the control. You trailed your hands down his chest and down to his erect cock and pumped it while the two of you were making out

“I can handle whatever you throw at me,” You spoke into his ears. You heard Samuel laugh and then he turned you over so that you were on your stomach. You didn’t even have time to react, Samuel inserted his cock in you.

“Oh fuck—”

You were already so wet for him that there wasn’t any trouble going in. You got used to Samuel’s cock size already, but it surprised you at how full he could make you feel by just being inside you. But he was being a lot rougher this time. He kept one hand tight around your shoulder to pull you into each thrust. With another hand, he groped your breasts tightly. Occasionally, he would begin to suck on your other shoulder.

You were sensitive from your orgasm earlier still, but you were feeling another one happening. You felt as if Samuel used one hand to play with your clit down below. He continued to talk dirty into your ear and you couldn’t hold back. You felt as if your body went weak and your eyes shut. You let out a long “holy fuck”. This orgasm was better than the first.

But Samuel wasn’t done. His pace slowed down, but each thrust was still going strong.

“I want you to tell me something– did you do anything to my phone while I was asleep?” Samuel asked. His hands were around your waist, continuing to fuck you.

You were panicked but didn’t have time to process it as he was still fucking you after your orgasm.

“I didn’t,” You lied. You looked back at Samuel who had his eyebrows furrowed while glaring at you. You were surprised so you turned your head away.

He pulled out.

“Turn towards me–” Samuel stopped to take a breath.

When you did, he shoved his cock into your mouth. His hands were strong at keeping your head down so his cock was deep at your throat for most of the time. But you continued to bob your head back and forth even if the movement was limited.

Eventually, you felt Samuel come into your mouth and heard the low groan escape his mouth. Samuel pulled out and held your chin in his hand. He lifted your face up at him, your mouth was still open, with cum in your throat.

“Swallow, and maybe I’ll let things go.”

“Y-yes,” You spoke and swallowed his load.

‘He fucking knew.’

You fell back onto the bed. Tired from the sex, and somewhat hurt from his grip. You didn’t know where you messed up, but it seems like Samuel knew.

This was probably the right time for you to get your things and run so that you wouldn’t blow your cover, but you didn’t have the energy to. You were sore from his dick and the alcohol you drank was making you tired too.

You watched as Samuel put on his boxers and grabbed his box of cigarettes. He sat on the couch staring out the window. He lit a cigarette, not looking back at you. You couldn’t tell what he was feeling. Was he gonna trap you here? Well, you really needed to get out. So, you sat up.

“I know you went through my phone,” Samuel spoke.

“You got any proof for that? You were literally asleep and all I did was shower,” You lied.

Samuel ignored your question. He had a question of his own. “Did Eugene send you?”

Your eyes widened. Samuel didn’t face you, but if he saw the look on your face he would know the answer.

“W-who the hell is that?” You stammered. You got yourself off the bed and crossed your arms. Samuel still didn’t face you, he continued to smoke.

“Whatever. Leave or go wash up. I don’t care.”

You could only cuss yourself in your mind. But Samuel saw right through you. He couldn’t be fooled so easily. So, you had no choice but to grab all your things without saying a word and leave.

Samuel only took a look at you once, and it was when you shut the door to the hotel room.

——————————————————

“Let’s head together and check out the 2nd Affiliate!” Eugene smiled. It was the day after Samuel’s encounter with you. Samuel was following Mandeok, the strange unnamed bodyguard with a cap, and Eugene wherever Eugene was taking the two.

“I want you to be honest with me Eugene,” Samuel stopped behind the three. Eugene turned around, wondering what Samuel was going to ask. “Why’d you send someone to me last night.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Did you do something last night?” Eugene smiled as if he knew nothing. But Samuel knew that was a lie.

“Let’s just say your little worker got caught by me. I’m not dumb enough to leave everything on my phone unlocked,” Samuel spoke.

“You caught me!” Eugene smiled. Eugene walked to Samuel. “But you passed the test, I trust you a lot more now.”

Of course, Eugene would trust him staring at that specific phone he had the night before. Samuel wasn’t stupid. He was rich and would at least own a lot of phones in case someone was to steal– or hack while he was sleeping. Each phone had different functions to Samuel so this one wouldn’t have the most incriminating things on it.

“Sorry, do you want me to compensate you for this?” Eugene asked. Eugene obviously wasn’t apologetic, but Samuel didn’t care

“Yeah…” Samuel spoke. The four of them continued to walk. “Who was she?”

Samuel didn’t think he’d be curious about you, but he was. Usually, Samuel was on guard, but just for that night, he let his guard down around you. Maybe you were just that pretty and he was so drunk that he decided to let himself go just this once.

Samuel didn’t see you go through his phone. He was indeed asleep when you went through it. Usually, he always keeps his phone face down, no matter the situation and he remembered his phone was down without a doubt. After you went to the bathroom, Samuel slowly woke up. He heard you talking on the phone. He couldn’t make out what was being said, but as he lay there hearing your muffled voice, he had a strong feeling that this sexual encounter wasn’t just a coincidence.

[wgm-beautiful-world]

Baccarat hotel, New York City

[sheltiechicago]

Bardula: Combining Art, Science, And Technology To Create Luminous Masterpieces

Bardula is the artistic pseudonym used by a creative couple based in Paris, whose passion for light, reflection, and new technologies has led them to create breathtaking kaleidoscopic artworks. Since their first collaboration on several pieces for the Baccarat Hotel in New York in 2014, Bardula’s unique luminokinetic art has captured the attention of art enthusiasts worldwide.

[fghniki]

...now, Ms. Wheel. I saw her down at the hotel all the time, shuffling cards and smiling both when she won and when she lost. I didn't know she was the owner of the hotel until I sat down opposite of her.

"It's always a pleasure to see someone of your status at my establishment," she said, her voice pur velvet. "Baccarat?"

"Chemin de fer," I nodded, watching her hands.

"In a hurry somewhere?" she asked, raising a brow.

"I like having a chance at winning."

Ms. Wheel smirked without looking at me. "Don't get too bold."

[fishymom-art]

BOOM!!!!! SUDDEN OC REF SHEET DROP!!!!!!!!!

Say hi to my beloveds!! Some of them were created around uuuhhh 2012/13 maybe, but they went through drastic redesigns throughout the years (specifically Rose, Polen, Amelie, and Raff + Milo, who didn't change a bit), and some of them are brand new (Eru was my D&D character and Tim was created out of nowhere inspired by my husk redesign lol)

Details under the cut!

They exist in The End Realm - the prison of all the other realms, where all criminals and whatnot go. There were so many people, that The End Realm developed it's own communities, politics, etc. It homes many many different people from every part of the multiverse - Human Realm, Ether Realm, Occult Realm, etc. The leader of The End Realm is Raff (or Armel Howl, as he used to be called), an emotionless demon who controls his subjects with their every step. His servants - Shadows - watch everyone and everything around his isolated castle and the rest of the Realm. He tricks people into making a deal with him and they own him their lives. They get a golden jewel with a red ruby in it that is unbreakable and a swirly tattoo is carved into their skin to showcase, that they belong to him. If a person tries to break the pact, they become one of the Shadows. Tim Baccarat - The only human out of the whole bunch - He/They - Demisexual - 28 y.o - Used to own a casino, now works as Raff's butler, coz he owns him. - Was exiled from the Human Realm for Soul Gambling. - (Inspired by Tim Wright from Marble Hornets, Husk from Hazbin Hotel, and Jeeves from Jeeves and Wooster) ((what a combination)) - Voice Claim: Husk from Hazbin Hotel (Keith David)

Rose Seed - Dark Fae, pretending to be a Love Fae - He/She - Gay - 26 yo - Native to The End Realm. A singer and a performer in general, Raff's assistant. Was found by Raff with a missing wing and made a deal. - (Currently inspired by 10th Doctor from Doctor Who, Angel Dust from Hazbin Hotel, Francœur from Monster in Paris) - Voice Claim (for noooow): Angel Dust from Hazbin Hotel (Blake Roman)

Eru - Aasimar (at least originally) - They/them - Aroace - 38 yo - Used to be a part of a high religious power/church in the Ether Realm, but was exiled due to going against some of their beliefs. Leads a rebellion against Raff. Had a son. - (Inspired by Odysseus and Athena (specifically from EPIC: The Musical), and Queen Angella from She-Ra) - Voice Claim: Odysseus from EPIC: The Musical (Jorge Rivera-Herrans)

Polen - Forest Fae - She/Her - Pansexual, Polyamorous - 35 yo - Native to The End Realm. Eru's right hand in the rebellion. Used to be best friends with Rose, but they stopped talking after he made a deal with Raff. - (Currently inspired by Daisy from The Magnus Archives, Hecate (specifically from Lore Olympus)), ZombieCleo (any Life Series, mostly Last Life though) - Voice Claim (might change): Lizzo, lol

Amelie Fairchild - Succubus - She/They - Lesbian - 32 yo - Raff’s maid. She used to be a high overlord but Raff took over and she signed an unbreakable contract so he doesn’t kill her. Is very in love with Polen. Wants to be a part of the rebellion. Was exiled from the Occult Realm for being weak. - (Currently inspired by The Beast from Beauty and the Beast (I am a horrible person lol), c!Captain Puffy (Dream SMP), and Pearl (Double Life)) - Voice Claim: The Crane Wives (specifically "Curses")

Raff (Previously: Armel Howl) - Demon, used to be a human - He/It - Bisexual - 29 yo (looks like that at least) - Highest overlord of The Realm. Leads an army of shadows, that look over each and every person in his realm. He has eyes everywhere. Was exiled from The Human Realm many many years ago for practicing Dark Magic (creating Shadows). - Voice Claim: MISSIO (Matthew Brue)

Milo Howl - Unknown - He/Him - Unknown - 9 yo - Raff’s son. Powerful being. - Voice Claim: Sushi Saucy

[mgnetics]

      well,   well…   it   appears   that   LOVE   AMPHORN   KUNTHARA   will   be   a   part   of   new   york's   social   season   once   more   !   according   to   guildsource,   the   twenty   seven   year   old   is   most   known   for   being   a   socialite   and   artist,   and   is   constantly   spotted   hanging   around   spa   de   la   mer   at   the   baccarat   hotel—   seems   as   if   you've   heard   of   them,   too.   they   initially   made   a   splash   on   the   gossip   site   after   her   first   and   only   painting   selling   at   an   auction   for   $20m,   and   they've   been   the   center   of   attention   ever   since.   the   public   tends   to   view   them   as   being   treacherous   and   venomous,   but   people   close   to   them   say   they're   actually   allocentric   and   ebullient…   i'll   believe   it   when   i   see   it.   they   tend   to   remind   me   of   the   scent   of   acrylic   paint   lingering   amongst   the   fabric   of   her   apartment,   an   unfinished   painting   still   settled   upon   easel   that   will   never   be   completed,   peach   vanilla   kisses   left   lingering   on   your   skin,   stepping   over   piles   of   designer   clothes   littering   bedroom   floor,   and   never   forgetting   the   scent   of   her   perfume   long   after   she's   ghosted  which   says   the   most   about   them.   i   wonder   if   they'll   be   seen   wearing   their   hermés   timepieces   cape   cod   watch   to   the   social   events   this   year,   but   nevermind   all   that.   the   social   season   is   upon   us,   and   guildsource   is   always   watching.   

      bio   heh.

headcanons.

love   is   heavily   inspired   by   heart   evangelista!   she   is   an   incredibly   skilled   painter,   having   started   when   she   was   only   five,   but   she   has   not   picked   up   a   brush   again   since   her   first   painting   sold   when   she   was   twenty.   there   is   an   untouched   easel   in   the   bedroom   she   doesn't   use,   and   no   matter   how   much   she   attempts   to   start   a   new   painting,   she   can't   bring   herself   to   do   it.

she's   obsessed   with   pajama   sets.   if   you   come   to   her   house,   she   will   likely   be   wearing   a   brand   new   set   every   day   of   the   week.   doesn't   matter   the   color,   so   long   as   she's   comfortable,   she   doesn't   care.

she's   all   about   self   care   and   skincare.   has   a   ridiculous   routine,   and   it's   one   that   she   hates   being   interrupted   from.   once   she   has   done   her   nighttime   skincare,   it's   a   heavy   chance   that   she   won't   leave   the   house   for   the   rest   of   the   night.   if   you're   able   to   get   her   out   of   the   house   after   that,   then   she   cares   deeply   about   you   but   will   rant   about   it   the   entire   time.

love   can   be   rather   confrontational   when   she   needs   to   be.   she's   not   a   huge   fan   of   conflict,   but   she   can   handle   her   own.   she   doesn't   like   when   others   try   to   fight   her   battles   for   her   or   when   someone   tries   to   interfere.   she'd   rather   handle   things   her   way,   and   sometimes   when   it   doesn't,   she   still   struggles   with   asking   somoene   for   help   even   when   she   desperately   needs   it.

as   probably   noticed,   love   has   a   complicated   way   of   dealing   with   her   emotions.   this   isn't   to   say   that   she's   emotionless,   but   she's   the   type   to   say   she's   fine   even   if   she's   begging   to  scream   or   cry   on   the   inside.   thanks   to   her   mother's   constant   push   for   her   to   be   perfect   at   all   times,   

wanted.

most   wanted   :   married   and   divorced   all   before   the   age   of   thirty   is   lowkey   kinda   crazy,   so   her   ex   husband   would   be   nice  !   their   divorce   was   rather   amicable,   considering   guildsrc   attempting   to   make   it   appear   as   something   it   wasn't.   love   still   cares   deeply   for   them,   and   considers   them   to   be   one   of   her   best   friends,   but   forcing   down   her   feelings   her   entire   life   is   what   she   believes   to   have   led   to   the   end   of   their   relationship.

best   friend,   friends   with   benefits,   short   flings,   one   night   stand(s),   confidants,   enemies   with   benefits...,   former   friends,   frenemies,   flirtationships,   anything!