#beauitful dress

[fancyschmancyopinions]

KERRY WASHINGTON at the 2024 NAACP Image Awards on March 16th 2024 wearing VIVIENNE WESTWOOD

Kerry looked beautiful at the NAACP Awards. I really love this dress, specifically the silhouette. The corset was so pretty, and I loved the fabric draped over her shoulder. The color was weird, in that it’s green, but almost has a yellow hue in the light. It’s a really eye catching dress.

[hotwomenfromtumbirandmor]

[modelpanda]

[lovelymona]

All the best rom coms have the falling in love waltzing scene before they officially confess their feelings and that shit makes my skin wriggle with delight

[sugarcoatedstarkey]

for request ⊹ maybe someone makes a comment about how reader looks so rafe shows her just how beautiful he thinks she is.

I hope this was what you were wanting 🖤 thank you for requesting!

Beauitful -

warnings - people calling reader ugly, language & fem receiving oral. (18+)

“Baby! Where did you- why are you crying? What happened?”

It feels like the world stops spinning when his eyes land on you, tears soak your face, harsh lines from where your makeup once sat perfectly blended where smudged and wet. Your eyes bloodshot and sad, Rafe is pulling you against his chest, your tears start falling harder the moment his hand cradles your head. “Can we please go?”.

He’s escorting you out of the party, wrapping his arm around your head to shield you from prying eyes. He sent angry glares to anyone trying to take a peek at you. “What happened baby?”

You shake your head, you know you shouldn’t be crying. People have been cruel your whole life, always picking on something. Most of the people who were rude were people jealous of your family's wealth, jealous of your relationship with Rafe. “It doesn’t matter”

Rafe stops you abruptly, cupping your jaw tightly. He has a deep crease between his eyebrows as he stares at you in annoyance. “No.. you're not doing that. You don’t get to cry and then tell me it’s nothing.. you wouldn’t be crying if it was nothing”

Squeezing your eyes shut in shame, it was such a pathetic reason to be crying. He was just going to laugh and tell you to get over it. “Just a stupid group of girls being bitches”

Rafe steps closer to you, caging you against the car door. “What did they say?”

“That they don’t know why you love me.. that I’m worthless.. that I’m ugly” you hiccup the last part, biting down on your tongue to stop the sobs.

The words sting your throat as you repeat them back to him, heart pounding harshly against your chest in embarrassment. You can't bring yourself to look at Rafe, you knew he was rolling his eyes. “Hey.. look at me. Don’t listen to those fucking idiots, your perfect, your beautiful.. I love you because your the light to my darkness”

Looking up at him through your lashes. The corner of your lips curve into a smile, surprised with how he was reacting to your words. “You’ve never let anyone’s words affect you before, don’t let it affect you now. Not when your the most beautiful person on this island”

His lips are on yours before you can comment, pressing his body to yours. Your mind goes blank for a moment, letting the taste of his tongue blind you from the hateful words floating in your head. “So beautiful baby.. look at these goddamn perfect lips” he grunts, pressing a chaste kiss to your swollen lips. Running his hand down the length of your arm and curling his fingers around yours. “Look at these perfect hands.. the only hands I want to touch me”

You're grinning now, staring at him with bright eyes. He returns the smile reaching around to grab the car door, he pulls you against him as he opens the door and escorts you to the back seat.

“Let me show you how beautiful you are”

He crawls over you, closing the door behind him roughly. The car shakes slightly as he settles between your legs, kissing your ankle and up your calf. “Beautiful, so fucking beautiful” he kisses the side of your knee, pulling you closer to him. All words have become liquid and pooled in your panties, he leaves open mouth kisses up the length of your thigh. Leaving your cunt untouched, raising your hips to chase his lips only for him to press you firmly against the back seat. His nose brushes your dress up past your belly button, biting softly at the skin of your lower belly. “Beautiful”.

Slipping his hand under the strap of your dress and tugging it down, your nipples hardened under the intense gaze of his eyes. “These… these are extremely beautiful” his tongue drags up and back down between your tits, using both palms to push them together on his face. “So perfectly round, so soft and so beautiful”.

His mouth envelopes your nipple, sucking and biting softly. Your hips tilt upwards until you create a delicious friction on his belt bucket. “Fuck” you breath, arching your back from the seat. “Your fucking moans are even beautiful… never listen to those assholes baby girl.. your so fucking perfect”.

He skims up the back of your thigh grasping the material of your thong, yanking it down your legs and tossing it to the front seat. Hands gripping the back of your thighs to angle your wet heat to his face, his eyes locked on your soaked hole. “I don’t know how many times I can say this but it's beautiful.. this pussy, absolutely magic. The only god damn pussy I need or want”.

He licks a harsh stripe up the length of your cunt sending shivers up your spine, eyes going crossed at the action. Sucking your clit into his mouth with such force has you jutting from the seat, he holds you firmly against his face. Your body convulsing from his abuse, tongue and mouth working overtime on your sensitive pussy.

Without warning he pushes all three fingers into you, scissoring and pounding. A dull ache finds home in your lower belly, thighs clamping around his head as your orgasm forms. “RAFE… holy shit- I oh fuck” your a sobbing mess, grinding your cunt into his face and fingers. The sound of your wet pussy edges you further into bliss. “That’s it baby girl… show me those beautiful sounds”

“Yeah.. yes yes yes oh fuck like that Rafe! Harder shit”

The moans and cries from your lips has Rafe painfully hard, but this was about you. Not him, so he pounded his fingers into you harder, curling them until they caressed the soft spongy part of your cunt. “oh my fucking god- I’m cumming!” You screamed, eyes screwed shut, toes curled and body shaking as your orgasm flooded you. When it finally settled and his fingers slipped from within you, you dropped back to the seat dazed and fucked out. “So beautiful baby.. do you feel beautiful?”

You nod your head, finally bringing your eyes to his. His mouth and chin glistened with your arousal, his pupils blown out. You reach for his belt buckle, wanting to free his aching cock.

“Nuhuh this is about you.. making you feel good baby”

“Please” you whine, palming him through the material of his shorts. His fingers grip your wrist, pulling them above your head roughly. “I just made you cum, isn’t that enough?”

“Your cock makes me feel good.. so fucking good Rafe, please”

That’s enough to have him reaching in his pants and pulling his hard heavy cock out, your mouth salivating at the sight. “Do you understand how beautiful you are yet?”

“Yes Rafe.. so beautiful. Now please put your cock inside of me”

[sexysilkysatin]

Beauitful girls wearing beautiful dresses

[scrollonso]

First Kiss (Birthday 1)

A strollonso AU where 18 year old rookie Lance Stroll falls helplessly in love with the notoriously mean world champion. (3.9k words, angst, alcohol, internalized homophobia, religious talk, teary eyed lance, unprotected sex, aftercare) [@v3lnys @biancathecool] {I love this chapter sm}

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Lance knew it was going to be weird, seeing Fernando the day after he stole his first kiss. It had been all that was on his mind for the past 24 hours.

Even while his mind was racing with the memories of the Spaniards lips on his he walked into the venue as if everything was normal. People were already filling the room, he wasn't expecting such a large party considering his birthday had already passed but when he considered the Spaniards success this season it made sense

People were distracted, everyone seemingly knowing everyone. Fernando excused himself from the conversation he was partaking in to welcome the Canadian.

"Lancito, I'm glad you came" He smiled at him, as if everything was normal, as if he hadn't had his hands on the others waist as their lips tangled together the day before.

"Hi- yeah, uh, I wouldn't miss it" Lance almost hit himself for being so obviously anxious, he felt the urge to talk about it, he needed to talk about it and Fernando was the only one he could speak to about it, he'd been too ashamed to even admit he had kissed the man to anyone.

"Let's get you a drink, eh? Loosen you up a bit" Fernando grabbed Lances hand, their fingers naturally locking together as if they were molded to fit perfectly together.

It wasn't the first time their hands had been together this way, considering how close they were the day before there was no reason for Lance to be so flustered by the small touch but he was. He almost tripped over his feet as he walked because he was so busy with his eyes glued at their hands, Fernandos skin seemed to glow in the lighting of the room, he wasn't dressed up, most people weren't, but he still looked gorgeous, the contrast of his light shirt and tanned skin was almost breathtaking, Lance would admire the Spaniards beauty forever if he could.

"What would you like, mi sol?" Fernando asked, turning to face Lance, the Canadians eyes quick to meet the older mans

"Uhm, I'm fine with anything" He pursed his lips slightly, eyes not leaving the Spaniards face as he continued admiring him, the way the waves of his hair fell perfectly, his brown eyes seeming to glow in the dim light of the room, the way the entire room seemed to fall silent as he was captivated by Fernando

He nodded, turning to the bartender to order for the younger man and himself.

Fernando was busy, of course he was, it was his party. Lance didn't feel welcome without Fernando by his side, sure, Nico was there, he liked Nico enough, but Nico didn't make him feel how Fernando did. Didn't make his heart flutter, didn't make him lick his lips any time he thought of him, didn't make him consider sinning in the ways Fernando did.

"You good?' Nico asked, a slightly watered down drink in his hand, too distracted speaking to anyone who passed to drink.

"Great" Lance flashed a smile and nod, downing the rest of his drink, trying to ignore the disgusting taste it left in his mouth.

Lance's eyes fell on Fernando, seeing how he laughed and how close he was to the women he was conversating with, he was annoyed, not sober enough to fight back the nasty look on his face.

Fernando turned his head, locking eyes with Lance and staying that way for a minute, the Canadian could've swore he saw the older man wink before going back to his conversation, his face changing from upset to confused, why would Fernando be winking at him when he's surrounded by beauitful women and has been all night?

Fernando was painfully obviously straight, he frequently had girls all over him but Lance never saw Fernando go to them first, never saw his eyes flicker from their eyes to their lips, never saw his hands grabbing their waist and pushing them against a wall, he felt insane for even thinking that maybe he was different to Fernando, it was a crazy thought, a sinful thought.

The night seemed to speed by for Fernando, as it got later and later people began to excuse themselves to return home.

Lance hadn't noticed as the new day began, having drank way too much to register how time works

"Lancito" A voice called, he looked up from his glass right away

"Nando!" He smiled, automatically wrapping his arms tightly around the spaniard

"Hello, mi sol" Fernando smiled, wrapping an arm around Lance while he used the other to pay for the youngers tab and push the glass away from his seat "Are you tired, Lancito?" He asked, earning a quiet no from the boy "Well, I think it's time to leave anyway"

Fernando hummed as he stood up, a familliar arm around Lances waist as he guided him outside, through the parking lot, and into the passenger side seat of his car. Nico had left earlier so this was the only way to get Lance home

"What's your room number, Lancito?" He spoke softly, brushing the hair from the boys face as he awaited a response

"I-" hiccup "I dunno"

Fernando smiled slightly, nodding and buckling the boy up before heading to their hotel, figuring having a drunk Lance in his bed again wouldn't be too hard.

Fernando opened his hotel door, a hand still resting on Lances waist as he guided the boy to a chair by his bed

"Sit, mi sol, let me get you some water"

Lance nodded, sitting down and rubbing his eyes, his brain slowly registering his surroundings and his body realizing how late it was

"Here, Lancito, drink" Fernando held out a glass, watching carefully as Lance took it and drank

Fernando sat on his bed as Lance began to sober up, he could feel the canadians eyes on him, watching every time he moved slightly. He eventually made eyecontact with the boy, he could tell there was something he wanted to say

"What is it?" Fernando asked, sitting up to take a good look at the Canadian

"I think i'm in love with you" He blurted out, eyes widening as he realized what he had just confessed "I don't- I didn't- uhm, I don't know why, I don't even know if I like boys, I don't know if I like you or I admire you- I-" He trailed off, Fernando's eyes on him as he waited for the boy to finish "I'm terrified"

"You are in love with me?" He echoed

"Fuck" Lance muttered, standing up, and running his fingers anxiously through his hair "I'm sorry- I shouldn't have said that." He breathed out, licking his lips as he avoided Fernandos gaze

"Lancito" He stood up as well, quick to go over to Lance and place his hand softly on the boys upper arm, encouraging the taller man to look at him "Is okay, what are you sorry for?"

"I can't love you, Nando- It's-" He furrowed his brows, not sure why the older man didn't just understand, Lance hardly understood, Fernando was older than him why did he have to explain this "It's wrong, It's a sin, If I continue to act on this, Nando, I-"

"Hey" He spoke softly, everything about the man was comforting to Lance "What makes you think that, Lancito? Is nothing wrong with this, you loving me is not a sin, is just life"

"It is, Nando, I know- I know you don't have faith, you don't believe, you don't have to but-" He stumbled over his words, tears threatening to escape with every blink "I do, Fernando. I believe, If God says that this is a sin, Fernando, I can't live with myself if I do this willingly."

"What exactly is this, to you?" Fernando asked, pleading for the boy to give him a straight answer "What are we, what am I to you? How do you feel about me, mi sol?"

"Nando, You know how I-"

"Tell me."

"Fuck, Fernando, I don't-" He looked away from the man, lip quivering as he broke down, hands rushing to cover his face as the tears began to fall

"Ay, mi sol" He breathed, quick to pull the boy into his arms, one hand trailing through his uncut hair, the other taking a familiar position on his waist

"I-" He felt like he couldn't breathe, hands grabbing onto Fernandos shirt as he cried into the mans chest, he felt weak.

"Te quiero mucho, Lancito" Fernando whispered into the boys ear, lips brushing against his skin as he continued "Please, mi sol, please let me. Let me love you. Let me worship you. I have no God, let me devote myself to you. Let me show you how deeply I adore you, por favor."

Lance couldn't speak, all he could do was melt into the Spaniards touch as he sat down on the corner of the bed with the boy, keeping him close as he patiently awaited a response, even if it was no, even if he was disgusted, he needed something.

"If I was a girl-" He started, breaking the silence of the silence to choke out the words, not wanting to believe them himself "If I was a girl, loving you wouldn't be a sin."

Fernando felt like he just got punched in the gut hearing that, his eyes meeting Lances who's were filled with tears broke his heart "Mi sol.." He breathed out, unsure what to say, he understood how Lance felt, he was well aware of Lance's religious family and what exactly that meant but hearing it from Lance hurt

"I want to, Nando, I really want to." His voice cracked, eyebrows practically knitted together as he tried to blink back tears

"You can, please, mi sol, is nothing wrong with this, with us, with loving eachother." The Spaniard tried to convince the boy, praying it'd be easy, he wasn't sure how much longer he could stand to see his Lancito so hurt because of him.

"But-" He started, unsure what he was going to say in protest

"No, I know i am right, is just me and you here, no?" Fernando asked, earning a nod from the younger man "Your God will forgive, anyone who truly loves you will be okay with this, am okay with this, is okay."

It made sense in Lance's head, Fernando always made sense in his head, he trusted him with everything. Both of them fell silent, doing nothing but looking at eachother, Lance couldn't shake the feeling that this was wrong but if they weren't meant to be this close then they wouldn't be.

"Can I kiss you?" The older man spoke again, seeming hesitant to even suggest it now, without even thinking Lance connected their lips, how his god felt about this meant nothing when Fernandos lips on his was all his heart desired.

The Spaniard was quick to move his hands to Lance's waist, pulling him closer as they kissed, the younger man sinking into his grip, following his lead.

Fernando opened his mouth slightly, teeth grabbing onto the Canadians lip as a way to pull them closer, they could never be close enough.

Lance gasped, Fernandos teeth digging in slightly deeper after he heard the response he got out of the boy, his light pants between each kiss like music to the Spaniards ears.

The older man moved Lance slightly, lowering the two of them onto his bed, having himself positioned perfectly on top of him before he pulled away

"Nando" Lance started, lust filled eyes staring up at his Fernando, the room was lit just enough that it looked like the boys eyes were sparkling, Fernando absolutely adored his eyes.

"Is this okay?" Fernando asked, moving his gaze away from Lance's face to grab the hem of the taller mans shirt. Lance followed his hands, he wanted to, he trusted Fernando, of course he did, but he couldn't help but be scared.

"I don't know how-" He practically whispered, breaking the eye contact between the two of them "I've never done this before"

"Let me take care of you." He spoke softly, making Lance's heart flutter, Lance knew he was safe, Fernando would never do anything bad to Lance and everyone had slowly came to realize that

"Okay" Lance nodded, looking back up to Fernando "Yeah, Yeah this is okay"

"Sit up, mi sol" He instructed, taking off Lance's shirt once he did, he could tell the boy was nervous, even after sobering up it made sense for him to be. "I'll be gentle with you" Fernando promised, planting soft kisses on the corner of Lance's mouth as he laid him back down, slowly moving his lips lower

Lance closed his eyes, moving his hands to cover his face as Fernando bit his neck softly, gasping at the pleasant feeling.

"So pretty" Fernando spoke against the younger mans skin, hand moving to his jaw to expose more of his skin, lips traveling up Lance's jawline and leaving kisses behind his ear

"Nando, please" Lance begged, voice shaking

"Please what, mi sol?" Fernando sat up, looking at Lance for direction

"Touch me, please, Nando, do something" He whined, reaching to grab Fernandos hand, he wasn't even sure how he wanted the older man to touch him he just knew he needed something, anything.

"Okay, Lancito, I will" He whispered, placing a light peck on the boys lips and interlocking their fingers before moving his other hand down to the Canadians belt, taking it off for him "You are sure? You want this?" Fernando asked again, not wanting to take advantage of the boy considering how much he drank and how he'd just opened up to him.

"Please, I need it, Nando please." As Lance spoke he got more and more desperate, Fernando feeling as the taller man brought up his hips in desperation, body begging to feel any type of friction

He nodded, finally going to give the boy want he wanted. He lifted Lance on his own this time, sliding his dress pants down and off, shoes already disgarded somewhere in the room.

After placing his pants at the foot of the bed he brought his attention back to Lance, squeezing his hand slightly as he brushed his thumb over the boys bulge, seeing his head arch back slightly, body still aching for more and who was Fernando to deny his sun of anything?

He moved his and Lance's hand closer to his mouth, kissing his knuckles softly before letting him go, using both hands to take off the younger mans briefs, not realizing he was leaving him fully exposed while Fernando still had every inch of his body covered

"Nando" Lance protested, reaching for the mans shirt, desperate to take something of his off as he laid down, his body on display for him.

"I know, is okay, Lancito" The Spaniard spoke, planting a kiss on the boys forehead before undressing himself, turning slightly in order to place his clothes on the floor, Lance sat up again, eyes examining his body since this was the first time he was seeing all of him, his gaze landed on the samurai tattoo decorating his neck and upper back, he wasn't sure why but the sight of Fernandos inked skin alone was enough to make his cock throb, a quiet whimper escaping his lips

He felt intimidated as the older man turned back to face him, finding himself leaning onto the bed before the shorter man even spoke

The Spaniard smiled, finding his way on top of Lance once again, a hand placed on Lance's thigh as he spoke "You're so good for me, Lancito"

The words didn't seem like much but to Lance they were life changing, he whined at the praise, moving his hips slightly in efforts to recieve any kind of friction, he needed Fernando to hurry up.

"So desperate, mi sol, I've barely even touched you" He cooed, finally moving his focus to the boys body, eyes landing on the tattoo placed on his upper ribs. He brought his hand up the boys waist, thumb brushing over the hebrew lettering before moving onto his core, littering soft kisses down the boys stomach until he reached the base of his cock, Lance already squirming under him "So pretty, you are so perfect, Lancito"

With each praise that came out of Fernandos lips it only left Lance more desperate, needing more, he was beginning to get impatient until he felt a hand brush over his member, applying light pressure that alone could've made Lance come undone on the spot

"Nando" He whined, moving his hand to grab onto the older mans wrist, bringing it back to where Lance needed it most

"Can not have you finish too soon, mi princesa" He explained, the use of a new nickname leaving Lance's skin even more flushed than it had already become, he loved every nickname the Spaniard gave him but something about being his always made him feel special.

"Please, I just need you to touch me, Nando" He begged, Fernandos lips curling slightly as he listened to the boy

"Okay, okay" He nodded, sitting down on the bed besides Lance as he instructed the boy to reposition himself, getting on his hands and knees with little hesitation.

He brought his hand up to the boys waist, squeezing his hips slightly as he leaned over to the bedside table, grabbing a bottle of lube he'd been given as a gag gift, now he was more than greatful for whoever decided to make the joke.

He opened the bottle and got some on his hand, thumb brushing the boys hip softly "Am going to start, okay?"

Lance nodded quickly, he needed him to start, he needed anything, anything Fernando gave him he'd take

Fernando inserted a finger, careful at first because he was well aware this is Lance's first time doing anything like this, the boy shuddered under him, eyes closing at the cold feeling of Fernando's single digit inside of him

"More, Nando, please" He spoke, gasping as Fernando did what he asked. He could feel his fingers opening him, getting him ready, it was a new feeling but Lance adored it, his brain foggy as the reality of the situation hit him. Fernando was good with his fingers, reaching places and getting reactions out of Lance that the younger boy didn't know was possible.

"Sound so pretty for me, Lancito" Fernando's voice made Lance feel different, he still spoke the same but the combination of the praise and the feeling of his fingers deep inside of him caused a pit to form in his stomach, cock twitching slightly every time he moved

"Fuck, Nando, Please, Please I need more" Fernando nodded at the boys words, leaning forward to plant a kiss on his neck before adding a third and final finger, stretching Lance just enough so the Spaniard could fit inside without causing the boy too much pain.

Fernando turned Lance around, taking off his own briefs before pulling the Canadian onto his lap, watching as he moved to hide is face in the crook of his neck.

The older man moved back, leaning against the headboard as he lifted Lance by his hips to line himself up with his hole, whispering praises as he finally put the tip in, Lance gasping as his body sunk onto Fernandos cock, eyes squeezing shut against Fernandos skin as he felt himself getting filled up

He didn't move at first, waiting for Lance to get used to the feeling of him. When the Canadian started grinding slightly, looking for friction once again, he knew it was time to start moving

"Let me do the work" Fernando whispered, kissing the back of Lance's ear as his hands settled back on his hips "I'll take care of you, princesa"

With that he began to move, Lance's arms draped over the mans shoulders, his hands finding their way to the mans back and digging into his tattoo slightly as he felt Fernandos length moving inside of him, whining into his skin with every thrust

Lance could barely bring himself to think about anything but Fernandos cock, if this was so wrong why was it making him feel so good?

Lance and Fernando were close, practically every inch of their skin that coud be touching was touching, Lance's cock trapped between both of their torsos, dripping with precum as Fernando found his prostate, adoring how Lance practically meweld every time the older man made contact with it.

"Nando, Nando I'm-" His voice was shaky, barely able to form words as his head spun, feeling euphoric because of how the Spaniard was using his cock

"Cum, Lancito, cum for me" He instructed, continuing at the same pace inside of him as he felt his orgasm building, the feeling of Lance beginning to clench around him pushing him closer and closer.

He leaned Lance back slightly, wanting to watch as he came for him, not regreting his choice as he saw the way the boy shook softly in his arms, his cum covering both of their torsos and finally pushing Fernando over the edge.

Lance's breathing was heavy, he was quick to melt into Fernandos touch as he rode out both of their highs, something so intimate about the position they were in

"You did so good, princesa, so, so good for me." Fernando raved, cupping the boys face with his hands to cover him in soft kisses

Lance hummed, a soft smile on his face as he felt Fernandos lips on his face, ending with a loving kiss on his lips, this was perfect.

"Let's clean up" Fernando spoke again, hand brushing through Lance's hair as he stood up, Lance whining at the empty feeling he was left with "We can sleep after" Lance liked the sound of them both sleeping, he liked the sound of both of them together, it felt almost unreal as he gazed up at Fernando, nothing but admiration in his eyes as he appreciated the man in front of him

"Come on" Fernando laughed, moving to help Lance up as they made their way to the bathroom, grabbing both of them a towel and running a bath for him and the boy.

As they got out Fernando wrapped a towel around hinself, moving to dry of Lance's hair before wrapping him up as well

"I can dry my own hair, Nando"

"I can dry your hair too" They both smiled, they hadn't been able to stop smiling since they'd gotten to the bathroom and when Fernando pulled Lance to lay on top of him after they got dressed they still had grins on their faces

"Thank you, Nando" He heard Lance whisper, laying his head on the Spaniards chest

"You're welcome, Lancito" He hummed, moving his hand to stroke Lance's hair once more, admiring the boy that was slowly falling asleep on him, his boy.

Nothing else mattered in this moment, he didn't care about anything else besides the person breathing quietly in his arms. Lance was right, Fernando didn't have faith in a religion, in a god, in a book. He had faith in Lance. The man he'd spend the rest of his life worshipping and devoting himself to as if he was a god if he'd only let him.

[sporadicmiraclesheep]

You wondered how it had happened. As the other girls completed their makeup you were sitting there in your red dress and full face of makeup thinking how you let this go so far.

You had married a woman secretly some months ago. But you didnt know she was actually connected to the mafia and was only using you for cash. As her mafia boyfriend got to know about it , he threatened to have you disappeared. Your wife did some talks with him and then told you to follow her instructions.

On the day of her wedding to the mafia boss , you were dressed appropriately as her bridesmaid.

You stood with the other brides for a photo just before the ceremony. They treated you as one of their own. The boss arranged for ur photos to be taken while the wedding was going on.

You had no option but to act as if it was your choice. After the vows, they made you take a photo of your ex wife and her new man.

One of The bridesmaids remarked how she is so happy with a real man. Just oen of the many things tht hurt ur ego. The closest bridesmaids to the bride pulled you in for a photo with the best men.

And then the second in command of the boss took you in for one alone photo.

Your exwife then slowly whispered in your ear " i will make sure he spreads your legs tonight sweety"

Moments later you were taken to a hotel room where you met him again as he took you in his arms. You shuddered to think what he will do.

That was 8 months ago , today the boss arranged for a pretty wedding between you and the second in command with your ex wife as the bridesmaid.

Beauitful how seeming mistakes can make our lives so beauitiful.

[mididressobsessed]

Source: stripedboxboutique.com

[fancyschmancyopinions]

LÉA SEYDOUX at the premiere of “Dune: Part Two” on February 12th 2024 in Paris wearing custom LOUIS VUITTON

I really liked this look from Léa. I thought the material and the color really looked amazing. The dark blue that looks almost black unless light is hitting it. I really liked the little cape like thing. I just thought it was a cool dress.

[laurapetrie]

It was at a snowy Christmas ball in December of 1828 that the fates of Pushkin and Natalia first met. In a white dress, with a golden halo wreathing her shiny dark hair, she amazed everyone with her beauty. Her heavy curls tumbled around her like clouds, and her eyes sparkled like stars. The poet in love will remember: “When I saw her for the first time, I fell in love with her, my head was spinning…” And on the page, between these poetic lines, Pushkin's light pen sketches her sweet image; as if lost in thought, he draws an angel. But the angel is completely earthly - she does not soar in the clouds, but walks on the firmament, her slippers gracefully entwined in ballet ribbons, her eyes and curly lashes lowered. From that fateful Christmas of 1828, the beauitful Natalia Goncharova will enter Pushkin’s life, his dreams and hopes. She will enter to stay in it forever.

Larisa Andreevna Cherkashina, Natalia Goncharova

[a-998h]

Eight

Creator's POV

Having Yae Miko stare down at me, made me feel small. In the game she always carried this aura of intimidation, but seeing her face to face caused that feeling grow. She stared, her trademark smile plastered on her face. She walked over to me and offered her hand. I just stared before taking it. She helped me up than bowed.

"It is an honor to see you, your grace," I stuttered something inaudible in response.

She giggled and asked me to follow her. Having no other choice I do and I'm led to a door. Yae Miko opens the door and inside I see a futon, blanket, geta, and folded clothes. I'm led inside by two shrine maidens and once the three of us are inside the door is closed, and I think I heard a locking sound.

This set my senses on high alret. Trying to open the door failed. The two shrine maidens just stared at me.

"Your grace? Are you ok?" One asked.

I tell them I want to leave, and get told that once I'm cleaned up the door will be unlocked. This pissed me off, but knew I couldn't do shit. The two shrine maidens dress my in the folded clothes, which turned ot to be a kimono. The kimono is pure white, red obi, and a tatsu pattern. It looked very nice. After putting on the tabi sock and geta shoes, the two shirne maidens start to style my hair. When those two were done, I'm lead out the, now unlocked, door. I'm lead outside the shrine and get greeted with members of Raiden's army and Sara Kujou? I look closer at the woman and yeah, it's Sara. She walks up to me and bows deeply.

"Umm... You don't need to do that Sara," I say.

"It would be disrespectful if I did not bow to you," She said.

I give up on trying to convince Sara and follow her to Tenshukaku. It always looked impressive in game, but standing in from of it in reality, it make me feel so small. Sara and the other guards kneeled and bowed. I copied their movements, and heard footsteps.

The footsteps stopped in front of me and I was told to stand up. When I stand I'm met with a woman. She has an expressionless face, purple hair, and had this aura of power. It was Ei. She gestured for me to follow her inside. I do and I'm lead to a large room.

"Hello, Sozonushi," she said. She bows her head.

I tell her that she doesn't need to do that, but she says it's the only way she should greet the creator. This sparks my confusion and I ask what she's talking about.

Ei asks if I remember anything about creating her and her sister Makoto, to which I say no. Ei frowns and then keeps asking me questions. What I end up learning is that I'm the reincarnation of a god that created Teyvat, the archons, yokai, hilichurls, slimes, etc.

I stare at her and go to leave, only to feel like something is in my mind. It was like someone was holding my shoulder, the spot felt cold and the grip was tight.

"Please... don't leave them... They need you" The voice says, it feels motherly, kind, and desperate.

The grip lets go and I turn around to see who touched me, but all I see is a worried Ei.

"Sozonushi! Are you alright?" Ei rushes over to me.

"Yeah... I think so," I reply.

She keeps me busy for hours, I just want to find out what that voice, and feeling came from. Ei tells me stories she heard about "me". Everythign Ei is talking about is never mentioned in the Genshin game, so I start to think that I'm in a different diminssion one similar to the game but different, till Ei mentions how before Lumine helped her defeat Raiden Shogun and causing her to end the Vision Hunt decree and returning all the taken visions. I relieze, to these characters when I first downloaded the game, that was when their "world" started. I was in control of there actions, so to them I am an all powerful god.

When night falls, I'm lead to a beauitful room. I'm given sleeping clothes and a nice futon. I get under the blanket and fall asleep.

[angesauxailesroses]

Mirror Palais ˚₊‧꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

Mirror Palais is a womenswear pre order brand founded in 2019 by Marcelo Gaia. Marcelo Gaia is a designer,born of immigrant parents from Brazil and raised in Queens by his mother only .He started pursuing his passions professionally at Wood Tobe-Coburn for design and interning with stylist Lester Garcia during 10 years .He never thought he could actually become a designer because he thought that designers were really wealthy people and were really good at sewing and he was neither.Before Mirror Palais,Gaia had a brand named Rosemilk in 2018 with one of his friend. Mirror Palais is sort of an continuation of Rosemilk.On the Mirror Palais website,it is written that Marcelo Gaia created Mirror Palais with the mission to celebrate the confident women who inspire him. Mirror Palais’s pieces are so unique that you instantly know that it was created by Marcelo.You can see in every dresses,skirts,corsets,…the love for women and their beautiful body.Gaia is heavily inspired by the 80s,his pieces give a feeling of nostalgia of our inner child and makes you feel beauitful and confident. Gaia says: "I am super inspired by my Brazilian heritage.Both of my parents are immigrants that came here in the mid-1980s. Growing up in a Portuguese colony in Brazil, there's this interesting mix of old Europe, but the finishings and the overall execution has this kind of tropical feeling to it.”.He also use a lot of Catholic symbols in his creation.,a way for him to reclaim his religion.

Mirror Palais grew as one of the most adored brand by celebrities and famous brand on social media in just a few years thanks to Marcelo’s talent and his amazing creative vision in his campaigns/photoshoot that are all over pinterest and are absolutely stunning.But there is a lot of discussion about the prices of his creation,in witch Gaia respond often saying that being a fashion designer in New York is hard and that every single one of his pieces is made with so much love,care and time with true materials like vintage and deadstock fabric,"I've been so fortunate to create, but for other people who have this dream that is not as fortunate, it's just scary and there isn't a lot of support", he said. Mirror Palais is an ethical brand that cares a lot of quality and that is why it’s so hard to be a financially stable brand.Gaia also tries to minimizes Mirror Palais’s carbon footprint by making and designing all of the brand's clothes in New York City only with the help of his 11 full-time employees.

Mirror Palais has,as of now,five collections :

🪽 The Return of Glamour ( 32 pieces)

🪽 Forever Yours ( 26 pieces )

🪽 I Fall in Love Every Spring ( 32 pieces )

🪽 Laces and Silks (21 pieces)

🪽 Jungle Story (23 pieces )

Mirror Palais has,as of now, four campaigns :

🪽 Spring Summer 2024

🪽 Return Of Glamour

🪽 iNAMORATA e Mirror Palais

🪽 The Bridal Story

Mirror Palais to me,is about woman.About their beautiful body and their unique body.This brand worship woman and i can’t help but dream of one day wearing Gaia’s design.Mirror Palais is one of my favorite brands.Those pieces make me dream,and gives me nostalgia of places i have never been,Mirror Palais made me travel.If i wasn’t already in love with fashion,THIS brand would have make me fall in love.It’s just so romantic and unique and mesmerizing.I love every single pieces ever made and i can’t wait to see more.I hope to be as talented as Gaia and give the same feeling to people,the feeling of adoration,love and confidence.To make them feel beautiful the way Mirror Palais creation makes me (without even wearing it),and so many other woman, feel beautiful.This brand gives a beautiful message.

(PS : I hope i get married wearing Mirror Palais one day).

[stardustpinkart]

Carmelita always trys to make holidays special for her little girl, like any parent would. It occured to me, this could even be THEE birthday, and instead of it ending in tears and feeling lonely, its a happy occasion.

Carmelita made her a beauitful new dress as a birthday present, and theres a party at there house with all the village kids. Its a terrific birthday, even wearing her new dress for the day.

[arteries-of-goddess-eloise]

waiting for my Liz Lisa jacket/Rojita dresses to come to me soon; передивляюсь амбрелку й аур флаг мінс дез. творю. it is spring finally. life is beauitful

[the-rejected-princess]

Sexual tension Prompt for @thewxnderer | Dana Tan

♛ THE FEEL OF STRONG CALLUS FINGERS sent goosepimples down her arms. Feeling the strong males body heat radiating against her back, him being so close to her body. Dana could feel her heart rate picking up pounding loudly in her ears. The couple were supposed to be on their way to the club and afterwards dinner. However he'd stopped her requesting that she turn so her back was facing him. Now they were in these positions. Suddenly she felt something cool slide across her slender neck. With a glance down she noticed the silver that now dangled ever so slightly. The young beauty's breathing picked up, her body getting unbareably hot and turned on. The feeling of his callus fingers still faint against her skin. She could feel her nipples hardening and pushing against her tight, short dress. Her delicate fingers grabbed the hem of her dress gripping it tightly trying to calm her sudden roaring hormones. "T--Terry -- it-- it's beauitful--" She panted, bitting down on her plump bottom lip. "W--We s-- should get going -- o-or we'll be l-late -- " a soft whimper fell from her lips without her realizing it.