#finer things boutiqu

[ificantbringmydogimnotgoing]

Awesome tee from Finer Things Boutiqu just arrived. In love. Also some free stickers

[donatellawritings]

𝜗𝜚 ⊹ ‧₊˚ 🐇 introducing princess!reader, ugh i love her sm <3

you were fairly new to kildare island, completely wet behind your chanel-adorned ears. it had only been a few days, since your parents had made the switch from the cozy countryside of puerto rico, unpacking their final cardboard box that harshly clashed against the dreamy interior of your bright and sunny lakeside home. you weren’t surprised that your parents had chosen such a picturesque home of grandeur, they always had a niche for the finer things in life, a trait that was undoubtedly passed down to you.

you see, you had always been a spoiled princess, always insisting of having anything and everything that you wanted — and it was always given to you, without question. perhaps it was the fact that you were an only child? who cares, you were the precious little girl that your parents would go to the ends of the earth for, so why should you accept anything less, from anyone else?

as privileged as it may seem, you did have to admit that you loved living a life where you were pampered and had every single need, no matter how minute or ridiculous, fulfilled without question. you always wore the finest of fabrics from the most upscale brands, exercised in the cutest athleisure wear as you worked up a sweat on your peloton, i mean, you even made it a point to get your hair and nails done every other week. your parents’ banking statements were essays long, detailing your multiple visits to sephora, mainland boutiques, your hefty car note, and monthly spa membership fees.

but, you were far from a ditzy girl, in fact, you were so entitled to the point where you turned your button nose upward at every guy who approached you. you had yet to find a man who didn’t allow you to walk him like a pathetic little dog, you knew that you needed a man who would put you in your place, yet shower you with adornment and lavish gifts.

carefully scraping the tiny smear of residual lipgloss with the tips of your long almond french-manicured nails, you huffed as you flipped your blown-out hair over your shoulder. “ma, m’going to drop this off now!” you called out, tugging on your light grey mini skirt, your fingers dancing over the black lace and pink ribbon adornment, before you grabbed ahold of the white ceramic tray of lemon squares that your mother prepared the night prior.

you’d been given the task of introducing yourself to your neighbors, especially since you father had made it a point to extend the services of his construction company to the fellow members of the country club. your parents had praised you for being their sweet little girl who would be staying home for college to the community, so it was now your turn to seal your reputation as the perfect girl next door, and help uphold your parents’ fresh reputation as newcomers on figure 8.

your perky tits were cutely pushed up against the undone buttons of your undersized button up top, your gold rosary glinting against the sunlight as you made your chanel mules stepped out on the floorboards of your front porch.

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after about an hour of walking from door to door and exchanging your rehearsed pleasantries, while offering the sweet and tangy sticky treat, you’d finally made it to the final home that seemed to overlook the entirety of the community. your puffy cheeks ached from your stretched smile as the soles of your french-pedicure feet throbbed — maybe wearing heels as you walked from porch to porch wasn’t the smartest idea? balancing the tray of lemon gooey lemon squares onto one hand, you brushed a strand of hair from your extended lashes, letting out a small huff, before you mushed your finger into the doorbell.

it didn’t take long before the front door was answered, your rehearsed introduction flitting away from you as you looked up at the blue eyes that stared down at you. your lipstick stained lips parted as the twenty-something year old man stood, his jaw tight as he raised his eyebrows at you, before his eyes shamelessly fell to your pushed-up tits, “i, uh, hi! my family and i recently moved in, so i just wanted to introduce myself,” you smiled, a blush creeping to your cheeks as you revealed your name to the tall man.

“ah, s’that right?” he questioned, clearing throat with a nod to himself as he took it upon himself to lift the plastic wrap that concealed the melted lemon squares, before his curtain bangs fell in front of his eyes. “y’walked all the way here, by yourself, huh,” he mumbled, placing the wrapping to close around the tray, before bringing his intimidating gaze to yours.

with a nod, you nudged the tray in his direction, “would you like one? my mother made them fresh!” you beamed, restoring your role as the mannered girl next door, your trained resolve slowly burning away under the unforgiving north carolina sun.

oh, how he saw right through you.

wordlessly, the young man lifted the plastic wrap, one more, being the small gooey treat to his lips as he kept his eyes on yours, not missing the way you swallowed thickly as he wiped the corners of his pink lips with his ringed index finger and thumb. you watched pathetically with your lips parted as he licked over his lips, “rafe cameron,” he smiled smugly, extending a hand to you.

there was something dark, yet tantalizing about the young man that towered over you, it even brought an undeniable ache to the bundle of nerves between your plush thighs.

accepting his hand, you batted your dolly lashes at rafe, a warmth growing in your tummy as his large hand enveloped yours in a firm grip, his thumb barely kneading into the soft skin between your forefinger and thumb.

deciding to fall back into your stuck-up persona, you were the first to break the hold between you and race, your eyes squinting a bit as you took one step backwards, “it was a pleasure, rafe,” you sang, clutching the empty tray to be tucked into your side.

spinning on your heels, you could feel rafe staring at the under-curve of your soft ass that peeked beneath the tight knit fabric of your skirt, watching as your hips swayed with each step you took. it wasn’t until you were far enough from the young man that you tugged on your skirt to remain secure around your thighs. internally, you scolded yourself for losing event the slightest bit of your cool. you were too good for him, you were too good for him. way too good.

rafe knew this as well, yet he was always proactive when it came to getting what he wanted — even if he had to get a little dirty.

[prettyobsessed]

⋆·˚ ༘ *🎀Perfumed Reverie🩰* ༘✧˚⋆·

🌊 / pairings: Rafayel / fem!reader *. ⋆ / genre: Story plot with smut [nsfw 18+, mdni] 𓇼 / tags: nsfw, romantic smut, lyrical writing, slight action smut, smut with plot, mutual attraction, slight jealousy, perfume obsession, kisses, body appreciation, hand job, clit fingering, nipple kink, nipple licking, slight sub/dom play, tying kink, ribbon kink, cock teasing, kissing, clit stimulation, unprotected sex, perfume kink, cum in mouth, savouring cum, mature sexual content, romantic, romantic smut 🐚 / word count: 6.6k

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In "Perfumed Reverie," the narrator prepares for Rafayel's celebration with meticulous detail, anticipating the evening ahead. Rafayel's thoughtful gift adds to the excitement. At the party, amidst the vibrant atmosphere, the narrator finds herself drawn to Rafayel's magnetic presence. Their connection deepens as Rafayel's curiosity about the narrator’s perfume sparks a moment of intimacy. Amidst the chaos, their bond strengthens, leaving both eager for more.

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The sun cast a warm glow over the bustling city streets as I set out to find the perfect gift for Rafayel, my heart brimming with anticipation. As I navigated the crowded sidewalks, lost in thought, I was interrupted by the unexpected voice of Nero, my teammate from UNICORNS.

"Hey, fancy meeting with you. Mind if I join you for lunch? I've been dying to hear more about that eye you keep mentioning the other day,” Nero said with a grin that seemed a tad too eager. A memory flashed in my mind, the image of what lay behind the mysterious curtain stirring a sense of unease within me. Ignoring the knot of unease tightening in my stomach, I forced a polite smile and replied with a hesitant nod, "Sure, why not. I could use the company... and perhaps your opinion on something."

We settled into a nearby café, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee mingling with the chatter of patrons. Nero leaned in eagerly, his eyes alight with curiosity. “So, tell me more about the eye. Could you describe it in detail? I'm fascinated by it," he urged, his enthusiasm bordering on obsession.

As I recounted the details of the memory, Nero hung on my every word, his fascination evident in the way he leaned closer, his breathless anticipation palpable. "Wow," he murmured, his voice filled with awe. Then, with a slight cough, he added, "Um, do you think you could draw it again for me?" There was a hint of demand in his tone, as if he couldn't bear the thought of waiting any longer to see the image.

Unease prickled at the back of my mind, a sense of distrust creeping in as Nero's fixation on the eye grew more pronounced. “It's just for research purposes," Nero added, his voice taking on a low and dark tone that set off alarm bells in my mind.Reluctantly, I hastily sketched the image for him, feeling a sense of discomfort lingering in the air. Sensing my discomfort, I shifted the conversation, suggesting we divert our attention to finding a gift for my friend, Rafayel. Nero readily agreed, and we set off on a leisurely stroll through the city streets, our laughter blending with the hum of conversation. As we strolled along, an unsettling feeling nagged at the back of my mind, refusing to dissipate. 

Yet, for the moment, I pushed aside my suspicions and focused on the task at hand.

Amidst the charming boutiques and shops, my gaze was drawn to a stunning opal watch, its iridescent hues casting a spellbinding shimmer in the sunlight. Each facet of the opal seemed to dance with a kaleidoscope of colours, evoking an ethereal beauty that captured the essence of elegance and sophistication. The sleek design of the watch, adorned with intricate detailing and polished to perfection, spoke volumes of craftsmanship and quality. As I admired its captivating allure, I couldn't help but be reminded of Rafayel's discerning taste and penchant for the finer things in life.

Nero glanced over my shoulder at the opulent timepiece, his curiosity piqued. "A gift?" he inquired, his brow raised in intrigue. I turned to face him, a smile playing at the corners of my lips. "Yes, what do you think?" I asked, eager for his opinion. "It's nice," Nero replied with a nod, his tone neutral.

Taking Nero's brief assessment into account, I made the decision to purchase the watch for Rafayel. Just as I was admiring the opal watch, the salesperson approached with a warm smile. "Would you like to add a personal message to accompany the gift?" she asked kindly. "Yes, please," I replied, grateful for the opportunity to personalise the present for Rafayel. Quickly, I penned down my heartfelt message: “To Rafayel, Congrats on the collaboration! I’m super proud of you. This gift is a token of my support and belief in your talents. Hope you like it ♡ With love, Y/N x”.

With a sense of satisfaction, I passed the note back to the salesperson, who carefully tucked it into the gift bag alongside the opulent timepiece.

I continued my journey through the lively streets alongside Nero. The vibrant energy of the city enveloped me, infusing every step with a sense of anticipation. Before we could part ways, a familiar voice called out my name—it was Rafayel. My heart skipped a beat as I quickly hid the gift behind my back, feeling a wave of nervousness wash over me. I stole a glance at Nero, wondering how he would react to Rafayel's unexpected appearance. 

As Rafayel approached, a nervous flutter danced in my chest, my anticipation mingling with apprehension. "Well, well, well, look who's out here on a date," Rafayel remarked with a hint of jealousy in his tone, his eyes narrowing slightly as he took in our proximity.

Rafayel's gaze shifted to Nero, his expression clouded with doubt and suspicion. The tension between them was palpable, casting a shadow over the otherwise pleasant encounter. I exchanged a subtle glance with Rafayel, silently urging him to keep calm and not let his insecurities get the best of him. I mouthed the word ‘Stop it’ to Rafayel, hoping to diffuse the tension. “Rafayel, this is Nero,” I introduced, my voice steady despite the underlying tension. “He's my colleague. Nero, meet Rafayel. He's... well, let's just say he's always looking out for me,” I added with a hint of playfulness, attempting to lighten the mood.

“Hey, nice to meet you. Congrats on the collab!” Nero greeted, his voice laced with genuine warmth as he attempted to break the ice and alleviate the awkwardness of the situation. In response, Rafayel’s demeanour remained guarded, his arms crossed defensively as he replied in a monotone voice, “Thanks.”

Sensing the strained atmosphere, Nero decided to make his exit. "Umm, I better get going. See you at work next Monday?" he said, his departure a relief in the tense moment. I nodded in agreement, bidding him farewell silently appreciating his timing. As Nero walked away, Rafayel's eyes narrowed, his distrust evident in the furrow of his brow.

"Why are you being so rude to him?" I questioned, my tone tinged with suspicion, as I searched Rafayel's face for any signs of jealousy or insecurity. Rafayel's response was edged with sarcasm. "Oh yeah, why are you being so nice to him? You like him, that nerd?" His distrust of Nero was palpable.

I mirrored his tone, matching his sarcasm. “So what if I like him?” I retorted, feigning nonchalance. “There's nothing you can do about it.” Rafayel leaned in closer, his voice low and teasing. “Nah, I know you don't like him,” he remarked, his words carrying a hint of certainty. With a mischievous smirk, he added, “Besides, why waste your time thinking about anyone else when you could be thinking about me?” His playful remark caught me off guard, a flush of frustration rising to my cheeks as I struggled to maintain composure.

Reiterating once more that Nero was merely a colleague, I hoped to ease Rafayel's concerns.

“Pfft. Anyways, this is for you. Wear it to the party later?” Rafayel said, his tone softening as he handed me a small, elegantly wrapped package. “Ooh, what is it? Can I open it now?” I asked eagerly, excitement bubbling within me. Rafayel chuckled softly, shaking his head. “Not now. Open it later when you get home,” he replied, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Since Rafayel had already given me a gift, I pulled out the carefully wrapped present I had purchased for him. “I got you a gift too. Open it later and let me know if you like it. Or not. Whatever,” I said nonchalantly, though inwardly hoping that Rafayel would appreciate the gesture.

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As the clock chimed 6, signalling the beginning of the evening's arrival, I immersed myself in the preparations for Rafayel's celebration. My fingertips danced over the intricate jacquard fabric of my dress that I selected just for the party, marvelling at its luxurious texture and the way it cascaded elegantly around me. The crystal trim adorning the bodice caught the light, casting a mesmerising array of patterns across the room and infusing the ensemble with an irresistible allure. With its back lace-up closure, the dress whispered promises of sophistication and glamour, setting the stage for an unforgettable night. And to complete the look, I selected a white satin ribbon to adorn my hair, adding a touch of understated glamour to the ensemble.

Amidst the whirlwind of anticipation, my gaze fell upon the elegantly wrapped package Rafayel had presented earlier. With a gentle tug, the ribbon unfurled, revealing the treasure concealed within. Nestled within the folds of tissue paper lay a bottle of exquisite high-end perfume, encased in a pearlescent shell that shimmered like moonlight on water. As I lifted the fragrance to my nose, its enchanting blend of plum and freesia enveloped me in a delicate embrace, transporting me to a realm of opulence and elegance. Each inhale awakened my senses, stirring a symphony of emotions within me.

Accompanying the perfume was a handwritten note from Rafayel, his words infused with warmth and affection. "A gift for the beautiful Y/N," it read, his endearing nickname bringing a smile to my lips. "When I stumbled upon this packaging and scent, it instantly reminded me of you. Your vibrant spirit and unwavering kindness deserve only the finest. See you later, my silly goose."

The tender sentiment warmed my heart with a sweetness that only Rafayel could evoke, a testament to his thoughtfulness and consideration. Amidst the heartfelt sentiment, there was a playful touch that spoke of his penchant for light-hearted jests. 

With a smile on my lips, a flutter of excitement coursed through me at the thought of wearing the enchanting scent to the party. With Rafayel's thoughtful gesture nestled close to my heart, I eagerly anticipated the evening party.

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As I made my grand entrance into Rafayel's house party, the room seemed to buzz with anticipation, a kaleidoscope of colours and sounds swirling around me. The air was alive with the tinkling of glasses, the rhythmic beat of music, and the low hum of conversation. Dressed in an ensemble that exuded elegance and sophistication, I felt a surge of confidence as I navigated through the crowd, drawing admiring glances from all who crossed my path.

Amidst the throng of guests, my gaze was irresistibly drawn to Rafayel, who stood amidst a cluster of people, his magnetic presence undeniable. Our eyes locked, and for a moment, it felt as though the rest of the world faded into oblivion, leaving only the two of us in our own private universe. His smile was like a beacon in the dimly lit room, warming my heart and igniting a spark of excitement within me.

Before I could make my way over to him, however, Thomas intercepted Rafayel, guiding him towards a group of potential clients. I watched with a mixture of disappointment and understanding as Rafayel was swept away, his attention momentarily diverted from me.

As I mingled with the guests, my thoughts kept drifting back to Rafayel, unable to resist the magnetic pull of his charismatic charm. Despite the gravity of my duty to protect him, my attention was unwaveringly fixed on him, drawn to his presence like a moth to a flame. Yet, amidst the distractions of the party, I remained vigilant, my focus unwavering as I monitored the surrounding and every movement. Ready to intervene at a moment's notice, I kept a watchful eye on him, ensuring his safety was paramount above all else.

Suddenly, a soft vibration in my pocket broke through my reverie, signalling an incoming message on my phone. With a quick glance, I saw that it was from Rafayel. "You looked stunning tonight. Can you rescue me from this crowd, pretty please?" His words brought a smile to my lips, a warmth spreading through me at the thought of him reaching out to me.

I quickly tapped out a reply, my fingers dancing across the screen. "You're doing great! Just a few more hours to go! Hang in there." As I hit send, I couldn't help but feel a flutter of excitement in my chest, knowing that even amidst the chaos of the party, Rafayel and I shared a special connection that transcended the confines of the room. With renewed determination, I plunged back into the festivities, my heart filled with anticipation for what the night might bring.

Discreetly, I checked the holster of my concealed weapon, its comforting weight serving as a reassuring reminder of my preparedness for any unforeseen threats that might arise during the festivities. As I moved through the throng of guests, my attention was momentarily diverted by a mirror reflecting the scene before me. In its glassy surface, I caught a glimpse of a looming figure, cloaked in darkness and watching me intently. 

A chill swept through me as I turned to confront the mysterious presence, but it vanished into thin air before my eyes. The image lingered in my mind—a spectre of unease that left me unsettled. I could have sworn I saw the glint of a pair of spectacles, reminiscent of Nero's distinctive style. Intrigued and wary, I resolved to investigate further. With each step, my senses sharpened, my hand instinctively gravitating towards the reassuring weight of my concealed weapon. Suddenly, a subtle vibration against my wrist alerted me to an urgent message on my Hunter's Watch—a Wanderer had been detected in close proximity, its threat level ranging from moderate to potentially dangerous.

Utilising my honed training and quick-thinking abilities, I sprang into action with a swift and decisive motion. With a determined focus, I swiftly herded the unsuspecting guests to safety, ensuring their protection before confronting the looming threat of the Wanderer. As the Wanderer crashed through the balcony roof like an uninvited intruder, its menacing tail resembling that of a scorpion's, I surveyed the room with a keen eye, ensuring that no one remained in harm's way. With a steady hand and unwavering resolve, I drew my weapon—a formidable tool enhanced by Protocore Energy—and took aim at the looming menace.

Rafayel stood at my side as the Wanderer's monstrous form bore down on us, his presence a reassuring anchor amidst the chaos. With a nod of silent understanding, we synchronised our movements, our synergy honed through countless battles fought together. Fuelled by deadly intent, the Wanderer lunged forward, its razor-sharp claws slashing through the air. In response, I unleashed a barrage of shots from my enhanced weapon, each blast powered by the pulsating energy of Protocore. 

The projectiles streaked through the air with deadly precision, finding their mark on the creature's armoured hide, but it remained undeterred, its ferocity undiminished. In the midst of the fray, Rafayel stepped forward, his eyes ablaze with determination. 

With a fluid motion, he unleashed his signature move, the Four Scourges—a devastating flurry of strikes that unleashed a torrent of energy upon the Wanderer, shaking its monstrous form to its core.

But the creature was relentless, its primal fury driving it forward with unyielding determination. With a roar that reverberated through the room, it launched itself at us once more, its jaws gaping wide in a feral snarl. Drawing upon our shared bond and unspoken camaraderie, Rafayel and I unleashed our ultimate technique: Abyssal Beacon and Abyssal Shadow—a dazzling display of power and precision that unleashed a torrent of energy, engulfing the Wanderer in a blinding vortex of light and force.As the echoes of our combined assault faded, the room fell silent, save for the gentle crackle of dissipating energy. The Wanderer lay defeated, its once-mighty form reduced to naught but a lifeless husk.

With a shared nod of triumph, Rafayel and I stood victorious, our bond stronger than ever in the face of adversity. 

Approaching the fallen Wanderer, I scanned the room for any lingering threats, my senses heightened by the adrenaline still coursing through my veins. With cautious steps, I retrieved its Protocore, ensuring no remnants of its malevolent energy lingered behind. As I claimed the precious artefact, the body of the Wanderer began to dissipate into sparkling dust, a testament to our hard-won victory.

With the room now safe, I gestured for the guests to return to the ballroom, their applause a symphony of gratitude for our valiant efforts. The sound echoed off the walls, filling the air with a sense of relief and triumph. Thomas stepped forward to address them. "Thank you all for your understanding and cooperation," he announced, his voice carrying across the room with sincerity. "For the safety of everyone present, we must end the event early. Please make your way home safely."

With heartfelt thanks and apologies, Thomas bid the guests farewell, his words imbued with genuine warmth and gratitude. Meanwhile, Rafayel remained by my side, his concern evident in the gentle scrutiny of his gaze. “Ms Bodyguard, are you alright?" he asked, his voice soft with worry as he inspected my injuries.

Turning to Rafayel, I felt a surge of gratitude for his unwavering support. "I'm fine," I assured him, offering a reassuring smile. "Just a few scratches." Rafayel's expression softened, his touch warm and comforting as he gently took my hands in his. "I'm glad you're safe,“ he murmured, his voice filled with genuine relief.

Amidst the few lingering guests in the background, helpers scurried about, diligently tidying the aftermath of the Wanderer's unwelcome intrusion into the party, as glints of glass shards shimmered in the dim light. Rafayel then led me to another room—a sanctuary within his embrace—his bedroom. The windows were open, allowing the gentle sea breeze to sway the curtains in a graceful dance. The scent of the ocean wafted in, mingling with the subtle aroma of Rafayel's presence, creating an atmosphere of serene tranquility. His room exuded a sense of majesty, adorned with elegant furnishings and offering a breathtaking view of the ocean beyond.

The soft glow of moonlight cast ethereal patterns across the room, illuminating the space with a magical aura. The walls exuded elegance, adorned with intricate tapestries and ornate moldings that enhanced the room's sense of refinement and sophistication. Plush carpets adorned the floor, inviting us to sink our feet into their luxurious embrace.

As Rafayel rummaged for the ointment to tend to my injuries, I couldn't help but admire the way the moonlight played upon his features, casting a halo of light around him. His eyes gleamed with a mixture of curiosity and admiration, his movements graceful and deliberate as he searched for the right supplies. It was moments like these that made me acutely aware of the magnetic pull he had on me, drawing me closer with each passing second.

“I almost couldn’t concentrate fighting the Wanderer. What is that scent you’re wearing?” Rafayel's curiosity sparked as he rummaged for ointment to tend to my injuries. "Is that the perfume I gave you?" he inquired, his interest piqued by the lingering fragrance in the air.

I nodded in affirmation, a small smile gracing my lips. I watched as his gaze lingered on me, his curiosity evident as he took in the lingering fragrance of my perfume. The air between us seemed to crackle with anticipation, charged with an unspoken tension that left me breathless with excitement. As he leaned in to take another whiff of the scent, I couldn't help but feel nervously attracted to him.

Rafayel exuded an irresistible allure tonight, his hair tousled in a way that accentuated his rugged charm. There was a disoriented yet undeniably magnetic quality about him, as if my perfume had ensnared his senses and left him spellbound. He moved with a sense of urgency, flitting back and forth between attending to my injuries and searching for the ointment, his actions driven by an unspoken desire to be near me. Clad in a white collared shirt adorned with delicate pearly buttons, Rafayel's attire only added to his allure. The fabric clung to his frame, hinting at the contours of his muscular physique, while his slightly exposed chest sent a flurry of anticipation coursing through me, my heart quickening with every beat.

"Show me the scratches," Rafayel requested, his voice laced with concern. Despite the worry etched on his face, there was an underlying warmth that drew me closer to him. Feeling a surge of confidence enveloping me in his presence, I decided to indulge in a playful moment, relishing the anticipation building between us. With a coy grin, I allowed my fingers to glide along the fabric of my dress, slowly revealing the scratch nestled provocatively above my upper thigh.

"Right here," I said in a low, teasing voice, relishing the subtle flush that crept up his ears and the intensity of his gaze fixed on my exposed skin.

Rafayel's gaze intensified, his eyes locked on the exposed skin, his breath growing heavy. With a sense of urgency, he retrieved the ointment from his drawer, his movements deliberate as he applied it to my skin. His touch lingered, evoking a tingling sensation that stirred a rush of anticipation within me. “And here,” I continued, pointing to the scratch on my chest, just above my décolletage, revelling in the closeness between us. Rafayel stood before me, his proximity closer than ever, his eyes glazed over with delight as he leaned in to inhale the intoxicating scent once more on my chest to my neck. His breath hitched, his fingers trembling slightly as they brushed against my skin, a silent testament to the effect I had on him.

My heart raced with excitement as his touch lingered, each caress invoking a cascade of tingling sensations that danced across my skin like a symphony of desire. The air between us hummed with a potent energy, thick with desire and longing.

“Are you okay?” I asked, a surge of concern washing over me as Rafayel seemed to falter. Supporting him to a bench nestled at the foot of his bed, I sat beside him and searched his eyes for any signs of distress. “I don’t know,” Rafayel confessed, his voice tinged with wonder. “I was fine before the party started. But as soon as you came, I got caught up with your scent. And the more I catch the scent of your perfume, the more it seems to bewitch me. It's like...” He trailed off, struggling to articulate the intensity of his feelings.

Rafayel's confession left me breathless, his words painting a picture of vulnerability and desire. "It's like your scent has woven its way into my very being," he murmured, his voice a mixture of awe and fascination, his breath hitching with each word. The intensity in his gaze held me captive, drawing me closer to him as if we were bound by an invisible thread of longing. As Rafayel admitted his vulnerability, a surge of tenderness washed over me, mingling with the raw passion that surged between us.

He took my hand, bringing it close to his face to revel in the scent, almost as if he were savouring a rare delicacy. His touch was electric, sparking a rush of warmth that enveloped me, each caress leaving me breathless and yearning for more.

It’s like he’s being taken over by my perfume. He’s caressing my hand with his face, indulging in the scent that’s making him high. While he’s being obsessed with my scent, I couldn't help but notice the opal watch adorning his wrist, the one I had gifted him. With a soft smile, I traced the lines of his face with gentle reverence, feeling the weight of his words in the air between us. “You’re watching the watch. It suits you well,” I whispered, my voice barely above a whisper.

Rafayel's response was a whisper of his own, filled with promise and longing. "It's a reminder that I'm bound to you forever." Taking his hand in mine, I brought it close to my face, allowing him to revel in the scent that seemed to draw us closer with each passing moment. His gaze locked with mine, a silent plea lingering in his eyes.

"Kiss me, please?” he breathed, his voice a soft plea that stirred something deep within me.

Lost in the moment, I couldn't resist the allure of his disheveled appearance, his tousled hair adding to his irresistible charm. Without hesitation, I leaned in and kissed him, savouring the taste of his lips against mine. As the kiss deepened, I felt Rafayel's hands pull me closer, his touch sparked a symphony of sensations, each note playing a melody of longing that reverberated through every fiber of my being.

Rafayel's grip tightened around my waist, drawing me impossibly closer as our ardor surged to intoxicating heights. Feeling emboldened by his touch, I reciprocated his desire, my hands trailing down his neck to the exposed skin of his chest, then further down to the defined contours of his abs. With each touch, he reacted, his body jolting responding to my caress with a mix of pleasure and anticipation.

Still nestled in his embrace, I rested my left arm against his back, feeling the reassuring warmth of his skin beneath my touch. With my right fingers, I traced delicate patterns along his abdomen, following the enticing path of his happy trail as it disappeared below his belly button. Each stroke elicited a shiver of pleasure from Rafayel, his body responding to my touch with a mix of anticipation and desire.

With a daring glint in his eye, Rafayel teased, "Don't take your hands off me. Go further down, I dare you." His voice carried a seductive challenge, a playful invitation to delve deeper into the depths of our shared desire without inhibition.

His words hung in the air like a potent aphrodisiac, sending a rush of anticipation coursing through me, urging me to delve deeper into the realms of carnal delight. With a mischievous grin, I accepted his challenge, allowing my fingertips to continue their descent, tracing a tantalising path along the contours of his body. My fingers trailed from his abs to his pants, tiptoeing and caressing his growing erection with just my finger. Rafayel's hand reached out, a silent plea for restraint, yet his eyes betrayed the true depth of his desire. 

“If you don’t stop, I won’t be able to leave,” Rafayel murmured, his gaze locked with mine—a silent invitation to indulge in the passion that simmered between us. The essence of Rafayel's words permeated the air, lingering like an intoxicating fragrance that enveloped us both. His gaze, locked with mine, spoke volumes, silently beckoning me to embrace the intoxicating passion that simmered between us.

"Good," I purred, my voice laced with a hint of mischief. "Because I don't plan on stopping." Rafayel's reaction was immediate, a low, guttural moan escaping his lips at my words. With a boldness that matched his own, I brushed his hand aside, allowing my fingers to continue their languid exploration of his hardened length. Each stroke elicited a soft gasp from him, his body responding eagerly to my touch.

His breath hitched in his throat, a symphony of desire escaping his lips in soft moans that filled the air. 

My fingers traced patterns of arousal along his length, teasing and tempting him with every caress. Leaning in closer, I whispered words of longing against his skin, my breath hot against his ear. With each passing moment, the anticipation grew thicker, the hunger in his eyes mirroring my own. I revelled in the delicious torture of the moment, savouring the intoxicating dance of desire that enveloped us both.

With a daring glint in my eye, I continued to tease him, drawing circles on his throbbing arousal, each touch sending a surge of pleasure coursing through him. My fingers lingered on his clothed erection before deftly unbuttoning his pants, granting me access to his hard erection. With each button undone, my anticipation swelled, eager to explore the depths of his desire and fulfil our mutual craving for ecstasy.

Once I unbuttoned Rafayel’s pants, I liberated his shaft from its fabric confines. Unveiling his arousal, I found myself entranced by the mesmerising sight. Long, girthy and slightly curved. I couldn’t imagine the sensations it would evoke and how it would feel like being filled by him. I leaned in closer, my breath hot against his skin as I whispered words of longing. 

His hardened length stood tall and commanding, pulsating with an undeniable vigor that spoke volumes. Without hesitation, I leaned in, my lips parting as I released a small stream of saliva onto his throbbing member. The slickness of my saliva enhanced the sensation as I slowly wrapped my hand around his hardness, feeling the heat and hardness beneath my touch. Our eyes locked in a heated exchange, a silent understanding passing between us as I continued to stroke him with deliberate slowness.

The anticipation hung heavy in the air as Rafayel, emboldened by desire, reached for the top of my dress, pulling it down to reveal my pert nipple. His touch was gentle yet firm as he traced the contours of my breast, his warm breath igniting a tempest of sensations within me. I gasped as his lips closed around my nipple, his tongue dancing and swirling, setting my nerve endings ablaze with ecstasy. The intensity of his ministrations sent bolts of raw pleasure shooting through my body, kindling an insatiable desire that surged from the depths of my being.

"It's hard not to bite what's already near my mouth," Rafayel chuckled softly, his voice a velvety whisper tinged with desire. The playful edge in his tone heightened the already intoxicating arousal that surrounded us like a tangible heat. With each stroke of my hand and flick of his tongue, he seemed to embrace his primal instincts and his movements growing increasingly feral.

Sensing my eagerness, Rafayel lifted me effortlessly, guiding me to straddle him as we made our way to his satin bed awaiting us. His touch was electrifying, his hands roaming over my body with a possessive urgency that set my skin ablaze with desire. "May I?" Rafayel's voice was a husky whisper, his eyes dark with longing as he gestured towards the dress that adorned my form.

"Yes," I breathed, my voice barely above a whisper as I surrendered to the intoxicating pull of desire.

With practiced ease, Rafayel deftly stripped me of my dress, leaving me clad only in delicate lace and the weapon concealed within. As the dress pooled at my feet, I discreetly removed the gun, tucking it away in a safe place, ensuring our passion remained undisturbed by external threats. In turn, Rafayel shed his top, revealing the chiseled contours of his chest, each muscle defined and sculpted beneath the surface. Despite undressing, he kept the watch on. As he tenderly guided me onto the plush satin sheets, his gaze locked with mine, his lips leaving a trail of delicate kisses along my skin, each touch igniting a wildfire of sensation. With each caress, he worshipped every inch of my being, his hands tracing the contours of my body with reverence, as if I were a precious work of art to be cherished.

Descending with purpose, his lips trailed a path of anticipation down to my stomach, then further still, until he reached the apex of my desire. With skilful hands, he parted my folds, eagerly savouring my taste as his tongue explored every inch of my quivering flesh. Lost in the throes of passion, he ravished me with fervent kisses and expert strokes, driving me to the brink of ecstasy.

With a gentle gesture, he offered his fingers to my eager mouth, coaxing me to coat them with my saliva. Without hesitation, I complied, relishing the taste of our shared desire. As he slowly inserted his finger into my dripping core, a wave of pleasure surged through me, intensifying with each rhythmic circle he traced.

The sensation was overwhelming, my body trembling with need as he skilfully brought me to the brink of release. And in a moment of pure ecstasy, I surrendered to the pleasure, succumbing to the powerful climax he had orchestrated with his masterful touch.

As waves of pleasure continued to ripple through my body, I basked in the afterglow of my climax, feeling every nerve ending alight with bliss. I luxuriated in the lingering sensation, relishing the intoxicating rush that coursed through me.

But even amidst the haze of ecstasy, my desire for Rafayel burned brighter than ever, urging me to reciprocate the pleasure he had so generously bestowed upon me. With a languid grace, I shifted my focus, my gaze locking with his as I conveyed my silent gratitude.

“I wanna try something,” I murmured, a mischievous glint in my eye as I reached for the white ribbon that adorned my hair. Removing it with a practiced twist, I used the ribbon to bind Rafayel's hands, securing them above his head as I took my rightful place atop him. With a playful smirk, I teased his senses, trailing kisses and caresses along his body.

The satin ribbon felt smooth against my fingertips as I expertly tied his wrists, the fabric contrasting with the heat radiating from his skin. With each knot, I could sense his anticipation building, his breath quickening in anticipation of what was to come. “Is this like… a new kink of yours?” Rafayel teased, a playful grin dancing on his lips as he observed me with curious amusement. His eyes sparkled with intrigue, betraying the hint of excitement stirring within him. 

I responded with a coy grin, my lips curling into a mischievous smile as I nodded in affirmation.

As I leaned down to place a soft kiss on his lips, I could feel the tension in his muscles, his body straining against the restraints in a delicious mix of desire and surrender.

With his hands bound above his head, Rafayel lay helpless beneath me, his eyes dark with desire as I explored every inch of his body with kisses and feather-light touches. The air was thick with anticipation as I trailed my lips along his jawline, down his neck, and across his chest. With each caress, I could feel the intensity of his arousal building, his skin flushing with heat as he surrendered to the pleasure of my touch.

Rafayel's breath hitched in his throat as I continued my sensual assault, his moans filling the room with a symphony of pleasure. The faint scent of arousal hung in the air, mingling with the heady aroma of our desire as I teased him relentlessly. “Fuck…Y/N, stop teasing me,” His voice was a husky whisper, each word laced with desperation and longing. His hands strained against the ribbon, a silent plea for more, as I revelled in the power I held over him.

I leaned in closer, my lips hovering just out of reach as I whispered, "You know you love it when I tease you." The heat of his skin beneath my fingertips was intoxicating, driving me to push him further, to see how far I could take him before he begged for release.

With a wicked grin, I allowed him to untie himself, his hands immediately finding their way to my body, pulling me closer in a desperate embrace. His hands roam freely as he pulled me closer, our bodies intertwining in a passionate embrace. Guiding his throbbing member to my dripping core, I lowered myself onto him, savouring the exquisite feeling of fullness as he filled me completely.

I stroke Rafayel's cock with my clit, relishing the sensation of his hardness against my sensitive flesh. Releasing his cock from my core momentarily, I coat his pulsating member with my saliva, reveling in the intimacy of the act. The look of desire in his eyes fuels my own arousal, and I love every moment of tempting and teasing him.

Inching deeper, I circle my hips slowly, ensuring every movement brings him exquisite pleasure. His moans of ecstasy spur me on, driving me to explore every inch of his length with my tight, wet pussy. With each deliberate motion, I feel him responding to my touch, his cock throbbing with need beneath me.

"So fucking pretty, my princess," Rafayel moans, his words stirring a carnal hunger deep within me, every syllable like a siren's call, beckoning me further into the abyss of ecstasy. The endearing nickname he gives me only heightens my arousal, causing my pussy to tighten around him involuntarily. His eyes widen in surprise and delight, realising the effect his words have on me. With each fervent thrust, I surrender to the pleasure, riding him with an insatiable hunger that knows no bounds.

"I'm gonna—,” Rafayel groaned, his voice strained with desire as he neared the brink of release. 

With a wicked grin, I withdrew from his pulsating member, the taste of his arousal lingering on my tongue. "Cum in here," I purred, my lips parting in invitation as I offered myself to him once more. Rafayel's eyes widened in anticipation, his hands gripping the sheets tightly as he surrendered to the pleasure coursing through him.

In a moment of pure ecstasy, Rafayel released his cum into my waiting mouth, his essence a delicious elixir that I eagerly savoured. Being the insatiable vixen that I am, I devoured his cock for the last time, each movement of my tongue prolonging his orgasm and intensifying his pleasure. His moans grew deeper, more desperate, as he held onto me tightly, not wanting to let go. With a teasing swivel of my tongue on the tip of his cock, his whole body jerked in response, his desire reaching new heights.

As he throbbed with the aftershocks of pleasure, I met his gaze with a sultry smile, his heartfelt admission of love resounding in the air like a whispered promise. "I adore you, every inch of you," he confessed—his voice a seductive melody that danced on the edge of desire.

"Please… never leave me again," he murmured, his hands cradling my face with a tenderness that spoke volumes of his longing. The sincerity in his gaze, the yearning in his touch, echoed the depths of his desire to hold onto our love, to never let it slip away again.

Savouring the moment, I met his gaze with a sultry smile, my own confession of love hanging between us like a delicate promise waiting to be fulfilled. “I promise. Among all the fishies in the sea, you're the one who caught my eye. Unless you’re begging to be released again,” I teased, my voice tinged with affection as I gazed into Rafayel's mesmerising eyes, feeling the weight of my love for him in every word.

Rafayel and I found ourselves entangled in a playful banter afterwards.

“Says the one who doesn't know how to row the boat!” Rafayel teased, casting a knowing glance at me. The memory of our ill-fated boating excursion flashed through my mind, a moment of levity amidst the tension. "Says the one who ended up tossing his lunch overboard.... and well, couldn't resist taking the bait,” I playfully retorted, a mischievous glint in my eyes as I teased Rafayel. He mockingly gasped, placing a hand over his heart. "Oh, the audacity! Here I am, pouring my heart out, and you're just here for the catch and release." I leaned in closer, my lips curling into a smirk. "Well, you must admit, Rafayel, I do have quite the knack for reeling you in."

He chuckled, his laughter filling the air as he leaned back, a playful glint in his eyes. "Touché, my dear. Touché indeed." Just then, Rafayel leaned in, his lips brushing against my neck as he inhaled the lingering scent of plum and freesia. "I need you to spray more perfume on here, Ms. Bodyguard," he murmured with a playful tone, his breath warm against my skin. I playfully swatted his arm, laughing at the ticklish sensation. His playful request to apply the perfume only added to the intimacy between us, as I surrendered to the warmth of his embrace. Allowing myself to bask in the warmth of Rafayel's presence, I closed my eyes. In his arms, I found solace, a sanctuary where love and laughter intertwined to form an unbreakable bond.

—by prettyobsessed🎀⋆⁺₊⋆ ૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡

Editor’s note: this is for the Rafayel girlies out there! i intended to write something sweeter for Rafayel's smut, but the direction changed. hmm, we'll see. i might tweak around a bit more. also, doesn't Nero seem a little suspicious? i recently replayed the chapters again and started noticing his peculiar behaviour. but either way, hope you enjoyed this one! ᵔᴗᵔ

[luxeacademia]

Brindleton Bay Taylors Version Pt. 01: Wildest Dreams Jewelry & Style Clothing Boutique by luxeacademia

So I am a big Swiftie and recently had this idea of making Brindleton Bay builds inspired by 1989 TV. Here is the first build. I have a few more planned and I am super excited about it! I also chose to photograph this build during the winter because it gave "snow on the beach' vibes. Hope you like it! -

Presenting "Wildest Dreams" and "Style" – where retail therapy meets Hamptons charm.

"Wildest Dreams" Jewelry: Discover an array of sparkling gems and accessories that will make your Sims' wildest dreams come true. From delicate necklaces to shimmering rings, this boutique is a haven for those who appreciate the finer things.

"Style" Clothing: Dive into the world of fashion at "Style," where coastal Hamptons aesthetics blend seamlessly with Taylor's 1989 era. Explore racks of chic outfits and timeless ensembles that exude sophistication and style.

Come explore our retail paradise, where Sims can indulge in shopping sprees that capture the essence of coastal luxury.

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Name: Wildest Dreams & Style Boutique

Value: 1,275,717

Type: Retail

Size: 20x20

World: Brindleton Bay

Location: Ragdoll Refurb

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[eternalsa2z]

The Gift

"Don't give me that look, baby. I know this isn't how you expected to celebrate your birthday. Alone, with no cake, and dressed like my mini-me. But your mother knows best and trust me, you'll thank me later for the life-changing gift I'm giving you."

*WHINE* "But Muuuuther..."

"Ah ah ah! Don't interrupt me, Jaden. You need to understand what a blessing I am bestowing on you. I fought most of my life to achieve the flawless femininity I embody today and I want you to flourish from a young age. You take after me in so many ways - the slender body, the penchant for finer things, and of course the hint of attitude you're flashing at me right now. But you need to learn to embrace that."

*SCOFF* "What? By becoming your clone?"

*CHUCKLE* "You wish, baby. I'll settle for a younger protégé with the potential to be as magnificent as me. A Simone 2.0, if you will. So my gift to you will to teach you to be like me. How to apply makeup flawlessly. Which dresses to wear at galas, dinner dates, luxury boutiques, and private bedroom affairs. When to smile, to scoff, to sneer, or to pout to maintain control of the room and get what you want. I am going to make you a baddie, a fashionista, a trophy wife without equal."

*SIGH* "Fine, I guess..."

"Fine? Baby, I'm doing this out of love, but don't test my benevolence. A queen is handing you a chance at being royalty, don't pout just because you have to start as a princess and earn the crown. Or have I misjudged you? Do you really not want my present of perfection?"

"No it's just, like...couldn't you at least have gotten me an expensive car and a limitless credit card for a shopping spree? I deserve to be spoiled every day but especially on my birthday"

*SMIRK* "That's my little baby brat. You're going to be something special, Jade. After all, you are my daughter..."

[sweetbillwriting]

The Finer Things

Psycho - Part 8

Characters: Vincent De Garmont, The Marquis, From John Wick 4.

Setting: This story is set in my own universe, so not exactly the John Wick universe.

Warnings: 18+, SO MANY. Sex, abuse, violence and murder.

Ines sat in the big hotel bed under the covers in a black slip. It was Vincent’s room, or now it was theirs. They shared a room now, more or less. He didn't let her move all her things there because he thought it became too cluttered. He didn't want her make up close to the bathroom and had been really clear with that after he had gotten her powder on his white suit pants. 

She looked around the tidy room and listened to the faint sound of Vincent brushing his teeth in the bathroom. She had gotten some new information about him that she couldn't stop thinking about. 

Boyfriend. Vincent has had a boyfriend. Of course she had thought about what sort of partners the Marquis could have had before her, she had even wondered if he had experience with men but that thought hadn't come up while they had been more intimate with each other. She just saw him as her guy then and the thought that he would have chosen the company of another man before he met her had been erased. 

The door to the bathroom opened slowly and the tall man came out, dragging his hands through his unstyled hair. She knew he got stressed by feeling hair in his face and when he didn't have any products in it he showed his annoyance by his soft hair openly. He was dressed in a baby blue satin pajama set with his cursive initials on the breast pocket. It was so shiny it snatched all the lightning from the room. Ines looked at him from top to toe and smiled to herself with mixed emotions. Yeah, the Marquis had had a boyfriend. 

He crawled down next to her and did the last of his nightly routine. He put on a black eye cover on his head, moisturized his lips, and then his hands. No wonder he was as soft as a baby. He took care of every part of himself with the best French products. 

Ines looked at the sleep mask. It had become a signal for her: no sex tonight. She had a much bigger need for it than Vincent, and she suspected the only real satisfaction he could get was from seeing a life fade away in his hands. But the mask also meant they could talk; if he hadn't a book in his hand, it was okay. 

“So you're bisexual? Or Pan?” She asked curiously with an expecting expression. It was probably the most private question she had asked The Marquis. 

He looked at his hand while giving his cuticles some extra moisturizing. 

“You Americans...” he said with a downgrading tone. Ines looked at him tiredly. 

“You're also American!” 

“Not in my heart,” He said it like it was an obvious fact. 

“Yeah, yeah. Continue.” 

“With what?” He looked up at her with a bored expression. 

“Are you bi?” 

Vincent clicked his tongue and laid down in bed on his back, while Ines sat up more instead, against the headboard. 

“I don't see it like that. I am with the person I want to be with.” 

“So you're pan?” 

“What the fuck is pan? A frying pan? Peter Pan?” 

“Ha ha ha.” Ines faked a laugh but smiled when Vincent gave her a dimpled one. 

“I just think it's unnecessary to throw around words. Why does it matter? Do you want a word so you can judge me?” 

“Noo…” Ines felt stupid about her conservative thinking, especially because she in one way wanted to judge him. She wanted to be able to put a label on him. 

“Can we stop talking about this now? It's such a boring subject. I've been invited to the opening of Dior’s boutique this weekend. That's a better subject.” 

Ines looked at him unpleased and crossed her arms. 

“You don't need to come with me,” he said irritatedly, pulling down the eye mask. 

“Must you be like this? Why can't you just share things with me?” 

Ines sounded irritated for real now, and it made Vincent pull up the mask again. 

“I do! I just said you can come with me to fucking Dior!” 

“I don't want Dior! I want to know shit about you! I know you know my whole fucked up story while you don't tell me shit!” 

Vincent sat up and pulled on his pajama shirt, which twisted around his body.

“Your “fucked up story” is just bullshit! It was just child play! I will not share my story with someone who can't even handle their own bullshit story.” 

In his upset state, Vincent lost his accent again, but also that elegance that otherwise lay over him like the thinnest chiffon. 

“You maybe let your fucking junkie mom die in front of your eyes, but I broke every fucking bone in my trashy parents bodies with a hammer! And that's fucking soft for me!” 

Ines turned to him in shock. She furrowed her brows. She looked upset, but Vincent looked at her with a killer look. She knew he would kill her then and there if she said the wrong thing. The thought of that was so hot. She wondered for a second how he would do it. Strangle her? It felt like the easiest way, but something told her that was too boring for him. It was more believable that he would bite her and drink her blood. 

Ines squirmed and Vincent looked at her pressing her legs together. His angry look changed slowly to a mocking one. 

"Filthy girl,” he said lowly and sat up on his elbow. 

“Shut up,” she said but with an amused smirk. Vincent laughed and sat up more and lifted the cover to look at her panties. 

“You're such a psycho. Who gets wet from such a story?”

“I said shut up!” She whined but with a laugh and pulled up the cover. Vincent smirked and shook his head. Ines looked at his handsome face and thought about jumping him, begging for his cock but she had a question she needed an answer to. 

“What happened after you killed your parents? Did the police understand it was you?” 

Vincent laughed and laid down again with his hands behind his head. 

“Of course not. Do you know how cute I was? I was fourteen with angel eyes and the cleanest record. High grades, liked and good mannered. Appearance is everything.” 

Ines looked at his proud smile and thought about how he was now. Appearance was still everything to him and he had slowly taught her the same thing. Her Dr. Dre t-shirt and leggings with holes was probably not the best look to have to be trusted. 

“Why are you so sexy?” The word just jumped out her mouth. She couldn't control her horniness any longer. She laid her chin on his chest and looked up at him. 

“Because I'm everything other men wished they were.” 

Ines laughed and kissed him. He was probably right, she didn't care really, she just wanted his cock. 

She unbuttoned his pajama shirt and looked at his broad chest and his biceps. His body contrasted beautifully with the soft shirt and even that was turning her on. Appearance was everything but under it was a sexy, wild man. 

They kissed again over and over, Ines straddling his hips, grinding against his erection. She was so turned on but even when The Marquis moved her panties to the side to touch her sensually she couldn't stop thinking about one question. She pulled away from him a little which made Vincent look at her confused.

“Did you take or give?” 

Vincent didn't understand at all and looked even more confused. 

“I guess you slept with your ex. Did he fuck you in the ass?” 

Ines furrowed her brows when she saw how offended Vincent got. She just wondered. Or maybe it would be a little hot if he had? 

“Did you just ask me if I…” he looked at her still as offended. 

“What? It's not a big deal. I've had anal sex too. It wasn't pleasant but that's another story.”

Vincent pushed her away from his lap and shook his head in disbelief. 

“I guess that means you didn't? You seem offended…” Ines felt nervous now, it felt like she had maybe said something stupid. Vincent stood up from the bed, still without a shirt. He didn't say anything, instead he walked out of the room slowly. Ines looked after him with pain in her stomach. She hadn't expected that it would be so sensitive. To her surprise he came into the room again, but with a glass of an amber colored spirit. 

“You know that you're the most annoying girl ever, right?” he said and sat down in bed again. 

“Yeah?” She answered and smiled nervously. He looked at her while taking a sip of his drink. 

“If I tell you… My story, will something between us change then? Is it something you can't handle to hear?” He looked at her with big eyes and when Ines looked closely she could see there was worry in them. He really had some sort of feelings for her. 

“Maybe rape?” She said honestly. He showed himself vulnerable so she had no reason to lie. 

“I have never done such a thing. I promise,” he said sincerely while looking into her eyes. “The only woman I have hurt is my mom but she was worth it.” 

Ines laughed low and crawled closer to his side. Vincent laid his arm around her shoulders and took a deep breath before he started to talk.

××× 

Vincent didn't understand at all why his parents left France. They moved to his relatives in New Orleans, his poor, trashy relatives. He looked at them with distaste, even if he was just eleven years old, and looked down at them like they were vermin in his life. In France, his life had been totally different; his mother came from a noble family, and he learned at four years of age to eat escargot, with pincers and all. His grandparents thought it was amazing but also a bit funny that he showed more class than both their kids—his mother and uncle. He was a natural. Early in his life, he stopped playing games like normal kids and instead focused on what he noticed his grandparents seemed to think was important: culture, food, politics, history, and how they looked. He was born to live like the rich, but his parents had other plans. 

Vincent hadn't thought about who would inherit after his grandparents and had a naive belief that he would be able to continue his luxury life. There was nothing else for him. Money and luxury were the grounds he was standing on. The day both his grandparents had died, the family realized there was just one person who would inherit everything: Vincent's uncle. He was older than his mom, was a man, and had more class. His mother had chosen a man from a simple background, a dentist without his own practice. Vincent was ashamed of his father, the peasant, even if he hadn't been alive without him. He wished his mother could find someone else, but she chose to stay with him and rip away everything that was important for the eleven-year-old Vincent: money, good food, and pricey wine. They destroyed his life and moved to his father's home country. USA. The land of tastelessness and hydrogenated fat. He was sure he wouldn't survive. 

His parents became middle-class and believed they could spoil him with soda and chips. They seem to believe the American lifestyle would fit an eleven-year-old boy better, but Vincent looked at everything with distaste. His family, relatives, and everything around him. He dreamed about champagne and oysters. He wished for hand-tailored suits and cufflinks in platinum. 

Even if he felt like a prince lost in a garbage dump, he succeeded in charming most people around him. He knew he had the looks for it, the manners, but also the intelligence. It was known in the area that he was an unusually smart boy, an unusually well-mannered boy. He was the golden boy, so golden neighbors bragged about him, even if they just met him once or twice. Females were especially weak for him, and even he thought it was weird how grown women wanted to be around him, a thirteen-year-old boy. It was also how he got money. They gave him money just to listen to their problems. They gave him liquor to make him stay longer. He thought it went well for him until he noticed a group of people who would give him even more money: men in “not so functional straight relationships." He knew it was strange, and many would have looked at him as a victim, but he never saw himself as a victim. He was not the type. 

He probably earned more money as a boy courtesan than his mother did as a social worker, and he spent it all on himself. It was the day his father came home in anger after hearing a rumor about his son selling his body to rich men Vincent killed both of his parents. He hadn't planned it, but seeing his father throw out his Louis Vuitton bags on the floor, spilling out his YSL perfumes, and digging in his jewelry box, he had enough. They were so disrespectful and also so below him that he needed to get rid of them. So why not do it in a fun way? That night, he snuck into their room, tied them to the bed, gagged them, and gave them a hammer hit for everything they had taken from him. Bourgogne wines, seafood, belts in real leather, a good hairdresser, watching polo... The list was long, so their bodies looked more like minced meat when he was done. He looked at his craft in excitement. It felt like a great accomplishment, maybe even an artwork. He wished he could take a picture of it and show people, but he knew no one would understand. People around him were way too unintelligent to understand it.

××× 

Vincent had pulled her up in his lap and held her face and kissed her deeply. He made a sound of pleasure and kissed her again.

“But you understand, right? It looked like a blood red butterfly, a meaty, powerful butterfly. And it was what they were. Finally they were there they should be, you know? Their kill was the most beautiful thing in their lives,” he said with wonder in his voice. Ines giggled. 

“You sound like a psycho!” 

Vincent looked at her and licked his lips. 

“Noo… I just know my art.” 

Ines shook her head in amusement and kissed his lips again. 

“But what happened after that?” 

Vincent leaned back against the headboard and looked around dreamily. 

“I went to one of the rich men and then I had my alibi. Not like he dared to say something else. He was fifty years old hanging around with a fourteen year old boy. Better they believed I was there as his literature student than telling the cops I was there getting drunk on cognac and showing off in his pool. Everyone was on my side anyway. I was the golden child.” 

Ines dragged her hands through his hair. She wasn't surprised. He had that aura that made him feel like the most valuable thing, person in the room. 

“And then?” She asked. 

××× 

Everyone felt sorry for him. He was an orphan. Several people offered to help him and open their homes for him, but Vincent knew where he wanted to be. He wanted to go back to France. He had his uncle there. Social service thought he should live with his father's cousin, but Vincent handled that situation with crocodile tears and an accusation of abuse. He got what he wanted, what he had planned, and moved in with his uncle and his family in their castle. They still had his grandparents estate, but the family didn't want to live with the elderly couple’s old things and bought a castle for the inherited money. Vincent loved it. All the big rooms, the light, but mostly the soft rugs that were in every room. He could spend a whole day just digging his toes into the rugs. He was happy there. He could live as he wanted again. He didn't need to dress up for pathetic old men but instead did it for the other young socialites. He met his first girlfriend that way, but then there was also the young man who would change his life. Mael. His father was a sponsor of several politicians, and when they got power, they paid him back from the state's treasury. Vincent admired the father, but it was the son who created lust in him.  

×××

“But seriously, now, can't you just answer if you take or give?” Ines pleaded and dragged her fingers over his shoulders. She still sat over him. Vincent looked at her tiredly. 

“It depends on the person,” he said, just to please her. Ines nodded a little. 

“And Mael..? 

“Both. Okay?” 

Ines smiled in excitement and then giggled. She couldn't hold it in. 

“Is it weird I think that's hot?”

Vincent now smirked at her pointedly. 

“You're a filthy girl, so...” 

She smiled teasingly, and he smiled back in a similar way. Both of them reached out to each other so their tongues could meet. Ines pulled away again in a flirty way, but continued her nosy questions. 

“Is it Mael I will kill?” 

“Mael died a long time ago... So no,” said Vincent, looking around in the room. It felt like he didn't want to look at her. She hadn't felt before when he talked that Mael was such a loaded subject, but now it felt like a minefield. They were quiet for a while, with Vincent dragging his hands over her thighs with a low gaze until he spoke again.

“Should I continue to tell you?” 

Ines nodded eagerly.  

××× 

Vincent didn't get what he had wished for on his eighteenth birthday. He had hoped for a car or a trip, but instead his uncle said goodbye. He was grown up now and could leave their home. He knew his uncle didn't like him very much because he always made him look bad. He could talk about politics, history, and art in a relaxed and confident manner, while his uncle pretended to know. Vincent couldn't stop himself from correcting the older man and making the other socialites laugh at him. Vincent laughed too, like he was the man of the house making fun of the servant. His uncle wanted to get rid of him now, when he could. Finally, he could throw the boy out. 

Vincent’s ground tumbled under his feet again, and suddenly he stood homeless and penniless on the street. Maybe he could have treated his uncle and family better, but he was never mean; he was just more sophisticated than them. That they sat on the money was a stupid mistake from his grandparents; it was he who could make their family name flourish and not buy a castle and let the family estate decay. 

Lucky for Vincent, he had a rich boyfriend. Mael was kind, beautiful, and caring. A man to trust. He was the same age as himself, but instead of getting kicked out into homelessness, his parents gave him a luxury apartment in central Paris as an eighteenth birthday gift. An apartment big enough for them both. They didn't know if people understood they were a couple, but they didn't really care. No one said anything about it, and if people want to believe they lived together as two buddies, they could believe that. That they shared a bed and let each other in as close as possible was not anyone else's business. 

Still, Vincent wasn't pleased. Mael took care of him in every way, but Vincent walked around in annoyance because of the emptiness in his chest. He needed more. He needed what his parents gave him. Their lives and blood. The only thing that could make him sleep was the image of the fleshy butterfly. Its beautiful scarlet color and the satisfaction it gave him. The feeling of pumping power into his veins. 

Mael started to talk about his father's plan for him one day. He hadn't shared it before, probably because he was afraid of hurting Vincent, but their relationship had started to fade. He didn't seem to have such a big interest in closeness and seemed restless and trapped in his modern apartment. 

Mael’s father wanted to send him away for some sort of education to become a soldier in a special group of the army. It was not only the fancier group but also the group with more interesting jobs. Guard the premiere minister, be a spy in Russia, or do secret operations in the Middle East. Mael had started to think about it, but he hadn't expected Vincent's eyes to become even bigger and rounder. Mael believed he saw a chance to get an important job that could connect him to the socialites again, but Vincent just felt the butterflies wet wings around him. The smell of metal and death. 

××× 

“Was it there that the thing with your back happened?” Ines asked softly and dragged her hands over his waist, back to his sensitive back. Vincent looked at her a bit surprised that she understood that. 

“Yeah. I got the most physical jobs because… I was good at it while Mael…” Vincent looked down but nothing of his manners gave away sadness, he masked it so well. “He couldn't handle it. We were in Somalia, searching for someone together. The mayors saw us as best friends so they let us work together, but also because he was weak but also rich while I was strong.” 

Vincent continued to talk neutrally about his young love and Ines couldn't really say if he was upset over his death or not. He even sounded a bit condescending when he called the young man weak. 

“He got a panic attack while we talked with some guys and started to wave with his weapon and they started to shoot. That weak boy died at once while I survived but with my back all messed up and without a job. No one wants a soldier who can't run.” He looked at her with an empty gaze but she could see a sadness sweep by when he talked about his back. He seemed more upset over his back than Mael. His first love. Ines dragged her fingers through his soft hair and inspected his cold expression. 

“Are you not sad? For Mael?” 

Vincent looked around in the room but his expression was still unreadable. “I was. But now he's dead and I'm not. It was fun while it lasted.” He leaned back and took his glass with the amber colored drink and took a sip. He looked elegant and calm even if he was without a shirt and talked about the death of a loved one. She looked at him a bit worried. She wondered if he maybe lied to himself and hadn't gotten over Mael or if he maybe didn't know what real love was. It wouldn't surprise her. 

“But-” she wanted to ask what happened when he once again stood outside of the social elite but his phone rang on the night stand and he took it in his big hand. He looked at the name for a few seconds and bit his lip then he answered in french. Ines, who still sat over him, could clearly hear the male voice from the phone.

“Bonsoir ma chérie, je te manque?” 

× 

[createdbychristy]

Pleasantview Reimagined: Brandi Broke

These Family sims continue to surprise me... Brandi is a primary Popularity aspiration and secondary Romance based on @belladovah's calculator.

She is an Aquarius with a "true" hobby of Arts & Crafts. Since she has 0 interest in work, and maxed interest in fashion, I thought it made sense to have her sew clothes (honoring her hobby) and sell them to make money. Brandi doesn't seem like a gal who's cut out for a typical career. I set her lifetime want as "Have 20 Simultaneous Best Friends" because she strikes me as a wannabe "it" girl (with being so close to becoming friends with the Caliente sisters at the start of the game) and this is actually achievable with her meeting so many people via her boutique business.

I always have Brandi have lots of babies and settle down so this really shakes things up for me!

My new description of her: "Brandi has given a lot to raise her children, and now wants to give herself a new life. She may not have a lot of money, or any desire to go into a career for that matter... but she does have a lot of passion - a passion for FASHION. She enjoys sewing, so why couldn't she start her own boutique with her own clothes? It's time to enjoy the finer things in life - a whole lot of friends, and maybe a whole lot of lovers too..."

Check out the first round of this family on my YouTube!

[cawthorntales]

Top pic: Carson Strangelove.

Carson small info blurb: Carson is the oldest of the twins. He has always hated small town live and longed for the city. He never understood why his famous parents decided to stay in a small town when they had money and fame for city life. He is obsessed with the finer things. Money and materialist things make him happy.

He's never been good with people. He cares about his family, but he's never been good at talking to them or expressing himself and to be honest he has never cared to try. As soon as he was old enough he left home for the city. It is rare for his family to hear from him or even see him and they have gone four years without hearing from him. He is always to busy to come home and make time for them. He also doesn't believe in wasting his time looking love and has never tried to find someone. That's time he could spend making money or shopping at a boutique. Will he find someone to make him change his ways?

Heir: No

Available for someone to take and use in their story or legacy? Yes.

~~

Bottom pic: Benjamin Strangelove

Benjamin small info blurb: Ben is the total opposite of his twin. He is always there for those he loves. His family and his friends. He's a people person through and through and in high school he was the life of the party. If someone was throwing a party he was there. He doesn't know what he wants to do with his life yet. He tried over the years to get his twin to do better when it came to family time but gave up once they were sixteen. Accepting that his brother valued objects over people. Will Alexander find someone?

Heir: No

Available for someone to take and use in their story or legacy? Yes.

~~

Both of them got a lot of their looks from their dad. Neither are heir so if anyone would like to adopt one of them so they don't just get neglected in my story let me know.

[lalamines]

[Fairy Wings] - shimmer and dazzle in your new boutique threads! And what’s this… it seems they’ve some interesting accessories to choose from as well, the likes of which may be more functional than you initially thought. Soar!

Running a hand over the shimmering gowns in the boutique, Ingrid felt as though she had been plunged into freezing water. She was utterly out of her element here, the beautiful clothes and accessories hanging from the walls and delicate mannequins seeming to glow like stars, finer than anything she had ever owned. Her hand hovered over a pair of gossamer wings. They were clover green, and although she still didn’t know much about fashion, she was certain they would compliment her eyes. And that was usually pretty, wasn’t it? Ingrid turned to the girl next to her, holding up the wings, too focused on wanting a second opinion to notice the way gold threads seemed to snake and curl across the gauzy surface as though they were alive. She didn’t even notice the slight flutter of the wings, as though the wings had a mind of their own. “What do you think?” She asked. “Would these look nice?”

"Oh Ingrid, I think they're perfect," Mercedes gushes, taking one of Ingrid's hands in her own and squeezing with glee. It wasn't everyday that her friend would consent to indulging in fashion with her, and Mercedes was certain to savour the moment. "They're beautiful, just like you are!"

Upon the necklace of vines a vivid, amaranthine flower buds and blooms.

A natural green, reminiscent of forest verdure that matches Ingrid's eyes perfectly. Golden threads slowly drawing patterns upon gossamer, as fair and flaxen as her hair. For all her protests to the contrary, it seemed Ingrid had an eye for these things after all. So much so she probably didn't need Mercedes here at all, although she was very grateful to be invited along.

Hand in hand, Mercedes beams at her friend. An idea strikes.

"You can fly now, right? Would you take me to the skies with you? I've always wanted to see the world the way you do in flight."

[carbonateddelusion]

PLEASE RAMBLE MORE IF YOU HAVE MORE THOUGHTS 🤲

OOOGH okay. I think!! Orange. she came from a middle class family... not "I have 5 bedrooms and a study" middle class, but "I have a piano and a boat" middle class. her parents were both VERY affectionate with her and she was taught Mandarin from a young age so she's bilingual. Orange had a little bit of a tough time in school, being pretty bright but reserved and blunt attracted some negative attention. she knew how to stand up for herself, but that didn't make the situation suck any less. that's part of why she decided she wanted to bulk up when she got older. I think she was on the chubby side as a teen :] she's also in college rn as she's pursuing her career as a boutique owner.... she's the kind of person who grew up sewing little booties, dresses, pants, etc. for all of her dolls and handing out some for her friends' toys, too.

Green!! was pretty sickly as a child... and that childhood illness gave him a permanent leg injury that he uses his cane to compensate for. he actually had a kinda similar upbringing to Edgar tbh- they're the oldest of MANY children, come from very wealthy families, and were put into the position to take over their parents' businesses when they got older. I think it's interesting, the fact that Green followed through with it and Eddie didn't, but tbh Green also had parents that were much, much nicer. anyway! he had a few friends when he was little but not many. most of them were the children of family friends- other wealthy people mostly. being no longer able to jump and play as aggressively as he had before was a challenge for him, but he found his own ways to have fun without risking injury and his friends accomodated for the most part, relatively speaking. in my mind he's in his 50s or 60s so I mean it was good for the time he grew up in, maybe not to the standards of today.

Yellow... he grew up kinda spoiled- he's a big daddy's boy. it was very clear from a young age that he enjoyed The Finer Things In Life, and his folks tried to give him that to the best of their abilities. he's appreciative of it, he just doesn't know how to show it. but anyway. it was also apparent that he wasn't the kind to rough house or play ball. he enrolled in his city (and then school's) theater program as soon as possible, and I wouldn't say he necessarily was a NATURAL. but he had fun! and it made him want to pursue it full time when he got older.

[wisteriashq]

Evangelina “Evie” Sanchez is a fiery and vivacious resident of Wisteria Lane, known for her glamorous style, sharp wit, and larger-than-life personality. Born and raised in the bustling streets of Miami, Evie has always been accustomed to the finer things in life, but her journey to suburban bliss has been anything but smooth.

With her luscious brunette locks, olive skin, and sultry brown eyes, Evie exudes an exotic beauty that captivates everyone she meets. She has a statuesque figure and impeccable fashion sense, always dressed to the nines in the latest designer ensembles.

Evie is a force to be reckoned with – confident, ambitious, and unapologetically glamorous. She's not one to mince words, often speaking her mind with brutal honesty and cutting sarcasm. Despite her tough exterior, Evie possesses a fiercely loyal heart, fiercely protective of her loved ones and willing to do whatever it takes to ensure their happiness.

A former model turned successful businesswoman, Evie has made a name for herself in the world of fashion and beauty. Her boutique, "La Belleza," is a local hotspot for the latest trends and must-have accessories, attracting clients from all walks of life with its unique blend of sophistication and style.

Evie’s husband, Alejandro, is a charming and charismatic businessman with a mysterious past that continues to haunt their marriage. Despite their tumultuous relationship, Evie remains fiercely loyal to Alejandro, standing by his side through thick and thin. Together, they navigate the ups and downs of marriage, weathering storms both literal and metaphorical.

As Evie navigates the highs and lows of suburban life on Wisteria Lane, she finds herself embroiled in a series of scandals, secrets, and steamy love affairs. From clandestine rendezvous to heated confrontations, Evie’s journey is anything but ordinary, but through it all, she'll learn that true happiness lies not in wealth or status, but in the love and laughter of those closest to her.

[richbornladiesbag]

Luxury Redefined: Richborn Ladies Sling Bag

In the world of fashion, few accessories are as iconic and versatile as the handbag. It's not just a mere carrier of belongings; it's a statement piece, a reflection of personal style, and a symbol of status. Among the plethora of handbags that grace the shelves of boutiques and online stores, one name stands out for its unparalleled blend of luxury, elegance, and functionality - the Richborn Ladies Sling Bag.

Craftsmanship Beyond Compare

At first glance, the Richborn Ladies Sling Bag captivates with its exquisite craftsmanship and attention to detail. Every stitch, every fold, every embellishment speaks volumes about the dedication and expertise of the artisans behind its creation. Crafted from the finest quality materials, including premium leather and high-grade hardware, this bag exudes opulence from every angle.

Elegance Personified

What sets the Richborn Ladies Sling Bag apart is its timeless elegance. Unlike trendy accessories that fade with the seasons, this bag transcends passing fads, making it a worthy investment for the discerning fashionista. Its sleek silhouette and minimalist design make it the perfect companion for any occasion, whether it's a formal soirée or a casual outing with friends.

Versatility Redefined

One of the most remarkable features of the Richborn Ladies Sling Bag is its versatility. Equipped with multiple compartments and pockets, it offers ample space for all your essentials without compromising on style. The adjustable sling strap allows for effortless customization, ensuring maximum comfort whether you wear it crossbody or over the shoulder. From running errands to jet-setting across the globe, this bag adapts to your ever-changing lifestyle with ease.

Uncompromising Quality

Quality is the cornerstone of the Richborn brand, and the Ladies Sling Bag is no exception. Rigorous quality control measures are implemented at every stage of production to ensure that each bag meets the highest standards of excellence. From the selection of materials to the final finishing touches, every aspect of the manufacturing process is scrutinized to guarantee unmatched durability and longevity.

A Symbol of Status

Owning a Richborn Ladies Sling Bag isn't just about possessing a fashion accessory; it's about joining an elite league of individuals who appreciate the finer things in life. With its prestigious brand heritage and coveted status symbol, this bag is a testament to your discerning taste and refined sensibilities. It's not just a bag; it's a statement of who you are and what you stand for.

Conclusion

In a world inundated with fashion choices, the Richborn Ladies Sling Bag stands out as a beacon of luxury, elegance, and sophistication. From its impeccable craftsmanship to its timeless design, every aspect of this bag exudes unparalleled quality and style. Whether you're a seasoned fashion aficionado or someone looking to elevate their wardrobe, the Richborn Ladies Sling Bag is the ultimate accessory that promises to elevate your look and make a lasting impression wherever you go.

[developerwith1]

Versatile Elegance: DIOR's Black Aqua Bottle

In a fusion of functionality and haute couture, DIOR's Black Aqua Bottle emerges as a quintessential accessory for anyone with a taste for luxury and a lifestyle on the go. This isn't just any water bottle—it's a statement. Crafted with the impeccable design aesthetics you expect from DIOR, this DIOR bottle blends seamlessly into the fabric of daily life, whether at the gym, in the office, or on a casual stroll through the city.

Unveiling DIOR's Black Aqua Bottle

The DIOR Black Aqua Bottle isn't just about holding water; it's about holding onto style while doing so. With its sleek, matte black finish and the iconic DIOR logo, it's clear that this bottle is designed for those who appreciate finer details and superior quality.

The Design Philosophy of DIOR

At DIOR, design goes beyond appearance—it’s about integrating form with function. The Black Aqua Bottle is designed not only to look beautiful but to enhance the user's lifestyle, proving that practical items can also be luxurious.

Craftsmanship and Materials

Constructed from premium, durable materials, the DIOR bottle is both a robust and refined choice. It's designed to withstand the rigors of daily use while maintaining its aesthetic appeal.

Ergonomic Design and User Experience

DIOR understands that comfort in use is as important as visual appeal. The bottle’s design features an ergonomic grip that makes it easy to carry, and a secure cap that ensures no-spill confidence.

Styling with the DIOR Bottle

Whether you're wearing workout gear or a business suit, the DIOR Black Aqua Bottle fits right in. Its understated elegance makes it a versatile accessory that complements any outfit.

Environmental Impact and Sustainability

Using the DIOR bottle is a statement of environmental responsibility. Reusable and chic, it encourages reducing single-use plastic consumption, aligning luxury with sustainability.

Perfect for Every Occasion

From boardroom meetings to weekend getaways, the DIOR bottle is suitable for any event. Its design ensures that it is always appropriate, reflecting a lifestyle that values health and style equally.

Hydration with a Touch of Luxury

Drinking water is a daily necessity, and DIOR turns it into a luxurious experience. This bottle makes each sip a reminder of the finer things in life, ensuring you’re hydrated and stylish.

Where to Purchase the DIOR Black Aqua Bottle

Available exclusively through DIOR boutiques and select high-end retailers, this bottle can also be ordered from DIOR’s official website, ensuring authenticity with every purchase.

Caring for Your Designer Bottle

Maintaining the pristine condition of your DIOR bottle involves simple care—rinse with warm water, use a soft cleaning cloth, and avoid harsh detergents to keep it looking as good as new.

Comparative Analysis With Other Luxury Bottles

While the market boasts many luxury bottles, few can match the DIOR for its blend of style, functionality, and prestige. It stands as a testament to DIOR's commitment to quality and design excellence.

Celebrity and Influencer Endorsements

Endorsed by celebrities and loved by influencers, the DIOR Black Aqua Bottle often appears in the hands of those setting trends, further solidifying its status as a must-have accessory.

Customer Reviews: What They Say About DIOR

User testimonials often highlight the bottle's perfect balance between elegance and practicality, noting its durability and how it complements an active, fashionable lifestyle.

Conclusion

The DIOR Black Aqua Bottle is more than just a vessel for your drinks; it's a versatile and stylish accessory that elevates the simple act of hydration to an art form. It perfectly embodies DIOR's ethos of blending fashion with function, making it a must-have for anyone who believes that even their everyday essentials should reflect their sense of style and appreciation for luxury. Whether at a yoga class or in a corporate boardroom, this DIOR bottle ensures you keep up with your hydration in impeccable style

[luxuryconsignmentt]

Exploring the Timeless Elegance of Lady Dior and Hermes Birkin Bags in Australia

In the realm of luxury fashion, few accessories hold as much allure and prestige as the iconic Lady Dior and Hermes Birkin bags. Coveted by fashion enthusiasts and collectors alike, these handbags symbolize sophistication, craftsmanship, and timeless style. In Australia, where discerning fashion aficionados appreciate quality and elegance, the allure of these iconic bags is particularly strong. Let's delve into the world of Lady Dior and Hermes Birkin bags in the Australian context, exploring their designs, prices, and the enduring appeal they hold for fashion-conscious individuals.

Lady Dior bag Australia

The Lady Dior bag, with its distinctive quilted pattern and dangling charms, is a true emblem of French luxury. Originally created in 1995 and famously carried by Princess Diana, it has since become a symbol of elegance and grace. In Australia, the Lady Dior bag holds a special place in the hearts of fashion enthusiasts, who appreciate its classic silhouette and impeccable craftsmanship.

lady Dior bag price Australia

When it comes to purchasing a Lady Dior bag in Australia, there are several factors to consider, including availability and price. While these bags are available at select luxury boutiques and department stores across the country, they are often in high demand, making them coveted items among fashion-conscious Australians.

As for the price of a Lady Dior bag in Australia, it can vary depending on factors such as size, material, and embellishments. Generally, prices start at several thousand dollars and can go up significantly for limited edition or exotic leather versions. Despite the hefty price tag, owning a Lady Dior bag is seen as an investment in timeless style and craftsmanship, making it a coveted accessory for discerning individuals across Australia.

Hermes Birkin Australia

No discussion of iconic handbags would be complete without mentioning the Hermes Birkin bag. Named after the actress and singer Jane Birkin, this legendary accessory is synonymous with exclusivity and luxury. Handcrafted by skilled artisans using the finest materials, each Birkin bag is a work of art, coveted by fashionistas and collectors worldwide.

In Australia, the allure of the Hermes Birkin bag is undeniable. From Sydney to Melbourne, discerning individuals seek out these coveted accessories, eager to add a touch of luxury to their wardrobe. However, acquiring a Birkin bag in Australia is no easy feat, as demand often exceeds supply, leading to long waiting lists and fierce competition among buyers.

Hermes Birkin bag Australia

When it comes to the price of a Hermes Birkin bag in Australia, it's not uncommon for these coveted accessories to command prices in the tens of thousands of dollars. Factors such as size, material, and hardware can significantly influence the price, with rare and exotic versions fetching even higher sums. Despite the steep price tag, owning a Birkin bag is considered a status symbol and a testament to one's discerning taste and appreciation for the finer things in life.

In Australia, where discerning individuals appreciate quality, craftsmanship, and timeless style, the allure of Lady Dior and Hermes Birkin bags remains as strong as ever. From the classic elegance of the Lady Dior to the exclusive luxury of the Hermes Birkin, these iconic accessories hold a special place in the hearts of fashion enthusiasts and collectors across the country. While the price of ownership may be steep, the timeless appeal and prestige associated with these legendary handbags make them worthy investments for those who value beauty, quality, and sophistication.

[tridelcondos]

The Next Chapter: New Condo Developments Shaping Mississauga's Lakeview District

In the vibrant tapestry of Mississauga's evolving urban landscape, the Lakeview District stands out as a beacon of transformation. Once known primarily for its industrial roots, this waterfront community is now witnessing a renaissance, with new condo developments reshaping its skyline and redefining the way residents experience urban living.

Nestled along the picturesque shores of Lake Ontario, the Lakeview District offers a unique blend of natural beauty and urban convenience. Its proximity to major transportation arteries, including the QEW and Highway 401, provides easy access to Toronto and beyond, making it an attractive destination for commuters and urban dwellers alike.

But it's not just the stunning views and convenient location that are drawing people to Lakeview. The area's revitalization efforts, spearheaded by innovative urban planning initiatives, have paved the way for a wave of new condo developments that are set to transform the neighborhood into a dynamic urban hub.

One such development is the eagerly anticipated Lakeview Village project, a master-planned community that promises to redefine waterfront living in Mississauga. Spanning over 177 acres of prime real estate, Lakeview Village will feature a mix of residential, commercial, and recreational spaces, including parks, trails, and public amenities.

At the heart of Lakeview Village lies the vision for sustainable, connected living. With a focus on green building practices and smart design principles, the development aims to minimize its environmental footprint while maximizing quality of life for its residents. From energy-efficient buildings to pedestrian-friendly streetscapes, every aspect of Lakeview Village is designed with sustainability and community in mind.

But Lakeview Village is just the beginning. Across the district, a host of other condo developments are in the works, each adding its own unique flair to the neighborhood's evolving skyline. From sleek, modern towers to boutique residences with panoramic lake views, these new developments cater to a diverse range of tastes and lifestyles.

One notable project is the TANU Condos, a contemporary condominium community that epitomizes urban sophistication. Boasting luxurious amenities and sleek, minimalist design, TANU offers a refined urban living experience for those who appreciate the finer things in life.

Meanwhile, the Brightwater Condos offer a more relaxed, resort-style atmosphere, with waterfront living at its finest. Set amidst lush greenery and scenic vistas, Brightwater promises a tranquil retreat from the hustle and bustle of city life, while still providing easy access to urban conveniences.

As these new condo developments take shape, they are not only reshaping the physical landscape of the Lakeview District but also fostering a sense of community and belonging among residents. With shared amenities, communal spaces, and a vibrant mix of retail and dining options, these developments are creating opportunities for connection and interaction, turning the Lakeview District into more than just a place to live, but a true community to call home.

In the next chapter of Mississauga's urban evolution, the Lakeview District is poised to take center stage. With its mix of modern amenities, natural beauty, and sustainable design, this waterfront community is redefining the way we think about urban living.mississauga lakeview new condos, the future of Lakeview looks brighter than ever before.

[porhomme21]

Exploring the Fusion of Luxury and Fashion: Porhomme's Unique Offerings

Looking to add a touch of luxury to your life without breaking the bank? Whether you're cruising through the city streets or hitting the open road, there's something undeniably exhilarating about the combination of fashion and horsepower. And at Porhomme, your go-to destination for all things fashion and luxury, we understand the thrill of the chase. So, let's explore the perfect fusion of style and speed with the best sports cars under 20k.

Mazda MX-5 Miata: Known for its agile handling and timeless design, the Mazda MX-5 Miata is a true icon among sports cars. With a price tag comfortably under 20k, you can experience the joy of top-down driving without compromising on quality. Whether you're zipping through city streets or carving up winding roads, the MX-5 delivers a driving experience that's hard to beat.

Ford Mustang: The Ford Mustang is an American classic that needs no introduction. With its muscular looks and powerful performance, it's the epitome of the modern sports car. And with plenty of used options available for under 20k, you can own a piece of automotive history without breaking the bank. Whether you opt for the V6 or V8 engine, the Mustang offers a thrilling ride every time you hit the gas.

Now that we've covered the need for speed, let's shift gears and explore some of the luxury offerings available at Porhomme.

HQ Milton: For watch aficionados, HQ Milton is a must-visit destination. Specializing in vintage Rolex timepieces, this boutique offers a curated selection of iconic models that have stood the test of time. Whether you're in the market for a Submariner, Daytona, or Datejust, you'll find plenty to drool over at HQ Milton.

Vandal Les: When it comes to luxury streetwear, Vandal Les is in a league of its own. With its edgy aesthetic and premium materials, this brand effortlessly blends high fashion with urban influence. From graphic tees to statement outerwear, Vandal Les has everything you need to elevate your street style game.

2024 BMW: Redefining Automotive Excellence

The year 2024 marks a significant milestone for BMW enthusiasts worldwide. With each passing year, BMW has continued to push the boundaries of automotive engineering and design. In 2024, the anticipation peaks with the release of the much-awaited 2024 BMW models, including the illustrious M5.

Muji Soho: Where Minimalism Meets Urban Sophistication

In the heart of New York City's bustling Soho district lies a sanctuary for minimalists and design aficionados alike: Muji Soho. Since its inception, Muji has been synonymous with simplicity, functionality, and timeless elegance. In 2024, Muji Soho reaffirms its status as a beacon of contemporary style with its latest offerings.

Nestled amidst the iconic streets of New York, Muji Soho unveils its newest flagship store, captivating visitors with its signature blend of Japanese craftsmanship and urban sensibility. From meticulously curated home essentials to fashion-forward apparel, muji soho new york ny offers a curated selection that embodies the essence of modern living.

 

At Porhomme, we understand that true luxury is about more than just fashion—it's about embracing the finer things in life, whether that's a perfectly tailored suit or a thrilling sports car. So why not elevate your style and speed with one of these best sports cars under 20k? From the timeless appeal of the Mazda MX-5 Miata to the raw power of the Ford Mustang, there's something for every discerning driver. And with our curated selection of fashion and luxury brands, including HQ Milton, Vandal Les, and Alpha Por, you can be sure that you'll always make a statement, both on and off the road. So why wait? Visit Porhomme today and start your journey towards a life of style and sophistication.

In the ever-evolving realm of fashion and luxury, Porhomme stands out as a beacon of sophistication and style. With a keen eye for the avant-garde and a dedication to curating only the finest, Porhomme continually pushes the boundaries of what it means to be at the forefront of luxury fashion. Today, we delve into some of the latest offerings from this esteemed retailer, featuring a captivating blend of renowned brands and exclusive collaborations.

Kid Super:

Stepping into the world of streetwear, Kid Super brings an energetic and vibrant flair to Porhomme's lineup. With bold colors, dynamic patterns, and a youthful spirit, Kid Super injects a refreshing dose of creativity into every piece. From statement hoodies to eye-catching accessories, Kid Super's designs effortlessly capture the essence of urban chic.

Kindred Motorworks:

For those with a penchant for automotive excellence, Kindred Motorworks offers a glimpse into the world of bespoke craftsmanship. With meticulous attention to detail and a reverence for classic aesthetics, Kindred Motorworks redefines luxury through their custom-built creations. Each vehicle is a testament to the artistry and passion that drives the automotive industry forward.

Nias in Paris:

Embark on a sartorial journey with Nias in Paris, where elegance meets innovation. Renowned for their impeccable tailoring and sophisticated silhouettes, Nias in Paris embodies the essence of timeless luxury. From impeccably tailored suits to statement outerwear, each piece exudes an air of refinement and sophistication that is synonymous with Parisian style.

Rolls-Royce La Rose Noire Droptail:

Prepare to be captivated by the epitome of automotive luxury—the Rolls-Royce La Rose Noire Droptail. A masterpiece of engineering and design, this exclusive vehicle is a testament to Rolls-Royce's unwavering commitment to excellence. With its sleek lines, luxurious interiors, and unparalleled performance, the La Rose Noire Droptail sets the standard for automotive opulence.

Iron Man 2 Black Widow:

Channel your inner superhero with the Iron Man 2 Black Widow collection, inspired by the iconic character from the Marvel Cinematic Universe. Combining sleek design with a hint of edgy sophistication, this collection pays homage to one of the most beloved superheroes of all time. From statement apparel to collectible memorabilia, the Iron Man 2 Black Widow collection offers a unique opportunity to embody the spirit of adventure and heroism.

Jordan 38:

Step onto the court in style with the Jordan 38 collection, where performance meets unparalleled design. With its innovative features and cutting-edge technology, the Jordan 38 redefines what it means to be a basketball shoe. Whether you're a seasoned athlete or a casual enthusiast, the Jordan 38 promises to elevate your game to new heights.

In conclusion, Porhomme continues to redefine the landscape of fashion and luxury with its eclectic range of offerings. From streetwear staples to automotive marvels, each piece represents a harmonious fusion of style, craftsmanship, and innovation. With Porhomme as your guide, the journey towards sartorial excellence is as exhilarating as it is rewarding.