#he is sophisticated he is luxury he is sexy

[miss-conjayniality]

sugar baby heeseung (drabble)

word count: 372

warnings: dom fem!reader, sub!heeseung, age gap (reader is older than heeseung), aged up!reader, aged up!heeseung, themes of slight power dynamics

imagine sugar mommy!you and sugar baby!heeseung.

beneath your crisp, tailored, sophisticated ensembles is the most beautiful, luxurious lingerie ever. it makes you feel sexy, empowered, and good about yourself. heeseung is always so desperate to see it. whenever he looks at you, he sees a living goddess. to think that you’re hiding something so sinful underneath your beguiling outfits makes his brain scramble.

he’s madly in love with you. your physical beauty allured him, but your intelligent mind ensnared him. he loves having conversations about life with you. because you’re much older than him, he loves to hear what comes out of your wise, beautiful mind. just your mere presence is seductive to him.

he’s also highly into your money…..the way you went from rags to riches. the way you persevered through even the toughest of struggles life threw at you and with sheer strength and optimism. over time, you eventually felt a desire for a boytoy whom you could spoil and nurture your riches with all your heart….

that’s when heeseung entered the picture. the sexy 27-year-old who frequents the same coffee shop as you whenever you’re on break. that’s how you two met and since then, the rest is history. he is your pretty little prince. you love to dote on him, praise him and see how flustered he gets. you find it so adorable. his playful, impish mix of youthful charm and manly sensuality enthralls.

a fresh wad of cash sits in your hand and heeseung is highly aroused by the smell of it. you’re fully clothed, with your blazer unbuttoned to show a bit of your lacy lingerie.

heeseung is fully naked and bent over your lap, eager to take anything you give him. the wad of cash is caressed around his nose and then down his body. the power dynamic is indeed present, and it makes his cock harder than ever.

“you want mommy’s money? beg for it darling. show me how much of a filthy gold digging slut you are”

slapping his cock with a wad of cash, he winces at the sensation. “m-mistress…..I need it all so bad. I need both you and that cash. p-please I love you so much and will do anyth-”

you halt the dialogue by proceeding to spank his ass with the wad of cash and hearing those whorish moans of his, knowing that you’ll be depositing it into his bank account after this…..

ok yall i could TOTALLY see heeseung as a gold digging slut with a fetish for older women with money🙈🤭🥰and im OBSESSEDT with it

[ltash]

Sexy Spy

SimonGhostRileyxFemaleReader 'Oneshot' 6k words approx

Warnings: 18+, Smut, Hot sex, Noncon themed.

"Lost between duty and desire. Ghost decided to keep you for himself."

Laswell's voice echoed through the sound proof briefing room, each word laden with urgency and gravity. Ghost, Captain Price, Soap, and Gaz sat in attentive silence, their focus unwavering.

"We have a spy working for the ultranationalists," Laswell began, her tone brisk and commanding. "She's been invaluable to us, feeding us critical intel needed by the CIA. Tomorrow, she's reaching London. And tomorrow night, there's a grand auction at the Hilton. She'll be there."

Laswell's gaze swept over the team, her eyes sharp and unyielding. "Ghost, you'll pose as her security. This mission is non-negotiable. We need her at any cost, and we need her alive."

The room fell into a heavy silence as the significance of the mission settled over them. Ghost nodded, his expression hidden behind his signature mask but his determination palpable.

"We'll get it done," Price said, breaking the silence with his steady voice.

Laswell gave a curt nod, her eyes lingering on Ghost. "Make no mistakes. This operation is critical."

The night of the grand auction at the Hilton had finally arrived. Ghost stood by the entrance, blending seamlessly with the other security personnel. Dressed in black tactical pants, a fitted black t-shirt clinging to his broad and muscular chest, combat boots, and his signature skull-printed balaclava, he exuded an air of quiet menace. His weapon was secured in a thigh holster, and his eyes scanned the crowd meticulously, missing nothing.

The sound of car tires coming to a stop drew his attention. A sleek black limousine pulled up in front of the building. The rear door opened, and a woman stepped out. You wore a black silk backless gown that clung to your figure, accentuated by Louboutin pumps. Your long blonde hair cascaded down your back, and your milky white complexion shone under the hotel lights. At about five feet tall, you moved with an elegance that belied your stature.

Your small, beautiful face framed blue doe eyes that took in your surroundings with a mixture of caution and curiosity. As you climbed out of the limousine, your eyes met Ghost's. For a moment, time seemed to stand still. He gave a subtle nod, acknowledging your presence while maintaining his stoic demeanor.

You entered the hotel, and Ghost fell into step behind you, every sense on high alert. Tonight was crucial. He had to protect you at all costs and ensure that you safely delivered the valuable intel you carried.

The grand entrance of the hotel was a vision of opulence and luxury. Plush carpets muffled the sound of footsteps, while glittering chandeliers cast a warm, inviting glow over the scene. The gentle tinkle of champagne glasses filled the air, mingling with the hum of conversation. Guests gathered in elegant clusters, discussing everything from stocks to fashion trends. To Ghost, the place was a glorified shark tank-a breeding ground for treachery and deceit, hidden beneath a veneer of sophistication.

As you led the way through the gathering, every step was deliberate and poised. Your black silk gown flowed gracefully, drawing subtle admiring glances from those around you. Ghost stayed a few steps behind, a silent shadow, his eyes continuously scanning the crowd, never allowing the slightest vulnerability to show.

He noted every exit, every potential threat, his mind racing through scenarios and contingencies. The stakes were too high for any mistakes. His focus was absolute, his senses honed to a razor's edge. The mission was clear: protect you at all costs and ensure the safe transfer of the critical intel you carried.

Amid the dazzling display of wealth and power, the two of you moved with a purpose that set you apart. To the casual observer, you might have appeared as just another guest with her security detail. But to those who knew, to those who watched with a keener eye, the tension in the air was palpable. The game was on, and every step brought you closer to its deadly conclusion.

A woman in a silver evening gown approached you both, her friendly smile a mask that barely concealed her curiosity. Her eyes darted between you and Ghost, taking in every detail with keen interest.

"I don't believe we've met," she said, extending a manicured hand to you.

You accepted her hand with a polite smile, giving your cover name smoothly. "Pleasure to meet you. I'm Isabelle."

She nodded, her smile widening, but her eyes flickered with a hint of doubt. "And your charming companion?" she asked, her gaze shifting to Ghost.

Ghost maintained his composure, standing a few steps back, his presence a quiet but imposing force. His eyes remained fixed on the woman, a subtle hint of suspicion evident in his gaze. He didn't speak, letting you handle the conversation.

"This is my security detail," you said, your tone casual but firm. "He's here to ensure my safety tonight."

The woman in the silver gown nodded, her curiosity seemingly satisfied for the moment. "Of course. It's a pleasure to meet you both. Enjoy the auction."

With that, she moved on, disappearing into the crowd. Ghost watched her go, his senses still on high alert. The brief encounter had been innocuous enough, but in a place like this, every interaction could be a potential threat. He stepped closer to you, his voice low and steady.

"Stay close. We can't afford any surprises."

Ghost, ever vigilant, watched each interaction with a predator's intensity. His hand discreetly grazed the holstered weapon at his thigh, a silent reminder of the danger lurking beneath the facade of civility. He noted every glance, every subtle shift in the atmosphere, cataloging potential threats with a practiced eye.

As you approached the center of the ballroom, a grand display of rare artifacts and priceless items up for auction was revealed. The room's attention was momentarily drawn to the stage, where the auctioneer began his introductory remarks. This brief distraction allowed you and Ghost to scan the room more thoroughly, identifying key figures and possible exits.

In a far corner, Ghost spotted a group of men in tailored suits, their demeanor too casual, their eyes too sharp. He leaned in closer to you, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Three o'clock. Possible hostiles. Stay alert."

You subtly adjusted your position, angling yourself to keep them in your peripheral vision.

Ghost remained acutely attuned to their every move, his body taut and muscles coiled to react at a moment's notice. The auctioneer's voice suddenly rose, signaling the start of the bidding. The room's attention diverted to the stage once more, but the threat in the corner remained ever-present.

You took a deep breath, maintaining your composed exterior while mentally preparing for any sudden developments. Ghost's presence was a steady reassurance, his vigilance a shield against the potential dangers lurking in the opulent surroundings.

The bidding began, with attendees raising their paddles and engaging in spirited competition for the coveted items. Despite the seemingly innocuous proceedings, the atmosphere crackled with underlying tension. You and Ghost exchanged a brief glance, a silent confirmation of readiness.

As the auction continued, the men in the corner subtly shifted their positions, their focus intermittently returning to you. Ghost's hand brushed his weapon again, a silent reminder of his readiness to act. The mission was paramount, and every second counted.

Suddenly, one of the men stepped away from the group, making his way toward the bar. Ghost's eyes followed him closely, assessing the situation.

You didn't know you were wanted by both groups-those men in tailored suits and, shockingly, Ghost, your own security. The auction was flowing smoothly when the sudden explosion of flash grenades and smoke caused chaos. The air filled with shouts and the sharp cracks of gunfire. You ducked behind a table as people ran for their lives, panic spreading like wildfire.

Desperate, you spotted a large wooden door leading outside. The smoke was thick, making it hard to see, and your vision grew increasingly blurry. You gathered your gown in your hands and kicked off your heels, ready to make a run for it.

With the crowd surging around you, you hurried toward the elevator and anxiously pushed the button. The elevator doors opened, and you stepped inside, your heart pounding in your chest. As the doors began to close, a gloved hand shot out, stopping them. A figure stepped inside, towering over you. He was Ghost.

"Where'd ya think yer goin'?" he said in a thick British accent.

He leaned against the elevator wall, his large frame making the space feel even more claustrophobic. The skull-printed balaclava left his expression inscrutable, but his eyes remained fixed on you, the intensity of his gaze unmistakable.

Despite the initial shock of him stopping you, your mind raced to find a way out of this unexpected predicament. He stepped closer, his hulking presence filling the enclosed space.

"Trying to run, are we?" he murmured, his tone almost mocking.

You pressed yourself against the far wall, your breath quickening as he loomed over you. The urgency of the situation demanded quick thinking. Gathering your resolve, you decided to play along, hoping to find an opening.

"I didn't realize I was your target," you said, your voice steady despite the fear creeping in. "What do you want from me?"

He tilted his head slightly, his gaze never wavering. "It's not about what I want, love. It's about what you have. And what others want."

The elevator dinged, indicating you were nearing your floor. You glanced at the display, calculating the seconds you had left.

"I don't have anything," you said, trying to buy time. "I'm just trying to get out of here alive."

He smirked, stepping even closer, his presence overwhelming. "Nice try. But I know better. You're not getting away that easily."

Ghost was closing in, his imposing figure filling the small space of the elevator. His demeanor was that of a hunter closing in on his prey, his gaze locked on you. Despite your attempt to convince him you had nothing of value, his expression clearly indicated he didn't believe you.

He leaned in, his mask almost touching your face, his voice eerily calm. "You and I both know you're in possession of something valuable. Something worth all this chaos."

Your heart raced, the intensity of his presence almost suffocating. You knew you had to think fast, but the confined space and his relentless gaze made it hard to concentrate.

"I don't know what you're talking about," you said, your voice trembling slightly. "I'm just trying to survive this madness."

He tilted his head, eyes narrowing. "Lies won't help you now. Hand it over, and maybe you'll make it out of here alive."

You weighed your options, the elevator continuing its slow ascent. Realizing there was no easy way out, you decided to take a risk. With as much defiance as you could muster, you met his gaze directly.

"Even if I had something, why would I trust you?"

Ghost's eyes flashed with a mix of irritation and something else-respect? He straightened slightly, giving you a momentary reprieve from his oppressive presence.

"You don't have to trust me," he said. "But you should know, you're not the only one after it. And they won't be as... considerate as I am."

The elevator dinged again, signalling it was about to reach the top floor. Desperation gave you a burst of courage. As the doors slid open, you bolted, using every ounce of strength to propel yourself forward. Ghost was right behind you, but you managed to gain a few precious seconds.

The hallway stretched ahead, with doors on either side. You spotted a service stairwell and darted towards it, hoping to lose him in the maze of back corridors. You pushed through the door and began your frantic descent, Ghost's footsteps echoing ominously close behind.

Each step was a battle against fear and exhaustion, but you couldn't afford to stop. The valuable intel you carried was your only bargaining chip, and you needed to find a way out before it was too late.

Ghost's gaze turned hard as you bolted through the stairwell door, his footsteps thudding heavily on the metal steps as he pursued you down the narrow stairway. His pursuit was relentless, his long strides making up the distance between you with chilling ease.

The sound of his footsteps echoed off the concrete walls, the sound bouncing and distorting, creating an unnerving sense of claustrophobia. You kept running, your heart pounding, the adrenaline fueling your every step, yet Ghost remained right on your tail.

You had nowhere to go. The hallway ended abruptly, leaving you trapped with no escape. Your heart pounded in your chest, each beat a thunderous echo in the confined space. You stood there shuddering, your eyes wide with fear as Ghost approached, his steps slow and deliberate.

In his gloved hand, he held a small needle, fidgeting with it as he closed the distance between you. The glint of metal sent a shiver down your spine.

"There's no way out," he said, his voice low and menacing. "It's time to stop running."

You pressed yourself against the wall, desperately trying to think of a way to escape. The needle in his hand was a clear threat, and you had no doubt he intended to use it.

"Please," you said, your voice trembling. "I don't want any trouble. Just let me go."

Ghost's eyes narrowed behind his mask. "It's not that simple, love. You have something I need, and I'm not leaving without it."

As he stepped closer, you felt a surge of desperation. With nowhere to go, you knew you had to take a chance. Summoning every ounce of courage, you lunged forward, aiming to knock the needle from his hand.

Ghost reacted quickly, his reflexes sharp. He grabbed your wrist mid-air, his grip like iron. The needle clattered to the floor, but you were still trapped in his grasp.

"Nice try," he said, his voice cold. "But it's over."

Ghost's reflexes were astonishingly fast, his hand catching yours with an almost brutal force, his grip like an iron vice around your wrist. The needle lay abandoned on the floor, a silent testament to your failed attempt at escape.

His voice was cool and menacing as he spoke. "You've got spirit. I'll give you that."

He showed you another small needle, a dark chuckle escaping his throat. Your breath hitched in your throat, a primal instinct kicking in as you readied yourself to flee. In a desperate move, you kicked his shin. He recoiled, the momentary surprise giving you a glimmer of hope. You tried to slip past him, but it was too late.

In an instant, he grabbed you by your hair, the rough tug sending a jolt through your scalp. Before you could react, he pressed the needle to your delicate neck. The sharp sting pierced your skin, and a wave of panic washed over you. Whatever was in that syringe, you knew it wouldn't bode well for you.

Ghost's grip on your hair tightened, his hold strong and unyielding. "Nice try," he taunted, his voice laced with a cruel satisfaction. "But you're not going anywhere now."

As the numbing sensation spread through your body, your mind raced with possibilities. You had to think fast. Ghost's laughter echoed in your ears, but you couldn't let fear paralyze you. You had to find a way out, even as the darkness crept closer, threatening to engulf you.

Your vision began to blur, your body growing weak and unresponsive as the mysterious injection started to take effect. Ghost's laughter echoed in your ears, his amusement at your predicament adding to your growing despair. Yet, in the midst of your fading consciousness, a burning determination flickered within you.

The impact of your body falling against his was a stark reminder of your vulnerability. Your head buzzed with an almost electrical sensation, your pulse weaker, as the world around you started to spin and fade. You felt weakened, suffocated, as a whimper escaped your lips.

Ghost's body tensed briefly at your weight against him, but he quickly recovered, his grip on your hair still firm. He chuckled softly, a mockery of your current state.

Your body went completely limp against him, your once defiant stance now replaced by a state of utter defeat. Ghost chuckled softly, the sound of his mockery echoing in your ears.

Your head was lolling to the side, your vision still hazy and unfocused. In your weakened state, you remained completely at his mercy, your once determined spirit now quelled.

"What's happening to me? You whispered.

As you breathed out the question, Ghost chuckled softly, his voice a chilling murmur against your ear. "You're feeling the effects of the drug, love. It's meant to relax you, make you compliant."

His grip on your hair remained firm, holding you against him in a cruel mockery of comfort.

The world around you faded into oblivion as you succumbed to complete unconsciousness. Your body went completely limp, heavy in Ghost's arms. His grip on your hair lessened slightly as he adjusted his hold, ensuring he held you tight against him.

Ghost's expression, hidden behind his mask, revealed nothing of his thoughts as he continued to hold you close, your unconscious form a puppet in his grasp.

Ghost's eyes watched you intently as you sat up, the arch of your back gracefully arching in his direction. He remained sitting across from you, his gaze cool and unwavering. A soft whimper escaped your lips as your hand went to your neck, rubbing the place where the needle had pierced your skin.

Ghost leaned back slightly, his hands resting on his thighs as he observed your reaction. "You feeling better, love?" he asked, his voice a low murmur.

You looked daggers on him, eyes ignited with a fire ablaze.

"Where the hell am I?"

Ghost chuckled at the daggers you were throwing his way, your eyes filled with a defiant blaze. His gaze remained calm, his head slightly tilted as he responded.

"You're where I want you to be," he replied, his voice nonchalant. "Somewhere safe and secure."

"Fucking let me go now." Your tone raised.

Ghost's expression didn't change as your tone raised, his voice still maintaining a level of indifference. "Not happening, sweetheart," he said, his tone cool. "You're staying put until I say otherwise."

You reached inside your thigh holster, fingers brushing against the cool surface of the USB. With a swift motion, you threw it in his direction. Ghost caught it effortlessly, his brow arching in surprise.

"What's this?" he asked, a hint of curiosity mingling with his arrogance.

"It has all the intel you need. Now! Let me go," you demanded, urgency fueling your words. Your heart raced, hoping the gamble would pay off. Ghost examined the USB, a smirk creeping across his face.

"Intel, you say? And why would I let you go?" he replied, his gaze locking onto yours, weighing the risk and reward. You could see the wheels turning in his mind, and you knew you had to keep pushing.

Your heart raced, the gamble you had taken hanging in the balance. Ghost looked at the USB, his smirk widening as he considered your plight.

"You think this little flash drive is enough to buy your freedom?" he asked, his tone mocking, his gaze locked firmly onto yours.

"Just fucking let me go now!" you insisted, rising to your feet, your resolve hardening. The pain in your neck flared, but adrenaline surged through you, fueling your defiance.

Ghost regarded you with a mixture of amusement and irritation. "You're in no position to make demands," he replied, his grip still tight on the USB.

But you refused to back down. "I swear, if you don't-"

His laughter interrupted you, cutting through the tension. "You're brave, I'll give you that. But bravery doesn't change the reality of your situation.

"You can threaten all you want," Ghost continued, his voice laced with a dark chuckle. "But you're underestimating the situation you're in. You're out of options, love."

He took a step closer, closing the distance between you, his gaze piercing. "You can try to tough talk me, but it won't change the fact that I hold all the power here. And you, love, are at my mercy."

"Power is only as strong as the one who wields it," you shot back, your voice steady despite the fear gnawing at you. "And underestimating me could be your biggest mistake."

Ghost's smile widened at your response, his gaze flickering with a mix of arrogance and intrigue. "You're feisty," he mused. "I'll give you credit for that."

He took another step closer, looming over you, his presence overwhelming. "But don't mistake your determination for actual strength. I've seen plenty of feisty ones like you, each one thinking they could outwit or outplay me. But none of them got far."

You could feel the weight of his words, a warning wrapped in mockery. But you refused to let it deter you. "Every game has its rules, Ghost," you said, your voice firm. "And every player has a weakness. You might think you have control, but that can change in an instant."

Ghost chuckled darkly, his eyes narrowing behind his mask. "Oh, trust me love, I've heard it all before. You think you have me all figured out, huh? You think you can find my weakness, exploit it, and escape unscathed?"

He took another step forward, his body mere inches from yours, his presence an imposing wall in the dimly lit room. "You don't know a thing about me," he drawled. "And you're underestimating the lengths I'm willing to go to get what I want."

You flinched, your bravado slipping away as his proximity became too overwhelming. You took a step back, instinctively trying to create space, but he matched your movement, stepping closer each time. The distance between you shrank, the tension palpable in the dim room.

Your heart raced, a mix of fear and determination swirling within you. "Stay back," you warned, your voice steadier than you felt. But Ghost's presence was suffocating, and you could see the amusement dancing in his eyes as he relished your unease.

"Why so cautious?" he taunted, his tone almost playful. "You seem to think you have control here, but the reality is, I'm the one holding the cards."

Ghost's smirk widened at your attempt to maintain control. "Is that fear I see in your eyes, love?" he taunted, his voice a low, velvety rumble.

He took another step forward, closing the distance between you even more. "You can keep trying to play tough, but I can smell your fear. I can see the way your heart races, the way your breathing quickens. You're not as in control as you think."

Ghost's gaze fixated on the delicate arch of your neck, watching the pulse race beneath your skin. As your back hit the wall, he chuckled softly, his presence looming over you like a dark shadow.

"You're trapped, with no escape in sight," he murmured, his voice a chilling whisper. "Yet you deny fear. It's an interesting choice."

He took another step closer, trapping you against the wall, the heat of his body radiating against yours. "You can claim you're not afraid, but your trembling voice and quickening breath tells me otherwise."

You looked away, you were nervous, shuddering on his proximity. You had no courage to look into his eyes now.

His gloved hand gripped your chin firmly, forcing you to meet his gaze. His touch was firm, unyielding. "Look at me," he commanded, the demand leaving no room for disobedience.

As he placed his hand on the wall beside your head, trapping you completely, a sense of defeat washed over you. You were well and truly trapped now, at his mercy.

A whimper escaped your trembling lips, His hot breath grazing your skin like a sultry caress, your eyes grew hazy and half-lidded. The cat and mouse game had reached its conclusion.

He chuckled darkly, the sound sending a shiver down your spine. "Look at you, all trembling and vulnerable," he said, his voice a menacing whisper. "All mine to do with what I want."

His grip on your chin tightened at your silence. "I said, say yes," he hissed, his voice commanding, leaving no room for disobedience.

As he spoke, the power of his presence washed over you, making your heart race. You gasped, your voice a mere whisper. "Yes, Sir," you responded.

And there it was - the moment of submission, your quiet "yes, sir" surrendering control to his will.

You were done and dusted.

Ghost's mask inched upwards, revealing his sharp features, including the contour of his full lips. His lips brushed against yours, a teasing touch that sent heat coursing through you.

In a moment of surrender, he claimed your lips in a fierce and hungry kiss, as if a dam of pent-up longing had finally broken. Your tiny frame fit perfectly against him, your bodies molding together like two pieces of a puzzle.

You couldn't help but moan desperately into his mouth, as he consumed you completely.

He moved his lips down to the sensitive spots on your neck and shoulders, nipping and sucking with his sharp and demanding teeth. Your soft, erotic moans filled his room, a sound that fueled his desire and heightened his own burning need.

His strong arms held you tight against him, his body pressed firmly against yours as he continued to assault your exposed skin with his teeth, marking you as his.

His skilled hands made quick work of your gown straps, allowing the fabric to slip down your shoulders and pool around your feet, leaving you bare and exposed before him.

His gloved hands started caressing your soft mounds, his touch deliberate and experienced, the rough material of his gloves adding a thrilling sense of friction. Your whimper of pleasure filled the air as you arched into his touch. "Oh god," you gasped, your voice breathless.

With a swift and practiced move, Ghost took off his gloves, his hands now bare as he swiftly spun you around, pressing your back against the wall. His fingers dug into the softness of your hips, holding you firm in place.

His other hand tangled itself in your hair, gently arching your neck backward, exposing your sensitive skin to his touch. His warm breath tickled your ear as he nipped at your earlobe, making you shiver with anticipation.

You pleaded with him, your voice breathless and needy, "Please, have mercy on me!"

Ghost's grip on your hips tightened as he smirked, enjoying your desperation. He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of your ear, his voice a low, sultry whisper. "Mercy?" he mused, his words laced with a hint of mocking. "Where's the fun in that, love?"

His strong hand grasped both of your arms, holding them behind your back and trapping them in his grasp. Ghost's lips left a trail of hot kisses on the sensitive skin of your neck, his touch setting your body ablaze with need.

He whispered his question into your ear, his breath warm and sultry. "You like that, don't you?"

You responded obediently, your voice a breathless whisper. "Yes, Sir."

Ghost chuckled, a dark, satisfied sound in his chest. He pressed his body against yours, his grip on your wrists firm, his lips never leaving your neck.

"Good girl," he murmured, his voice deep and rough. "Such an obedient little thing, aren't you?"

He removed his black T-shirt, revealing the hard, taut muscles of his torso. He pressed his bare chest against your back, his arms wrapping around your body, holding you tightly against him.

You could feel the heat of his skin against yours and the undeniable hardness of his arousal pressed against your lower back, fueling the fire burning within you. Your mind was on the verge of madness, intoxicated by his presence and desperate for more.

His hand, now holding your chin, pulled your face toward his own, his lips meeting yours in a rough and passionate kiss. You could feel the intensity in his touch, the hunger and need in every movement.

As his hand slipped beneath your panties, fingers caressing your inner thighs, a gasp escaped your lips as his touch found the most sensitive spot. Your body trembled with pleasure.

He teased your bud in slow, deliberate circles, his fingers knowing exactly how to drive you crazy. His other hand, free from holding your chin, slowly slipped into the waistband of your panties, pulling them down until you were left completely exposed.

Your pleading moan filled the room, a desperate cry for release. "Ghost! Please," you pleaded, but he silenced your words with a deep, hungry kiss. He held you close, his fingers still teasing and playing with your sensitive bud, keeping you teetering on the edge of pleasure and torment.

You felt the cool leather of his belt as he unbuckled it, the sound sending a thrill down your spine. He then wrapped it around your wrists, binding them together with a firm but gentle grip.

He effortlessly pinned you down on the table, your body pressed by the nape of your neck. Your plea for gentleness fell on his ears, but there was a hint of mischief in his eyes. "Please be gentle," you whimpered.

"Where's the fun in that, love?" he chuckled darkly.

Your pleading voice filled the room, tears flowing from your eyes as you begged him to stop. "Please," you panted, your voice desperate. "You don't need to do this."

But his dark chuckle echoed in your ears as he held you pinned against the table, his rough hands undoing the zipper of his pants. He leaned in closer, his lips mere inches from your ear. "Oh but I do," he murmured. "I need this, and so do you."

He took out his cock and positioned himself at your entrance rubbing the tip gently on your folds teasing you more and more. Your hands were tied by the belt so you couldn't do anything now.

Your plea was swallowed by a moan as you felt him press against you from behind. His body was a wall of hardness and heat, trapping you in place. "Oh god," you whimpered, feeling him behind you, ready to take control.

You felt your walls stretch inch by inch. A gasp escaped your lips. Your body arched in pleasure. Sweat beads appeared at your back. The tentalizing yet painful stretch left you gasping for breath.

Your scream, a mixture of pain and pleasure, echoed through the room, filling the air with a sound of raw ecstasy. Your body trembled beneath his touch, the sensations overwhelming your senses.

Ghost held you down against the table, each rough movement and powerful thrust sending shockwaves through your body. Your moans and cries merged with his deep groans, as your hips were rammed into the table.

Your moan was like a prayer, a desperate plea for mercy. "Oh no," you whimpered, your voice a strangled gasp filled with ecstasy. The pleasure and pain blending together, leaving you completely in his control.

Your voice rose in a choked cry, your words a mix of pleading and ecstasy. "Oh please... oh no," you gasped, tears streaming from your wide, desperateeyes. Your body trembled helplessly under his relentless onslaught.

Your voice, strained and filled with aching desire, begged him, "Ghost, please! Oh, please, don't..." You could barely get the words out, the sensations coursing through you overwhelming. The pain and pleasure mixed together in a powerful frenzy, making you shake and moan incoherently.

He withdrew suddenly, gently turning you around and lifting you onto the table, his strong arms hoisting you in place. Your arms wrapped around his neck, holding on tightly as he pushed into you again. You cried out in ecstasy, the pleasure and intensity of the moment overwhelming you completely.

Your legs encircled his waist, drawing him closer. His breath came in ragged gasps, matching the intensity of each movement. As his teeth grazed your skin, sinking into your neck, his strong arms held your waist firmly. You surrendered completely, your head thrown back in ecstasy as he claimed you completely.

He leaned down, trapping you against the table, his arms pressed on either side of your head. Your body quivered, on the brink of release, as he moved inside you. Your legs were bent, helplessly at his mercy.

Ghost's forehead rested against yours, his breath hot and ragged as he demanded, "Look at me."

Your half-lidded eyes, filled with desire and ecstasy, struggled to meet his gaze. He grabbing your chin, his grip firm but gentle, as he repeated his command. "Look at me when I fuck you sweetheart," he instructed again.

Your teeth sinking into your lips, holding back the overwhelming pleasure until you could no longer resist. His voice, rough and commanding, sent you over the edge.

A loud scream ripped through the air as the coiled tension within you unravelled, your body convulsing and shuddering in his arms. You were completely undone, your body spent and sated in the throes of ecstasy.

You lay there, completely boneless, unable to move or even think straight. Ghost's head nuzzled into the sensitive arch of your neck, his breath hot against your skin. He released a guttural growl, his teeth sinking into your delicate flesh as he found his own release.

Panting, he pressed soft, tender kisses across your face, his touch gentle and tender.

Your voice, a soft whisper, called out his name, "Ghost..."

He heard you, his fingers tracing gentle patterns on your skin. He pulled you closer, your body resting against his. "Shhh... it's okay," he murmured, his tone soothing and gentle. "I've got you."

Your body, completely spent from the intensity of the experience, gave in to exhaustion and you passed out, collapsing in his arms.

Ghost gently scooped you up in his arms, carrying you effortlessly to the bed. He laid you down, his touch soft and tender as he watched you sleep. His thumb, gentle and reverent, traced the shape of your parted lips in silent adoration.

"You don't know you are such a good girl." He praised.

In the morning you woke up. You found him sitting on the couch looking at you. You stood up with sheet around you. Eyes looking daggers at him.

You rose from the bed, wrapping the sheet around you for modesty, and noticed him sitting on the couch, watching you with an unreadable expression.

Your eyes narrowed as you approached him, the anger and frustration radiating off you in waves. You gathered your gown in silence, intending to make a quick exit to the bathroom. As you neared him, he spoke, his voice soft.

"You're quite the sight this morning," he said, a hint of a smirk on his lips.

His smirk faded slightly as you shot back, "Fuck you," your tone filled with anger and frustration. He watched silently as you stalked into the bathroom and slammed the door shut behind you.

You examined yourself in the mirror, taking in the evidence of his passion. Love bites, red and prominent, marked your neck and chest, a reminder of his wild nature.

Showering quickly, you wrapped yourself in the gown once more, drying your hair as you prepared to confront him.

He looked up as you approached, his eyes flickering over your marked neck and chest visible beneath the gown. A mixture of guilt and possessiveness flitted across his face.

"Look what you have done to me." You said.

"Look what I've done to you," he repeated, his voice a low rumble. He reached out, his hand gently tracing a finger over one of the love bites. "You look beautiful like this."

His hand fell to his side as you pushed it away. Your voice, filled with a mix of anger and resignation, echoed in the room.

"Let me go," you demanded, "I need to go back." Ghost's eyes darkened as your words struck a nerve. He took a step closer, his voice soft but firm. "I took everything from you? No, I gave you something. A chance to be mine."

"Yours? Huh? I am an ultranationalist. One of your enemies. I gave you the intel. Now please let me go. What do you need more?"

His jaw tightened at you declaration. "My enemy, yes. But also mine."

He took another step closer, closing the distance between you. His eyes locked on yours as he spoke, his voice a low growl. "I don't care about your allegiances. You gave me intel, and in return, you now belong to me."

"Laswell needed Intel. She set me up telling me she sent you as security. Never knew I was the most wanted by you guys and my other enemies."

He laughed darkly, a scoff escaping his lips. "Laswell played us both, didn't she? Using you to feed information, and offering me up as your guard. Clever woman."

He moved even closer, his body a mere breath away from yours. "But now you're mine. Laswell can have her intel all she likes, but you, love, are mine to keep and protect."

"You are impossible. You know that Ghost. Delusional too. I am a spy. Whole taskforce knows it. How will they accept me as your ally?"

A sardonic laugh escaped his lips, his eyes boring into yours. "You think I care what they think? You're a spy, I get it. Taskforce knows it. But they don't matter. None of them do. All that matters is you, here with me. And when they find out you're mine, they can deal with it. I protect what's mine, and you are mine, love."

"I guess I have no option left then. Be yours or go to prison." You said.

A hint of a smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as you spoke. He knew he had you cornered. "That's right," he purred, his voice a low rumble. "You've got no other choice but to be mine. Otherwise, it's prison or worse. So, you may as well just accept it. You're mine now, love."

"You took a step closer wrapping your arms around him. I guess you won then. I accept my defeat. I can run but I can't hide anymore." You said.

A victorious glint appeared in his eyes as you admitted defeat. He wrapped his own arms around you, pulling you close, his voice a deep, satisfied rumble.

"That's right, love," he murmured, his breath warm against your skin. "You can't run, and you can't hide. You're mine now. Accepted your defeat graciously. Now you're all mine to keep."

[rubberizer92]

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[perle-in-her-boudoir]

My perfume rotation

I am big on perfumes, as it is one of my hyperfixations. This hobby is almost obsessive, as I only think about perfumes on day's end, especially if someone wished to find its signature perfume around me. I absolutly will ask a lot of questions, do my reasearch, scramble and present a selection to that person. I love the thrill of the search, the testing, trials and errors, and finally the choice. I found signature perfumes for a lot of my friends, and my boyfriend have also his perfumes (he doesn't have a signature one, but two, which is the next best thing.) But there's one thing : I don't have a signature, but a rotation. I can't choose for the life of me, and it's honestly bothersome. I recently decided to roll for a while with the rotation, and eliminate until I stick to one. Anyway, let's get to it!

Insolence, Guerlain

It was, for 2 years, my signature perfume. I fell in love when it was in the famous bee bottle, but alas I was too late and I missed it and bought it bottled like in the picture, the "La petite robe noire bottle" (I hate that choice, it makes the presentation so bland). The top note is violet flower, which is my favorite scent as it reminds me of the candies of my childhood. It has notes of red berries, orange blossom, and vanilla and iris which gives its powdery scent. I loved the powdery scent with a twist of berries, as it gave a malicious twist to the traditionnal powder. To me, this scent was charming, flirty, light yet present and complementary to my own self image and skin scent. Alas, I think I grew up quite a bit in those last years, and I changed and now it doesn't fit me as much anymore. I am finishing my bottle and I won't buy it again for myself, but I'll keep a fond memory of Insolence.

Putain des Palaces, Etat Libre d'Orange

In my quest to find the successor of Insolence as my signature perfume, I found this gem. This perfume is provocative from the get go (the name translates to "Whore of the Palace") and is described as the scent of a courtesan: powdery with an animalistic and sensual twist. The powdery scent is given with notes of violet (my love!), rose, mandarine, lily of the valley and musk, and the animalistic scent is reprensented by leather, amber and ginger notes. I read here that it smells like sex, and I somewhat agree: it is an erotic scent, yet sophisticated, luxurious and very feminine. It also has that very vintage feel, hence the "grandma" vibe some think but I don't agree, as the blend of notes is very modern at the end of the day. I am absolutly in love with this violet wrapped in leather and lace, and damn I feel like a cocotte in the best way and it is exactly the vibe I want to have to me. Sexy, humourous, sensual, sharp and alluring.

Le Régent, Oriza L. Legrand

Named after the biggest diamond on the French Crown, this perfume from the oldest perfume house in France had me by surprise. I went to the Oriza L. Legrand boutique in Paris back in december to smell Jardins d'Aramide, which was a floral perfume I thought I would like. I was utterly disappointed when I smelled it, so I decided to make my trip worthwhile and to smell every single one of the perfume in the shop. To the first spray, this one was very good, but when I walked out in the street with it on my wrist? I was bewitched. I couldn't stop sniffing my own wrist. This one has no trace of the beloved violet, but this warm, soft, vanilla benzoin had me melting. Think Hypnotic poison by Dior, but warmer and better. It had me running back to the store buying it 3 hours after the initial spray. My boyfriend is in love with this one (and fell in love with Peau d'Espagne of the same house). Le Régent makes me smell like a queen, with a warming and soft presence, but with all her majesty.

La dame aux Camélias, Les cocottes de Paris

Hear me out. You understood that Putain des Palaces and Le Régent are amazing but, let's say, not subtle. I am a french teacher in middle school in France, and I have to smell good as I can be close to my students, yet subtle and demure to not bother them. This one right here does the job : La dame of Camélias is a soft floral powdery perfume with notes of verbena, orange blossom, cardamom, rose, iris, camelia (duh), musk, tonka bean and juniper. It is fresh, powdery as I like, discreet and has the name of the protagonist of french novelist Alexandre Dumas' La dame aux Camélias, which is a plus to me, as I love the silliness to match my litt teacher's vibe to my perfume lol. Maybe one day I'll be tired of buying it only for working and prefer a cheaper option, but for now I am happy with this one. It will never be Perle's signature perfume, but to my students and colleagues it will be Miss *****'s signature perfume.

Which one will be the winner and be my signature scent? Only time will tell!

Bisous,

Perle .

[rebelrayne]

writing patterns

saw this in another fandom so gonna steal cause it looked cool but changing from 10 to 5 works.

Rules: Share the first paragraph of your last five published works or as many as you are able and see if there are any patterns!

It’d been a year. Twelve months. Three-hundred sixty-five fucking days since Ava had ripped his heart out on national television. (on the market)

Zoe liked men that were mature. Sophisticated. The type that knew how to pair just the right glass of Merlot with an Italian dish. She loved a man that dressed in a suit—perfectly tailored and crisp. He dressed well, but he’d change into his gray sweatpants and cuddle her on the couch. Leaning in, he’d kiss her tenderly. So slowly that her heart pounding behind the bars of her ribcage would burst. The perfect kind of man—that was what she liked. (imperfect & flawed)

Hamish groaned to himself as he knocked on the door of his parents’ luxurious Chelsea penthouse. It’d been a year since he and Ivy had broken up, but his family didn’t seem to think he was over it. (H ♥ L I D A T E)

“Hey, Maeve! Over here!” Thabi yelled from across the street. Her large smile sparkled. Stretching her body as she brought herself to her tiptoes and leaned to one side, Thabi waved overly enthused, as she normally did. Almost losing her balance, she tipped but James placed a hand on her shoulder to steady her as they both laughed. (Hey Sweetheart)

Anything Hamish Lennox-Ross touched turned to ‘sold’. He could even sell seashells on Brighton Beach and people would have tripped over themselves to buy the damn conches. Selling real estate came easily to him—his confidence and silver tongue gave him an edge on the competition. Not to mention, he was a good-looking guy. Who didn’t look at Hamish and think he was sexy as sin? He had a sparkling white smile that paired perfectly with his bespoke Brioni suits, plus a Rolex Datejust he’d bought using his Christmas bonus the year before. Hey, it was a big check—he was really good at selling real estate. The last year had given him nothing to do but throw himself into work anyway. (it'll cost you) (cheated here but the first chapter has been deleted in the draft so this is technically the first chapter now)

tagging but no pressure :) @caitkaminski @justtuesdays @lucas-koh @longbobmckenzie @mrsbsmooth @operationnope @queen-of-boops @0shewrites0

[bitter69uk]

“Marlene Dietrich, with her pencil-line arched eyebrows, as the most elegantly amusing international jewel thief ever. She steals a pearl necklace in Paris and speeds toward Spain; on her way she has a series of encounters with Gary Cooper, a motor engineer from Detroit who is on holiday. Produced by Ernst Lubitsch, for Paramount, and directed by Frank Borzage, this is a polished light comedy in the "continental" style - a sophisticated romantic trifle, with Dietrich more chic and modern than in her von Sternberg pictures. When she eyes Cooper, she's so captivating, you almost feel sorry for him; there's an image of her standing against French doors that is simply peerlessly sexy. But you can also see why this European sophisticate longs for the American innocent. Cooper is a bit coy and rambunctious in his Americanness but wearing narrow-tailored suits and with his hair sleek he's the ideal Art Deco hero. And he's great when he leans close to Dietrich and says, dreamily, "All I know about you is you stole my car and I'm insane about you." When he's being threatened by her crooked associate (John Halliday), who remarks, tauntingly, "One mustn't underestimate America - it's a big country," he bends forward and says, "Six foot three."”

/ Pauline Kael’s review of Desire (1936) /

Yes! Luxuriate in sheer glamour and romance when the FREE monthly Lobotomy Room cinema club presents frothy 1936 comedy Desire starring Marlene Dietrich and Gary Cooper on Thursday 15 February. Venue: Fontaine’s bar in Dalston. Numbers are limited - reserve your seat by emailing bookings@fontaines.bar. More info.

[peppertaemint]

WayV the Rolls Royce of NCT like saaaame lmao i love NCT but WayV like wow.

WayV are definitely the exclusive and "high-end" brand of NCT. If you liken NCT Dream to the BTS/Disney demographic, NCT 127 the more experimental and "adult", WayV are certainly in a category of their own.

Should you watch this fancam? Yes, yes you should.

WayV (WēiShén V) are C-pop, Chinese pop. They're on Label V, the Chinese sub-label of SM. I think one could argue they are a C-pop/K-pop fusion, and that's quite interesting in itself. The active members are Ten, Kun, Winwin, Yangyang, Xiaojun, an Hendery.

Essential song: Take Off (2019)

Their music has a sexy sophistication to it, along with their concepts. Ten's auteur-level dancing often sets the tone for their impressive performances. Album designs also reflect this "special" brand image.

There are two things that make WayV life a little difficult imo. 1) The on-going tensions between SK and Mainland China and b) Lucas-gate.

Popular Korean entertainment, including K-pop (the music), was banned from distribution in Mainland China for six years. It was only in November 2022 that K entertainment started to stream on Tencent once again. The ban was believed to have started due to the US missile defense system installed in SK in 2017. WayV is C-pop, so they circumvented this ban, but their Label is still owned by a Korean company.

There is also a culture of conservative backlash against fandom in Mainland China. This came to a head with the Yi/Zhan Ao3 fanfic debacle, but it had real-world consequences.

Fandom is big business in Mainland China. I'm sure this is why SM is interested in working in this market with a C-pop outfit, given that tensions haven't eased quite enough for K-pop groups to re-enter the market with tours, fan meets, brand ambassadorships, etc.

The culture of fandom backlash is against morals and consumerism in general. I'm not an expert, but my understanding is that there are laws now in place to limit fandom activities and that stars are legally responsible for their fandoms' actions through their studios (even idols need to set up studios as business fronts for their work). Anecdotally, I've heard of things like teachers getting fired for mentioning actors or idols or using them as examples in teaching.

One of the rules that came out of new legislation in the past couple of years is the limitation of "feminine" looks for men. Essentially, the flower boy K-pop look was effectively banned. Traditional masculine aesthetics were expected, and for quite a time, many who used to have flower boy looks reverted to the opposite. I think it's cooled a little bit, but it's still not what it was.

So imagine being WayV amid all of this political and cultural tension. You're a C-pop group whose "parents" (NCT) are K-pop. That's... not gonna make anything easy. I've heard that WayV fans are unsatisfied that the group don't get to do enough Korean content during their comebacks. Yet, I think it's a game of chess for SM and Label V. They want to do enough to make a splash but they don't want to make such a big splash that problems are caused.

The second challenge, and probably the more immediate one despite all of the above, is the Lucas situation. WayV should be further along and have more albums/releases under their belts by now, but the indefinite hiatus of Lucas seems to have extended to WayV in some respect. We don't know what goes on behind the scenes. What we do know is that there is enough evidence that Lucas was shady, and that he probably won't return. WayV have now come back as a 6-person group, so I can't see them reverting.

If you're not sure what happened with Lucas, you can read about it here (just use a translator browser add-in). The allegations were gaslighting and financial exploitation, which are quite serious. In cases where the claims are unfounded, SM has stated such and pursued legal action. That's not what has happened here; instead, both Lucas and the company issued apologies for the wrongdoing, which is indeed admitting wrongdoing.

My bottom line on WayV? They've been dealt some difficult cards, but their music and performance are outstanding, so over time, I think they will continue to attract attention and convert fans. They've just announced a global fan meet tour, which will be a huge treat to all those who have waited so long for them to return.

[mostlygibberish]

"I came halfway around the world to watch you run, Clarice. Let me run, huh?"

I liked the part with the sexy fishmonger.

It would be simple to judge Hannibal against The Silence of the Lambs and find it lacking, but I think it's enough of its own beast that such comparisons aren't entirely fair. There was a clearly defined style to it, and it managed to capture a bit of the compelling relationship between Hannibal and Clarice.

The biggest problem was the haphazard pacing. The movie is named for Hannibal, and yet it took a full hour for him to really do anything. Too much of the runtime was spent in Florence, and while that arc did have a fairly satisfying conclusion, the more interesting Mason Verger scenes were extremely rushed as a consequence. The whole sequence at his estate was ten minutes, start to finish, and they excluded Margot entirely.

Julianne Moore just didn't strike me as a particularly good fit for Clarice. The shootout at the start of the movie showed her flinching every time she fired her gun, even though her strength under pressure and skill with a weapon were plot-significant character traits in the last installment. Her performance was good, but the overall portrayal of the character was lacking.

Anthony Hopkins' performance as Hannibal was clearly the highlight of the movie, though it did feel somewhat less sophisticated this time around. How exactly does he fly around the world and only enjoy the finest luxuries, when he hasn't worked a day in 20 years?

The ending diverged significantly from the novel, particularly regarding Clarice and Hannibal's fates, and the alternative provided was far too mundane and unsatisfying. I understand the reasoning behind the change, in the name of mass appeal, but I didn't care for it.

A very good movie, despite its pacing issues and unfortunate position in the shadow of a much better movie.

[barbaraspinozzi]

💖 #DolceGabbana in Sardinia. Esteemed guests attended the #DGAltaGioielleria event at Forte Village in Sardinia, wearing D&G. 💖

💗💮💚🧡💗💎💖 Romance and sensuality, bon-ton style and audacity, these are the characteristics of the elegant, sumptuous and glamorous outfit sported by the charming Shawn Goodman (@dolcevitatoo Instagram). A lace mise that is colored with a delicate shade of pink. A fashion full of femininity and seduction. To complete the look a spectacular necklace.

💙💙💙❤💚💎💖 Irresistible charm for Gui Siqueira (@siqueiragui Instagram) who wore a fabulous and elegant blue suit embellished with elaborate decorations and characterized by a jacket with contrasting lapels. He paired it with a black t-shirt and a luxurious cross necklace. For him a refined, sophisticated, aristocratic allure.

💖❤🧡💛💚💙💗💎💖 Their friend shines through the colors and jewel decorations that illuminated her look: a "light therapy" in tune with the joy of the event. For her also a super sexy style with top, miniskirt and boots.

#DGFamily #DolceGabbanaFamily #lamodaèbellezza #lamoreèbellezza #DGStyle #DolceGabbanaCommunity #DomenicoDolce #StefanoGabbana

[adamandevestores]

How to Dress for Your Husband in Bed

Dressing for your husband in bed can be a fun and intimate way to enhance your relationship and add excitement to your time together. Here are some tips and ideas to help you choose the right attire like sexy lingerie, role play costumes, bra and panty etc to create a memorable experience:

Understanding His Preferences Communicate: Talk to your husband about his preferences and fantasies. Understanding what he finds attractive can guide your choices. Observe: Pay attention to his compliments and what he seems to enjoy seeing you wear.

Lingerie Options Babydoll: A short, loose-fitting nightgown that is both sexy and comfortable. Often made of sheer fabric and lace. Teddy: A one-piece garment that combines a camisole and panties. Available in various styles, including lace, satin, and mesh. Corset and Bustier: Tight-fitting garments that cinch the waist and enhance the bust. Pair with matching panties or a thong. Chemise: A simple, slip-like nightgown that can be made from silk, satin, or lace. Often more form-fitting than a babydoll. Bra and Panty Set: A classic choice that can be incredibly sexy. Look for matching sets with lace, embroidery, or other details. Robe: A silky or sheer robe can add an element of surprise and elegance. Consider wearing it over lingerie or on its own. Stockings and Garter Belt: Pair these with any lingerie set to add a touch of sophistication and allure.

Role Play and Costumes Fantasy Costumes: Consider outfits like a nurse, schoolgirl, maid, or other role-play costumes that align with his fantasies. Themes: Create a themed experience, such as a romantic evening, a playful game, or a seductive surprise.

Colors and Fabrics Colors: Red, black, and white are classic choices, but consider his favorite colors and what looks best on you. Fabrics: Lace, silk, satin, and sheer materials are popular for their sensual feel and appearance.

Accessories and Details Jewelry: Simple and elegant pieces like a necklace, earrings, or a bracelet can enhance your look. Shoes: High heels can add a touch of glamour and make you feel more confident. Perfume: A light spritz of a favorite scent can make the experience more memorable. Makeup and Hair: A little makeup and styling your hair can add to the overall effect. Think about what makes you feel sexy and confident.

Confidence and Comfort Confidence: Choose outfits that make you feel confident and attractive. Your confidence will shine through and make the experience more enjoyable for both of you. Comfort: While looking sexy is important, make sure you are also comfortable. Being at ease will help you relax and enjoy the moment.

Setting the Mood Ambiance: Create a romantic atmosphere with dim lighting, candles, and soft music. Surprise Element: Consider surprising him with your outfit. A little anticipation can add excitement. Playfulness: Be playful and open to experimenting. Teasing and flirting can make the experience more enjoyable.

Practical Tips Fit: Ensure that whatever you choose fits well. Ill-fitting lingerie can be uncomfortable and distracting. Quality: Invest in high-quality pieces that will last and make you feel luxurious. Variety: Mix and match different styles to keep things exciting and fresh.

Ultimately, the most important thing is to have fun and connect with your husband in a way that strengthens your relationship.

[ahmarket]

Timeless Sophistication: The Top 5 Best-Selling Armani Perfumes by AH Market Qatar

Few names conjure up the same degree of classic sophistication and luxury in the scent world as Armani. Armani Perfumes, known for their exquisite craftsmanship and commitment to elegance, have come to represent subtle glamour and sophisticated taste. Let's examine the top five best-selling Armani fragrances right now, each of which is a tribute to the brand's continuous tradition of excellence and is offered at AH Market Qatar.

The Armani Code: Interpreting Seductive Elegance

The scent Armani Code is the pinnacle of seduction, enticing wearers with an addictive combination of floral, citrus, and woody undertones. Armani Code radiates confidence and sophistication, making it a popular among people who want to make a lasting impression. This is due to its sleek black bottle and mysterious allure.

Armani Si: Adopting a Woman's Strength

Armani Si's seductive fusion of floral, fruity, and vanilla accords honors the modern lady. Wearers are encouraged to embrace their femininity with poise and confidence by this famous aroma, which exudes strength and grace. Armani Si has earned a spot in every woman's scent collection with its timeless appeal and exquisite simplicity. Acqua di Gio: A Vibrant Breath

Acqua di Gio, which draws inspiration from the Mediterranean shore, embodies summertime perfectly in a bottle. This classic scent offers the sensation of a seaside retreat with its crisp marine notes mixed with citrus and floral undertones. Admired by both sexes, Giorgio Armani Perfumes is a sophisticated and refreshing scent that is timeless, regardless of the season.

Armani Mania: The Pinnacle of Sexy Appeal

The attention-grabbing scent of Armani Mania, which is spicy and woodsy, radiates confidence and charisma. The modern man who values understated elegance and carefree style is the target audience for this powerful and seductive scent. The ideal scent partner for any occasion, Armani Mania is appropriate for anything from business meetings to nighttime parties.

Armani Emporio She/He: A Style Duet

Armani Emporio With their distinct fusion of fruity, flowery, and woodsy elements, She and He represent the epitome of modern elegance. Designed for the contemporary couple, these harmoniously matched perfumes create an olfactory symphony that honors uniqueness, love, and partnership.

Discover Timeless Elegance with Armani Parfums

Discover a world of classic elegance and luxury as you peruse the top five best-selling Armani fragrances, all available at AH Market Qatar. Each scent, whether you're drawn to the cool air of Acqua di Gio or the sensuous charm of Armani Code, urges you to embrace the Armani lifestyle, which is characterized by understated glamor, elegance, and confidence. Elevate every moment with the signature Armani perfume with AH Market Qatar and upgrade your scent collection with these ageless classics.collaboration as well as uniqueness.

[piratesfromspace]

Finance Management (Deckard Shaw/Reader)

Deckard Shaw (Fast & Furious) x Reader

Word count: 1.9k CW: mention of food & alcohol, smut

Female reader

Note: This short fic has been inspired by a friend of mine who created the character of the financial advisor of mister Shaw.  Also there is not enough fics with Deckard Shaw so here we are. 

Read on Ao3

MASTERLIST

“Mister Shaw, it’s me again, I’m so sorry but I really need you to call me back please. It’s important. Thank you.”

You let out a deep sigh as you hang up. Handling the finances of rich people is a lucrative and thrilling job, but damn it sometimes those clients of yours are annoying. Especially Mister Shaw.

First, he’s annoyingly busy and unreachable. Most powerful people are, but he can disappear for weeks on end without so much as sending an email.

Second, he’s also infuriatingly handsome and smart and funny. And he has an impeccable sense of style. He has nothing in common with the other clients of your firm, mainly old and boring men, whose only conversation subject is their money and how they hate their wives.

And finally, the worst thing about him is how good of a lover he is. You found out half a year ago, when you ended up in his bed after what should have been a regular business dinner. It was a mistake of course. One that could have cost you your career because it was a very serious breach of contract to sleep with a client.

You never told a soul, and you promised yourself to never do it again. But it was still hard to forget the feeling of him pressed against you, of his hands holding your waist, of his mouth between your thighs...

You try to focus again on your task and stretch your legs, kicking out your high heels. Feet bare on the soft carpet, you walk to the floor-to-ceiling window of your posh office, taking a second to admire the view, as the final rays of the sun disappear over the lake, and Geneva lights up under you. It’s breath-taking, really. But it also means you’re once again staying way too late at the office. Your assistant has gone home a couple hours ago, and your colleagues are either on vacation or on business trips, making you the only person on the building’s 7th floor. You still have a few things to finish so you plop on your leather chair and get back to work, hoping to make it home before 11pm.

That’s when you hear it: the familiar *ding* of the elevator’s door, at the end of the corridor. You tense immediately. You’re not waiting for anyone, and the security guards always use the stairs when completing their patrol.

Steps are coming down your way, and you grab your phone, ready to dial for the security team. And then you recognize his silhouette through the polished glass wall. There is a knock on your door before it opens to reveal Deckard Shaw himself. He’s wearing an expensive suit and an even more expensive watch, a very light stubble is highlighting his perfect jawbone and his deep grey eyes bear a mischievous glint. Handsome, as always.

“Mister Shaw…” you stammer.

“You know you can call me Deckard.” His stupidly sexy British accent and cocky smile will be the death of you.

He’s been in your office for two seconds and you already want to slap him in the face - or climb him like a tree, you can’t really decide.

“It’s quite late, Mister Shaw, you scared me. Anything I can do for you?” you insist on saying his family name, in a feeble attempt to maintain a professional façade.

“You needed to see me.” it’s more a comment than a question, and you’re suddenly reminded of the dozen of unanswered phone calls you made trying to reach him.

“Yes… yes, that’s right, but honestly you could have called tomorrow morning.”

“I’d rather see you in person.” he answers, looking you straight in the eyes. You can feel yourself blushing under his gaze. “Wanted to make sure you’re alright. You’re working too much you know.” he says with a soft smile, as his eyes drift down to your sore bare feet and then to the discarded heels under your desk.

What a condescending prick, you think. But at the same time, he’s right and his care seems somewhat genuine. It will not make you forget you almost lost your job because of him though.

“How did you know I was still here tonight?” you purposely redirect the attention on him, rather than you.

“Well, let’s say I would not leave the woman in charge of my assets without any... supervision.”

“Is that a polite way to say you’ve been spying on me?” you retort dryly.

“Oh I love when you’re getting all angry and snobbish, your French accent is even cuter.”

You’re gonna murder him. You really really want to tell him to go fuck himself, but he’s the one responsible for a very generous part of your paycheck, so you have to keep quiet.

“I would be more comfortable if we keep our conversation strictly professional, Mister Shaw.”

“Everything you want, dear.”

-----

“Mmph, fu-ck... Deckard, don’t stop”

The professional attitude has been long forgotten, since Deckard has pulled you onto his lap on the velvet couch of his presidential suite at the Four Seasons hotel, where you were supposed to only review the important documents he needed to see. But when the room service had brought a very nice bottle of Scotch, you knew you were screwed. You could not refuse a drink, and the warmth of alcohol combined with the warmth of his hand slightly brushing against your thigh had overcome all your resolve.

You are now sprawled on the king-size bed, moaning his name as Deckard Shaw is destroying your sanity very methodically. One foot on the floor, one leg bent on the edge of the bed, he’s pounding into you, holding your hip with one hand, and circling your clit with the other. His pace is calculated, not too fast so you can feel every inch of him, but not too slow so your nerves don’t have any respite, and it’s driving you crazy. Hands tangled in the dark silk sheets beneath you, you try to catch your breath to no avail.

“I won’t stop darling. Not until I can feel you coming again all over me.” His voice is like heavy honey, dripping all over your senses, drowning you in sweet and sinful promises.

You want to close your eyes to focus on the overwhelming feelings, but the view in front of you is too good to be missed. He looks like some demi-god, bathed in the subdued light of the room, broad and muscular chest, abs perfectly drawn. What is his job again? You vaguely remember him talking about serving a few years in the military when he was younger, but he is still definitely hitting the gym on a regular basis.

His muscles flex when he brings you down on his thick cock a little more sharply than before, and you keen as he hits that perfect spot inside of you. You can feel your orgasm build again, and so can he.

“You’re close, princess, aren’t you?”

You mewl in response and he chuckles darkly, keeping up with his ruthless assault on your most sensitive parts. He angles his fingers just a bit differently on your clit, and keeps thrusting into you, stretching you so perfectly you can’t remember the last time someone fucked you this good - wait , actually you can, it was a few months ago and it was by mister Deckard “annoyingly perfect” Shaw.

“Come on, I know you want to, I’ll keep going until you give me one more anyway princess…”

And that's it. You’re gone. Back arching off the bed, you come hard, harder than the first time, clenching around him. You barely hear him hiss in pleasure as you spasm helplessly on the soft sheets, the silk feeling almost cool against your burning skin.

----

“Good morning darling."

You open an eye, natural light is flooding the room, as is the delicious smell of fresh coffee and tea. At the foot of the bed, you spot a room service trolley loaded with breakfast treats and through the open door of the bathroom, you can see Deckard is looking at you in the mirror reflection while buttoning a crisp white shirt.

"Your tea is ready. Black, no milk, right?”

He's right and it's annoying because is there anything this man messes up?

"What time is it?" You ask, suddenly remembering you have a busy schedule today.

"You have 27 minutes to eat and get ready, so I can drop you off at your office in time for your first call of the day."

He knows about your tea preferences and your professional agenda, of course he does , he was not joking when mentioning the whole "spying-on-you" situation, or "supervision" as he liked to call it. He needs to stop it, but you decide to keep this discussion for another day.

You stretch, and rise to put on the hotel bathrobe, sighing at the thought of having to wear the same clothes as yesterday. Last you saw them, they were scattered on the floor all over the room and your underwear were positively ruined.

"The concierge was very helpful this morning, thanks to him I got you a few clothes delivered for today." Deckard adds as he pours himself a cup of coffee from the cart and gestures to the leather armchair where a couple of bags doning logos of luxury brands are perched.

You make your way to the packages, and open the first one to reveal a sophisticated dress, fitted and sexy, but not too much that it would be inappropriate as office wear. The second bag is a thoughtful selection of high end make-up products. And the last one contains a gorgeous set of lacy lingerie, nothing too raunchy but sexy nonetheless. Of course everything is in the right size.

"Thank you..." you whisper, a little stunned. The assortment must have cost him a couple grands at the very least - not that he can't afford it because you're well placed to be sure he can, but still, he did not have to do this.

You have to suppress a smile, because damn he's being annoyingly perfect once more, but you don't want to give him the satisfaction to reveal he was right when promising you could stay the night instead of going home and still look fresh for your day at work.

"I was thinking, I'm free tonight, so maybe we can finally review those documents, you know the ones you were supposed to show me before you jumped on me on the couch last night?" Deckard states as he bites in an apple in front of the window, casually looking at lake Geneva glinting in the bright morning sun.

You blush unwillingly, struggling to find a reply that would save you from admitting you had failed at enforcing your usual work ethic.

"I'm kidding dear!" He barks in a laugh. "I know enough to trust you on this venture, you have my approval to go on with the investment." He continues more seriously.

You open your mouth to answer but he's quicker.

"I'm not kidding about being free though, so what about dinner and then we can see where this takes us…"

When you don't answer immediately, he turns to look at you. Maybe he's realizing the situation can be awkward and precarious for you since you're technically working for him.

"You can say no, I won't take any offense." He adds without irony.

"Yes..." You finally answer, tip toeing toward him until you can snatch the apple he was eating from him. He protests but you shush him.

"...Yes, I would like this very much..."

As he starts to protest again, you take a big bite from the fruit with a knowing smile.

"...but only for dinner. Nothing more."

"You'll be the death of me." Deckard says, falsely irritated, his voice dropping lower.

"At least the feeling is mutual, mister Shaw ..."

[fulltimehabibti]

build got cancelled on twitter. give us the kinnporsche perfume post 💀🙏💅

oh ok i don't know what that's about but anyway.

kinn: a tom ford guy. his go-to signature scent is oud which is a super fresh and sexy blended wood, but he'll spritz on some noir de noir or ombré leather on special occasions to get a boost in confidence to play the suave mafia boss. black orchid when he's feeling adventurous and just wants to feel a little extra sexy.

porsche: literally a ck one bitch. and the only reason he's using that and not whatever bargain body spray is bc yok gifted him a bottle after a joke that he looked like a calvin klein model. (vegas who can't stand it gifts him a bottle of elysium by roja parfums during his whole seduction scheme and kinn is like "why do you suddenly smell like a delicious pineapple cocktail?" and almost loses his mind when he finds out that porsche is unaware that he's wearing a $400/bottle perfume)

pete: loves to treat himself to a designer scent ever since he got a sweet paycheck for working as a bodyguard, but still doesn't like spending too much since he sends most of it to his grandma. his daytime work scent is prada l'homme bc he loves smelling like super luxurious fresh laundry (and earns him the reputation as the best smelling body guard), but the one he wears for outings and special occasions, and is his favourite to wear is la nuit de l'homme by ysl. it's spicy, it's sexy, but also fresh and a little sweet. perfect for the other side of him.

vegas: a niche fragrance slut. loves a difficult but magnetic scent. his "everyday vegas" scent is carlisle by parfums de marly which is tobacco-y and spicy apple scent that gives mysterious, expensive, and sophisticated (everything he wants to be seen as). the other side of the coin? wears black afgano by nasomatto, a woodsy cannabis fragrance that just screams "DANGER!" and makes you confused if you wanna run for safety or attach your face to his neck and start panting.

bonus:

tankhun: toy boy by moschino. you know this man loves a fun unisex fragrance in a quirky bottle.

[lunadileo]

Top 5 venus signs ?

My top 5 venus signs:

1. Leo Venus 💖: so grandiose, passionate, loyal in love, loves to be spoiled and loves spoiling loved ones, so creative, theatrical and talented, heart of gold, kind and supportive friend, a shining star 🌟

2. Taurus Venus 💖: so comforting, calm, refined, loves to be surrounded by luxurious things, great fashion sense, gives the most beautiful and expensive presents 🎁, sensual and loving, loves to pamper and take proper care of oneself and one’s own appearance 💅🏼

3. Scorpio Venus 💖: very protective and passionate about loved ones, loves with full heart, all or nothing, a trustworthy friend who’ll always keep your secrets, a ride or die personality, very intense and possessive 🔥

4. Aries Venus 💖: very passionate and energetic, sexy and alluring, easily gets what she/he wants, attention-drawing, great zest for life, very self-confident and opinionated 💋

5. Libra Venus 💖: vibes of harmony and balance, delicate, sophisticated sense of fashion, well-mannered, polite and diplomatic, perfect aesthetics 👛

[enchanted-moura]

As a showgirl myself (on cruise lines) this always puts me in that sexy provocative lets entertain them kind of mood. I feel just a bit like Dita Von Teese herself when I wear this. So many images come to mind: a magic show, a burlesque show in the late 50s early 60s in Las Vegas, a busty magician's assistant in sequin skirt, a showgirl, a courtesan, a high class escort, or simply a sensual woman who is the mistress of a powerful man who lives in luxurious pent house he pays for. -Southern Blonde

The fragrance beings with a zesty fresh citrus, a bergamot orange. It's spicy with pepper and yet lightened up with a peony. It throws some contrasting scents. It's sweet like a little peony flower but that spice tells you she's naughty. Naughty AND nice. The jasmine flower and rose in the heart give it an air of class, sophistication, feminine beauty even romance, like this showgirl, with all her sexual talents, is a lady, a dame, a woman who could some day give up the glamorous lifestyle of lovers that lavish her with jewelry and perfume, and just marry one man to love the rest of her life. After all she can't be a showgirl forever. - Gigi the Fashionista

[covenlegacy]

"Can you do reading on how Jungkook actually is in real life(off camera) and is he dating someone right now? I would appreciate it if you don't sugarcoat things. Just say the real things without hesitation."

Can you please mention the links? I didn't found any.

(under the title cap/avatar of my page, there are links)

Jungkook personality

A person who likes to hang out, have fun, go out with friends. Somewhat optimistic. He gets his earned money and most likely immediately spends it on something. He likes good food, carefree and easy pastime, and who feels disgust in any serious work. He enjoys every hour he lives, and is quite capable of brightening up these hours for you too. Talented and sophisticated, leading a bohemian lifestyle and prone to dizzy success. Possibly prone to passing or consuming alcohol excessively. Possibly lazy, his life is not orderly, his day can start whenever he wants.

He has an objective mind, not subject to temptations, the ability to judge coolly and without prejudice. He can adequately assess any situation, practically without resorting to the help of others, and also loves self-criticism. He is always accurate, acting impeccably, guided by honor and conscience. He likes to delve into everything to find the truth. This can be said to be his weakness. Objectivity and impartiality are his favorite words. He is not emotionally involved, for which he is responsible for all his decisions. He takes them very thoughtfully, they may not look logical to people, but from an “as is” point of view, they will be perfect. He has an unbiased view of the world and himself, the ability to see what is, and not what we would like or hope to see.

Coldness, tough actions to clarify the situation, no sentimentality, straightforwardness. This is a rather cunning and courageous person, actively acting in his own interests. He is characterized by insight to the point of excessive curiosity. Smart, perfidious, malevolent. At the same time, he radiates charming cunning, witty, dexterous, graceful, resourceful. He knows how to show himself in such a way that people would like to show him paternal or maternal feelings.

Self-doubt, sweating. Feeling of danger. Doesn’t like to be in public.

Melancholy and withdrawn, it is almost impossible to see him joyful, at the same time he has deep feelings, an irrational attitude to life, developed intuition and the ability to comprehend secret knowledge, the hidden sides of being. Everyone is in the mood. Developed mental abilities that are difficult to put under conscious control. Perhaps he has frequent depressive thoughts, depression, or he shows himself as a person who does not have bright colors in his life.

However, he may draw inspiration from this. He can take from the unconscious romantic dreams, deep desires, creative fantasies. The harmony of magical moments, the flow of elusive sensations, thoughts, intuitive understandings.

#jungkook Bad Traits - The desire for all the best, prosperity, peace, prosperity. Everything that money can buy. Hides his rationality. Desire for sense gratification, health and well-being.

He does not show his feminine character traits to the camera - caring, guardianship, maternal instincts. Hides sensuality and the desire to love and be loved in front of the camera. Desire for luxury, “full life”, abundance, nourishment, need for love. Hides a practical, rational, earthly reasonable beginning, a tendency to stability.

#jungkook Positive traits 

Decisive, thoughtful. Solves all problems one by one. It can always “remove feelings” from the wound and decide how it will be better, albeit more painful.

#jungkook STAGE PERSONA

Crazy Empress.

Eccentric, treacherous, on his own mind. Bright, self-sufficient, but at the same time selfish, arrogant. Proud, but constantly dissatisfied with the result. Ambitious, the one who is constantly belittled and pushed aside. Competitive, always be the first. Seductive, sexy. Constant problems with friends. Not self-confident, constantly criticizing and devaluing himself.

He has to constantly struggle to realize himself. Eccentric, rebel. Kind but who does not know how to show it.

Generous, generous. He uses his money to help those in need. Responsive, understanding, noble. Sympathetic and supportive of others.

Sad, always sad. Keeps distance with others. Timid, not decisive.

“Wanderer”. It can be both a love of travel, and going to your own world, a rejection of earthly pleasures.

Shyness and rejection of love, in the name of something. Or vice versa, a refusal in the name of searching for the very one. Eternal loner.