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Essential Cabinets for Your Dream Dressing Room!

In this article, we will be we will be discussing about what are the various kinds of jewellery cabinets and how can they help you in organising your stuffs. Each cabinet serves some or the other purpose and therefore each one of them is important in their own way. Therefore, be ready to go through the exciting range of cabinets and choose the best one for you according to your needs and requirements.

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[written-in-wonder]

Wallpaper Toronto

Bedroom - mid-sized traditional wallpaper bedroom idea with pink walls

[thegridler]

Wallpaper Bedroom An illustration of a medium-sized traditional wallpaper bedroom with pink walls.

[protector-of-the-small]

Wallpaper Toronto

Bedroom - mid-sized traditional wallpaper bedroom idea with pink walls

[theyeartochange]

Bedroom - Traditional Bedroom An illustration of a medium-sized traditional wallpaper bedroom with pink walls.

[missbabyjay]

A Night Out - Pedro Pascal x F Reader

SMUT BABY SMUT

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I am so feral I don't know where this piece came from but I hope you all enjoy it lmao

Warnings/Content: Explicit, Smut, Domination, Rough, Unprotected sex (don't be silly, wrap your willy y'all), Age gap, Alcohol

Summary: You attend an event with Pedro to celebrate TLOU. When a stranger gets too close Pedro feels the need to show you that you're his, and only his.

Word Count: 2.6 K

I am taking requests <3

. . .

The sun was beginning to fade, letting you know your time was running short. You groaned, hesitating to begin getting ready. Doing your hair and makeup took effort that you couldn’t work up at the moment, and you didn’t even want to go out in the first place.

Pedro just finished filming, meaning there were many events for him to attend - for promo as well as celebration. You wanted to be a supportive girlfriend by attending the events with him, but you weren’t the going out type. You enjoyed staying in, cozying up in your housecoat with a cup of tea, of course, while you created your own reality through your passion for writing. You enjoyed being a homebody and so did Pedro at times, but things were different tonight. 

You finally pushed through the lack of motivation and found yourself propped up in front of the large mirror that resided in your washroom. You started with your hair, slicking it back into a tight, low bun. You followed by applying some light makeup - just enough to flatter your natural beauty. The event you were attending was formal, so you figured it would be fun to wear some jewellery that you didn’t typically reach for on a regular day. You grabbed a pair of long, dangly earrings. The diamonds shined as they were met with the bright lights of the bathroom. You struggled with a dainty necklace, but after a few tries you were able to open the clasp making you able to place it around your neck.

You were face to face with yourself in the mirror, analysing every feature. You felt a rush of confidence pour over you, and suddenly you felt excited to attend the party. You shimmied on your dress of choice - a short, all black, off the shoulder dress that hugged your curves oh, so perfectly. You paired the dress with some short heels and made your way to the kitchen. You were eager to see Pedro, knowing how weak his knees would become the second he saw you.

This was one of the first events you were attending with him since you began seeing each other. You felt your nerves rattle inside of you as you opened your liquor cabinet - “A drink should help,” you muttered to yourself. You grabbed the clear, stubby bottle of patron from the highest shelf, perched on your tippy toes. “Perfect”. You popped the cork off of the bottle and poured a generous serving into a low glass. You grabbed a few ice cubes from the fridge and popped them in the glass to mingle with the liquor. You thought about drinking it on the rocks for a second, as your nerves were bouncing off the walls, but maybe a mixer was in your best favour instead. 

The first sip graciously coated your throat, instantly calming your nerves. You were caught off guard when there was a pattern of knocks placed on your front door. “Pedro”, you lovingly said. You quickly downed the rest of your drink, hoping you wouldn’t regret that choice later on. The moment finally came; your clammy palms quickly grabbed for the cold door handle. Your face immediately became flushed as Pedro stood before you - he looked dashing. An all black suit covered him, tight enough that you could see his toned body popping through the sleeves. You couldn’t deny you felt yourself becoming heated in your sweet spot.

“Mi amor, you look so gorgeous,” he said in a husky tone, snapping you out of your daze. You blushed, as he reached his arm around your waist pulling you in to meet his soft, tender lips. You were expecting a friendly peck, but Pedro intensified the kiss while pulling you as close as he could possibly get you - yearning for the two of you to become one. His hand travelled to your ass, viciously gripping it, transferring a moan from your mouth to his. He finally pulled back, showing a cheeky grin after seeing the shocked look plastered across your face when you realised the two of you were practically standing in the hallway - visible to any passing neighbours. 

“C’mon sugar, we’ve gotta get going… the party started 20 minutes ago,” he said while rubbing the back of his neck. You giggled, hastily grabbing your purse and locking your front door. 

… 

The uber pulled to the curb in front of a condominium in Manhattan. When you exited the car your eyes followed up the tall, glistening building that towered over the street. “Wow,” you shockingly expressed. Pedro chuckled, “Here we are!” He gently grabbed your hand and led you towards the entrance. The party was far more glamorous than you had imagined - it was located on the rooftop of a high-class building. As you peered over the edge your eyes were met with the majestic skyline of New York City. The view was hypnotising. You weren’t from NYC originally, as you grew up in a small rural town, making this the first time you’ve seen a view like this. 

The party was crowded, you recognized a few faces; those who were a part of TLOU and others who were simply there to celebrate their successful friends. The warm summer night was paired with a light breeze causing enough goosebumps for you to nuzzle into Pedro. Eventually you parted ways making a trip to the open bar, “Props to whoever made this happen,” you mumbled as you set yourself up on a padded bar stool. You ordered a paloma, nice and simple for a beautiful summer night. You glanced around the party watching passionate conversations filled with laughter. You didn’t enjoy going out often but you enjoyed people watching - it soothes your soul.

You decided to enjoy your drink alone at the bar to give Pedro some time to catch up with his castmates. You caught a glimpse of Pedro and he sent you a little wink, making your cheeks heat up. You loved that man, and you especially loved how he wasn’t embarrassed to be in public with you. The two of you had a significant age gap, nothing worrying, but you figured most people would be judgy. Pedro felt the need to be your protector - he loved keeping you safe. 

As you were finishing up your drink you hopped off the stool and ordered another, alongside a beer to bring to Pedro. An arm wrapped around your waist making you jolt, as you turned your head you expected to see Pedro’s face but instead you met a stranger’ face, “Um- Can I help you?” you said as you removed yourself from the man’s hold. “What’s a pretty little girl like you doing at a party like this? I don’t see your face on any billboards,” he slurred, pushing a cocktail your way. You could smell the copious amounts of liquor he had obviously consumed. “I am here with my boyfriend. I appreciate the gesture but, no thank you,” you signalled “no” with your hand.

The man continued blabbering his mouth off until you were pulled aside - this time you knew it was Pedro. “Hey buddy, how about you leave my girlfriend alone,” Pedro’s voice filled with aggression while he tightly gripped you. “You’re the boyfriend? Pfft, yeah okay big shot,” the man said as he rolled his eyes and turned away from the two of you. Pedro’s grasp was still tight on you as he turned to you. “You okay, sugar?” his hot breath cascading across your neck, his grip still tight around your upper arm. He slipped his other arm around your waist pulling you close to him once again. Your eyes lingered between his chocolate brown eyes and his plush, pink lips. His arm travelled from your upper arm to your neck, keeping a tight grip around you.

You felt an intense ache begin between your legs, your cunt beginning to drip - moistening your tiny little panties. He came close to you once again, “I need you now,” he demanded. He forcefully led you towards the bathrooms, your knees instantly weakening making you struggle to keep up with Pedro. Typically this would not be your cup of tea, but these washrooms were elegantly decorated - pristine.

As soon as the two of you entered the small room Pedro locked the door. He viciously pushed you against the wall and began using his hands to explore your body. You were holding back moans in fear of anyone hearing while they passed the bathroom, although the party was rather loud. His hot, chiselled body was pressed tight against you, leaving no space between your chests. His hands travelled from your sides down to the bottom hem of your dress where he began to teasingly grip it, “I’m gonna show you that you’re mine, and only mine tonight,” he instructed while grazing his teeth against your neck. You could tell the incident from earlier made a wave of jealousy wash over him and you weren’t mad about it - you loved this side of him.

Your hands trailed upwards to his brown curls, twirling and gripping them between your fingers. Pedro moaned into your neck, he loved when you played with his hair. He finally lifted your dress, exposing your bottom half which was only covered with a lacy g-string. He growled as he looked down, raising his hand to grip your throat - his grip was even tighter than before. You gasped for air as he ran his pointer finger over your clothed pussy, feeling the wetness that had already accumulated, “already?” he tsked, as he pushed your panties to the side. His finger gently traced your folds, teasing you every second. “My hands look so good around you, mi amor” he hissed into the air. 

You couldn’t contain yourself as he held you by your throat and toyed with your sweet spot. You were loving every second of him dominating you; you loved Pedro’s sweetness but his roughness was your favourite. You were shocked when Pedro ripped off your panties in one swift motion, leaving a somewhat burning feeling against your skin - you enjoyed it. “Did that hurt?” he genuinely asked, “No,” you moaned out. No matter how rough Pedro was with you he always checked in on you, he was so sweet.

As you grasped at his shoulders to help keep you stable he inserted one single finger inside of you, slowly teasing away causing you to ache even more for him. “Fuck”, you let out hoarsly. Pedro smirked, “Such a little slut,” he taunted before quickly adding another finger. You felt your knees buckle beneath you as you ran out of energy to keep yourself standing. Pedro removed his fingers causing you to let out a disappointed moan. He lowered himself and placed your right leg over his shoulder. Your breath hitched as he looked at you from below, gliding his lips across your dripping core. You squirmed, causing Pedro to grip at your hips forcefully making you stay still - or at least attempting to. 

His tongue began to lap away at your folds, teasing your aching bud every once and a while until he decided to move his focus there. Your eyes squeezed shut as he circled his tongue around your sensitive area, causing a knot to start forming deep within your lower stomach. Your hips began to jerk against Pedro’s face, longing for more friction as you chased your orgasm. Pedro quickened the pace of his tongue, driving you to an out of body experience as your muscles tensed and you reached your high. 

Your skin tingled as you attempted to catch your breath, but Pedro didn’t give you a chance as he stood up and stuck the two fingers that he pleased you with into your mouth, forcing you to indulge in the taste of yourself. “Good girl,” he said as he removed your fingers and licked them himself, “you taste so good,” he praised. “Up,” he demanded as he signalled for you to jump, wrapping your legs around his waist as he gripped your ass. He led you to the counter and placed himself in between your wet thighs. You wondered where your underwear were for a second before Pedro pulled them from his pocket, “Gotta keep you quiet for this,” he purred as he smirked at you. Suddenly Pedro placed your dainty panties within your mouth, “Holy shit,” you thought to yourself as you nearly melted into a pile of nothing.

Pedro unbuttoned his clothing above his waist leaving his soft tanned skin exposed. You ran your fingers from his pecks to his waistline, swiftly helping him remove his belt. He pulled his pants as well as his boxers down just enough to expose his aching cock. You spared no time and took him into your hands, slowly massaging him as his head tilted downwards. He let out an animalistic growl, removing your hands and giving himself a few pumps before he lined himself up with your soaking wet core. He slid the tip of his cock in between your folds a few times; moistening himself with your sweet liquids. His eyes met yours and he filled you in one easy motion. You bit down on your panties, gripping the sides of the counter you sat upon. Pedro was generous, giving a few slow thrusts before he hastily picked up the speed of his movements. He gripped your hips allowing him to have more control of how your bodies moved together. You looked down to watch his cock disappearing inside of you, causing your eyes to roll as he hit the perfect spot. 

The sounds of your bare skin making contact filled the room and you felt overwhelmed with pleasure. Pedro grasped the back of your head bringing his forehead to yours, not once breaking eye contact as he mercilessly pounded your pussy. “Come for me again, sugar,” he demanded. He gripped your ass and slightly lifted you off the counter, allowing him to pull your bottom half closer to him every time he thrusted into you. Your arms held yourself up on the counter as you felt the rush of warmth reach your lower stomach once again causing you to lose all composure. You reached your climax causing you to scream out, thankfully the panties muffled it - slightly. 

You attempted to collect yourself as you came down, feeling Pedro’s thrusts becoming sloppier. You bit your lip while you stared him down knowing your eyes made him crazy, “Fuck baby, I-I’m gonna fill you up,” he stuttered, struggling to get his words out as he too was quick to reaching his high. “Come for me, daddy,” you purred, causing Pedro to send you a devilish smirk before he was pushed over the edge, closing his eyes as he threw his head backwards.

He remained in you for a moment while the both of you caught your breath. You removed your panties, “Damn baby”, you exclaimed. Pedro giggled at your reaction. He pulled out of you, allowing you to hop off the counter so you could clean yourself up. He placed a kiss on your temple, while the two of you readjusted yourselves, trying to fix your hair and makeup so nothing looked too off. “You are so good, princesa,” he cooed to you as he pulled you into a loving embrace, “I’m so lucky you’re mine”. You tighten your arms around his waist, placing a kiss on his chest.

You patted down your dress and slightly fixed your hair as Pedro peeked his head out of the door to see if the coast was clear. “We’re good to go,” he reached for your hand - intertwining your fingers with his. The two of you made your way to the bar, most definitely needing some hydration after that.

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[syubseokie]

all on my tongue (i want it) | khj

― pairing: kim hongjoong x pierced afab!reader ― genre: explicit, a lil fluff, idol au ― word count: 2.6k ― warnings: oral sex (m receiving), cum swallowing, pet names (baby, babe), reader has a tongue piercing, a hint of cockwarming ― summary: Your voice is coaxing but not demanding, and Hongjoong acquiesce to your siren call. Soon, the gentle prodding of your tongue bleeds into longer strokes and your lover shivers at the sensation. Yet, something feels different... OR The one where you surprises Hongjoong with a new tongue piercing ― notes: at the end.

"Do you think I'd suit a tongue piercing?"

The question is completely random and you had not even realised the words left your mouth until you noticed your sister stare at you with wide-eyes and an excited grin.

"Yes, oh my god!"

You hum, pulling a quick inhale on your vape, before asking, "Should we go get it done now?"

"Damn! Hongjoong only left last night and you're already spiralling." She teases. "Let me smoke this last cone and then we can go."

You wave your dismissively, thinking over the spontaneity of this afternoon's session with your sister and the upcoming event. It was not often your sister had a day off, but being that you were at home on your own for the next month, she decided to "pull a sickie" and crash your apartment; arms lined with snacks, a bag of the devil's lettuce, and her home-made gravity bong.

The sound of spluttered coughing brings you out of your quiet musing and you snort as she chugs back her fruit juice. "You good?"

She nods, a slight wheeze escaping her lips, before she reaches over to take a hit from your vape. You allow her to do so, stealing her drink and taking a gulp, before standing up and motioning her to follow. "Alright, let's go get a tongue piercing."

∞

"What are we getting today, hun?"

It suddenly hits what you're about to do as you fill in the consent form, and you hope your voice is clear of nerves when you reply, "Tongue piercing."

Once the form is completed and the payment finalised, you and your sister follow the piercer into a smaller room where she instructs you to sit on the edge of a black cushioned table. Your sister sits on a chair opposite you, playing absentmindedly with her own tongue bar, but you can see the excitement in her eyes as your piercer preps the required instruments.

"Don't be nervous," your sister chimes when she notices your gaze, "You're going to look so cool with it once it's done. And it doesn't even hurt!"

You glance at the clamp in the piercer's gloved grasp before looking back to your sibling. "You sure?"

She offers you a reassuring smile. "Trust me. The healing process is probably worse than the actual needle and it doesn't even take that long to heal either."

The piercer agrees, informing you of what to expect in the coming days and weeks as your tongue heals. They remind you to rinse your mouth daily with warm water and salt, and also advise what foods will be easier to eat during the next two weeks. "Are you ready?"

You inhale deeply, steeling your nerves. "Let's do it."

∞

Using the bathroom mirror, you stare at the cute barbell that sits on your tongue. After three-and-a-half weeks since your initial visit, you returned to the piercing studio to check the healing progression. You had spotted the light blue aurora borealis designed jewellery in the glass cabinet when you entered the store for your follow-up appointment, and after receiving the go ahead to change the piece to a slightly shorter bar, you requested the pretty one that had caught your eye.

Safe to say, you were very happy with your impulsive decision and you had a feeling your boyfriend would be too.

Speaking of...

The feeling of excitement (and, to be honest, relief) floods your system when you glance at your phone to see Hongjoong's text reminding you he and the members were finally back in the country. You do not consider yourself a needy partner, but you cannot deny how much you missed him — or at least being in the same time zone. Phone calls, voice notes, and sending tiktoks could only fill the gap of his missing presence so much, and you could not wait to wrap your arms around his frame once again.

Nor could you wait to wrap your tongue around his c—

The sound of his ringtone breaks through your thoughts, and you are quick to answer his call.

"Baby?"

A smile graces your features when you hear the familiar endearment, and you switch off the bathroom light before making your way into the living room. "Hi Joongie," you reply with a soft voice. "Are you out of the airport now?"

"I am. Did you want to come to our place or should I come to your apartment?"

You hum, mulling the options over. "I'm not too fussed. What's easier for you?" There is a bit of rustling on his end and you faintly hear Wooyoung's voice in the background.

"I'll come to your place," he decides. "I'll drop my things off first and shower before heading over. Is that okay?"

"Of course, love. Are you sure you're not tired, though? We can always see each other tomorrow or once you've settled back in. I'm not going anywhere, Joong."

Despite the tiredness you hear in his tone, he waves off your concern with assurance that he wants to see you. "I miss you."

His words make your chest flutter and you can't help but internally roll your eyes at how soft you are for him. "Alright then. I'll get some food sorted."

"You are heaven-sent. See you soon."

∞

It is just over an hour later when you hear the tell-tale sign of your apartment door opening, followed by the removal of shoes and Hongjoong's dulcet voice calling out for you. Having just finished whipping up a pot of stir-fry with whatever you had in your fridge, the aroma of a home cooked meal wafting through the air and the low sounds of lo-fi music welcomes your boyfriend into your place.

Quickly wiping your hands with a kitchen towel, you go to greet Hongjoong but his excitement to see you is palpable as he meets you halfway with a playful "Honey, I'm home!", before wrapping you in his embrace. You chuckle, allowing him to bury his head in your neck, and return his hug. His scent is familiar and overwhelming in the best of ways, solidifying his physical presence.

"I'm glad you're back," you murmur while gently running your fingers through his hair. "I missed you."

He responds with a low hum and his arms around you tighten just a fraction. "I missed you too. So much." He slightly loosens his hold enough to press a much-needed kiss to your lips, but before he can deepen the action, you pull away and offer him a knowing smile.

"Are you hungry? Food's ready."

He shakes his head and brings you back into his arms. "Not hungry right now. Not for food anyway." His mouth begins a trail from your collarbones, up your neck, and back towards your lips, his hands stationed in your hips to steady your wavering frame. "One month away from you is far too long."

You cannot help but sigh happily at the sensations he offers; tilting your head back to grant him access to your neck as he makes his way back down the opposite side. "You're being dramatic. It wasn't that bad. I'm sure you and your right hand became well acquainted again on the nights you really missed me."

Hongjoong huffs, his breath tickling your neck deliciously and you fight the urge to rub your thighs together because there was no way you were going to let him know just how much he was affecting you. God, you are so weak for him.

"While that's true," he says, his thumbs digging into your sides just a little deeper, making you emit a small, undignified sound, "It certainly doesn't beat the feeling of your tight pussy. Or your mouth."

His vulgar words stir something inside of you, and you quickly decide that food can definitely wait. "In that case," you hum, pushing him towards your sofa, "I have a surprise for you."

He responds with a single eyebrow raise before collapsing on the furniture as you settle on your knees in front of him. A knowing smirk plays on your lips when you see the outline of his semi pressing against the confines of his black jeans, and you waste no time in unzipping his pants and pulling him out of his briefs. A quiet hiss escapes his mouth once you begin stroking him gently, coaxing him into full hardness before placing a chaste kiss on the tip.

"Close your eyes, Joongie. Let me make you feel good."

Hongjoong does not argue; simply allowing his head to fall against the back of the chair and his eyes to flutter shut. Your touches are magic in the way he feels the tension in his muscles ease and a giant sigh mixed with relief and pleasure fall from his lips. Kitten licks from his tip down to the base are less of a teasing gesture and more of a warm up before the sound of you spitting into your palm and taking hold of his hard member makes his balls clench in anticipation. He moans softly and resists the urge to beg for your mouth. You know what he needs at this very moment, and all he has to do is enjoy it.

"Relax for me, baby."

Your voice is coaxing but not demanding, and Hongjoong acquiesce to your siren call. Soon, the gentle prodding of your tongue bleeds into longer strokes and your lover shivers at the sensation. Yet, something feels different—

With purpose, you flatten your tongue against Hongjoong's cock and drag it upwards in a painstakingly slow motion. His nostrils flare, and just as he opens his eyes to lock with yours, you swipe your muscle along the slit of the head, making sure he feels the piercing where you want him to.

"Holy fuck—" he gasps, staring at you in awe. "Baby, did you— fuck —did you get your tongue pierced?"

Your eyes twinkle in delight. Rather than respond verbally, you choose to focus on bringing your boyfriend to perfect absolution by taking him in your mouth and slowly pushing him down your throat. The sound he makes is one that has you clenching in excitement, and it isn't long before you feel his hands settle on the back of your head. You hum around his cock, the vibrations making him moan again, before dragging your lips and tongue back to the tip. You continue doing this in a relaxed manner for a few minutes, enjoying the sounds falling from your boyfriend’s lips, until you decide to up the ante by steadying your palms on his thighs and increasing your pace.

"Shit!"

Satisfied with his reaction, you carry on; occasionally meeting his dark gaze with your own, but never stopping. Even when you begin to feel that familiar dull ache in your jaw, you switch up your movements by including your hands to work in tandem with your mouth.

Hongjoong is in pure bliss. Soft pants and whispers of your name and how good you are drip in honey-covered ecstasy, and he believes that if the world were to end that moment, there is no other way he would go (except, maybe, between your thighs but semantics ). The sound of wet slurps mixed with the sensation of your pierced tongue and soft hands brings him closer to that just-out-of-reach high, but when you take him wholly in your mouth again — your nose pressing against his neatly trimmed pubic bone — and swallow, that high brushes against the frays of his sanity.

"Baby," he mutters with a choked gasp, "f-fuck, baby, I'm really—" another wheeze as his orgasm crawls up the base of his spine. "I'm really fucking close."

You do not pull back. In fact, your grip on his thighs tighten as you bob your head up and down his length with determination while maintaining eye contact. Drool leaks from the corner of your mouth with each push and pull, and there are unshed tears pooling in your waterline. You are not particularly fond of the mess that comes with giving head, but Hongjoong loves it messy and you love making him happy.

Hongjoong is at his wits ends and barely coherent when he tries to warn you. "Shit. Baby. I'm going to — f-fuck — I'm so close ." His words are desperate, body tense and breathing shallow. "Please, baby. Where? Where c-can I...?"

You pull back and take hold of his throbbing cock. Spews of curses and praise mixed with wet squelches resound loudly. You close your eyes and open your mouth with your tongue out.

The sight of the pretty coloured jewel sitting snugly on the awaiting muscle is enough to send Hongjoong over the edge.

A long, drawn-out groan is heard seconds before you taste the familiar thick, warm fluid. Your upper lip catches a bit of his release too and you eagerly swipe along its plushness. The pulsating member in your hand is a reminder that he is still going, and you teasingly stroke him until his whines signal his oversensitivity. Yet, even when he pleads your name with a warning hiss, you offer gentle kisses and soft licks to his softening cock.

—

Hongjoong shudders as exhaustion finally settles in. Normally, his stamina allows him to last a lot longer, but having gone without you than what is normal, he is not surprised at how quickly he succumbed to the pleasure of your warm mouth and knowing hands. Hongjoong does not know what nation he saved in his past life to have met you in this one, but as he watches you swallow his cum with a grateful sigh and a wistful smile, he wisely chooses not to question it. He is unsure how much time passes — though he suspects it has only been less than a few minutes — when you gently usher him to consciousness and hand him a hot bowl of the food you had prepared. There is another bowl in your hand for yourself, and he eagerly accepts the meal before gesturing to you to join him on the couch.

"Welcome home, Joongie."

Yeah. Hongjoong wisely chooses not to question it at all.

∞

A little something extra:

03:48am Buttcrack (Sister): A little birdy told me your boyfriend is home 👀 03:49am Buttcrack (Sister): Did you show him your piercing yet? 03:49am Buttcrack (Sister): What did he say? 03:51am Buttcrack (Sister): Helloooooo ??? 03:55am Buttcrack (Sister): Bro you better be dead or giving him head 03:57am You: It's literally crackhead hours wtf go to sleep 03:57am Buttcrack (Sister): What did Hongjoong say about your piercing? 03:58am You: Idk I was too busy sucking his dick 03:58am Buttcrack (Sister): Gross 03:58am Buttcrack (Sister): 🤢🤢🤢 03:59am You: gave him that hwak-TUH gawk gawk 3000 04:00am Buttcrack (Sister): brotha eugh 04:02am You: Fuck off I'm going back to sleep

Switching your phone to DND and placing it back on the charging dock, you curl back into Hongjoong's arms and close your eyes. His cock inside of you twitches and, despite the sensitivity you feel as a result of the activities that took place after your meal, you clench around him.

"Who were you texting?" Your boyfriend tiredly mumbles as he drags you on top of him.

"My sister."

He makes a humming noise and softly traces patterns along your bare back. "What did she want?"

"Wanted to know what you thought of my piercing. Told her I was too busy sucking your dick to ask." You answer, sleep dragging you into its warm embrace.

It is silent for a few moments. You are on the edge of fully succumbing to the land of dreams when Hongjoong's voice brings you back—

"Maybe I should get a tongue piercing."

―

fin.

a/n: hey, hi, hello!

uh…it's been a minute lol. and i'm an ateez girlie now (atiny wassuuuuuup)! i've had this sitting in the dungeons for a while after i spontaneously decided to get my tongue pierced at the start of this year when my partner visited their home country for a month. fun fact: all interactions with reader and reader's sister are actual conversations that transpired between my own sister and i (because she's the enabler out of all my siblings lmao). anywho, thought this would be a little fun thing to publish after two years of radio silence. i have been going through the trenches y'all and the imposter syndrome hit HARD when it came to my writing.

thank you so much for reading my work. i am always open to thoughts and feedback, so feel free to drop a like, reblog or leave me a comment!

please look forward to my other work ♡

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[disneyprincemuke]

it takes the whole house * fem!driver

logan holds up the dress, tilting his head as he glances at oscar. “is this really a first date worthy dress?”

“i don’t know. she chose it herself,” oscar shrugs, hand on his chin as he looks at the jewellery box. “hey, blythe?”

the younger girl hums, turning her head slightly. “what?”

“bracelet. yes or no?”

“sure!”

“stop talking!” rocky scolds, pulling away momentarily with a blush brush in her hands. “i can’t help you do your makeup if you’re constantly talking!”

blythe swats rocky’s hand and scoffs. “i said one word in the past 10 minutes!”

“that’s more than one now!”

“stop fighting!” ciara huffs, dropping a piece of blythe’s curled hair. she turns around and looks at the dress logan is holding. “what is that? why did you choose that?”

“i chose that!” blythe shrieks, snapping her head around to scowl at ciara. “it looks great!”

“no!” the youngest of the sisters holds out the curling wand. “one of you take over to curl blythe’s hair.”

“not it!” oscar screams.

“not– damn it!” logan stomps his foot into the ground. he shoots oscar a frustrated glare before he walks over to ciara. “give it to me.”

he snatches the curling wand from ciara’s hand and shakes his head disapprovingly as he starts to curl blythe’s hair. oscar joins ciara in digging through the closet for a new set of date clothes.

“this is your fault. you just had to have a shoulder injury and make us learn how to curl your stupid hair.”

rocky glares up at him. “curl blythe’s hair before i curl your hair.”

logan furrows his eyebrows and looks away, continuing to curl the young girl’s hair. “who are you going out on a date with anyway?”

“coworker,” rocky snorts. she tilts her head and presses her lips together. “kind of.”

blythe grins with a soft giggle. even through the makeup, logan could see the genuine blush creeping up on her cheeks. “he plays pro valorant too.”

“oh,” logan raises his eyebrows with a small smile. “wouldn’t that be weird?”

“why would it be weird?”

“cause you know,” logan trails off with a shrug. he glances at rocky, who catches his longing stare before resuming her application of makeup. “you guys are competing with another. wouldn’t that make it weird? and kinda complicated?”

blythe shrugs. “i guess. but it’s just a date. who knows where this will go?”

oscar hums, popping his head out of the closet momentarily. he scrunches his nose as he looks between rocky and logan. “as long as you’re happy, blythe.”

blythe looks at oscar through the mirror. “thanks, oz. you’re better than these two.”

“what? i haven’t even said anything,” rocky mutters, offended by her younger sister’s statement. blythe glances at her, raising her eyebrows slightly. “and i won’t even say anything. i’m just gonna do your makeup.”

ciara pops back out with a new dress in hand. “this is what you’re going to wear.”

rocky turns her head and scowls. “isn’t that a bit slutty?”

“that’s yours,” blythe points out.

rocky squints her eyes and looks at the dress a little closer. “what can i say — my fashion taste is impeccable despite being slutty.”

“word,” oscar mutters. “you send sebastian into a cardiac arrest every weekend in the paddocks.”

dalton walks in, looking up from his phone. “blythe’s date is here. he’s in the living room getting grilled by dad.”

blythe’s eyes widen. she turns to logan, then oscar with worry on her face. “you have to save my date!”

oscar stumbles out of the cabinet and nods. logan puts the curling wand down on the vanity and clicks his tongue. “let’s go, mate.”

“the white cardigan looks good with the dress,” oscar calls out to ciara one last time before disappearing into the hallway. “or maybe settle with the shrug.”

blythe waves her hands in the air at her sisters. “come on! quick! my date will never happen if logan and oscar can’t save him from papa!”

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[the-fiction-witch]

Criminals

Media The Artful Dodger

Character Jack Dawkins

Couple Jack X Reader

Rating CUTE

Warning For Hanging 

I walked the hot dusty Port Victory streets kicking the dust along with my boots, my case in hand as I walked. The sun slowly set on the horizon as I walked I noticed a couple of ladies on their way home with parasols in hand. They of course began to giggle,

"Good evening doctor dawkins," They cooed,

"Evening Ladies," I smiled as they passed me and I moved my hand quickly with my nibble fingers managing to snag the bracelet of the lady closest to me slipping it into my pocket,

Once I arrived back at the little house I headed in setting my bag by the door and emptying my pockets of chains, necklaces, coins and various other things I had picked up from my day hiding them in the small draw in the cabinet as I kicked my shoes off and set them on the rack, at the end of the month I'd empty the draw and sort things out but for now I just hid everything there. I hung up my coat and my hat by the door and headed through the house finding it mostly empty, so I headed up to the bedroom and smiled as I saw her there.

Y/n stood in the bedroom looking at herself in the full-length mirror, dressed in her tall boots, stockings, bloomers, and black dress with very little petticoats honestly I wasn't convinced she was wearing a crinoline at all, her corset laced right and her black button dress over her, as she slowly braided her Y/H/C hair,

I smiled and went over wrapping my arms around her waist and peppering kisses up her pale neck,

"ohh... Hello Jack," She laughed,

"Hello, sugar," I smiled, "Don't you look beautiful,"

"Aww thank you, well you always look handsome," she cooed stroking my chin and bringing our lips together for a sweet and perfect kiss,

"You flatter me, you are far too sweet sugar," I told her rubbing my nose on hers,

"I do my best, how was work?"

"Fine, sneed being sneed, a few surgeries, got locked up in the morgue for a while so I'm sorry for being late home,"

"It's alright, dinner on the stove for you,"

"Oh? Ahhh I see." I nodded, "I should have guessed, So? where are you off to looking so beautiful?"

"Going to bridge with the girls,"

"Aww alright, you enjoy yourself, Y/n," I smiled kissing her cheek, "Maybe as you're going out I might pop out and play some cards for a bit,"

"Of course, you go enjoy yourself, Jack," she smiled as she finished with her hair, "Don't wait up,"

"You either," I told her,

She nodded and we shared another kiss before she headed out, I had myself some dinner and changed my shirt grabbing my lucky coin as well as some cash to go down the cat and bagpipes for the evening.

I headed through the dark woods the only light the gentle glow from the moon, my black cloak around my black dress to keep me and myself concealed. I reached my usual spot out by the graveyard and I opened up the small chest I hid under a tree I covered my face with the cloth inside and pulled up my hood to hide my Y/H/C hair, and I grabbed my pistol making sure it was loaded, I watched the horses pull the coach along through the darkness. So I made sure I was hidden before I out onto the road pointing my pistol at the driver. He panicked and pulled the carriage over, so I opened the door and pointed my pistol at the canoodling couple who both screamed.

"You're money. or your life," I told them putting on my rough voice,

"Ahh! Okay okay!" The man said handing me his money,

"And you madam," I demanded,

"I don't have any money- Please please- take my necklace!" She said handing it quickly over to me,

"Thank you kindly, you have a pleasant evening," I smirked taking it with me and disappearing back into the dark woods letting the coach go and waiting for the next one. This went on all night pulling over any carriage or horse that seemed worth my time once my bag was full of jewellery and cash I put my pistol back in hiding and headed home leaving my cloak by the door and hiding my bag of cash in my hat box. I headed inside and saw the kitchen was flickering with light so I headed in and saw Jack having some water,

"Awww Hello Jack," I smiled going and cuddling him,

"Awww Hi sugar, how was Bridge?"

"Lovely as always," I kissed him, "how were the cards?"

"Good, I made seventeen pounds,"

"Ooohh my clever boy,"

"Aww thank you, I would have made more but Darius was being a cunt,"

"I don't know why you play with him," I rolled my eyes,

"Cause he has money," he laughed, "But I'm just having a drink to keep the hangover off, Are you ready for bed?"

"Very ready for bed," I nodded, "I'll see you up there," I smiled kissing him before I headed up to the bedroom,

"You think I could get a cuddle before bed too?" He called,

"If you're fortunate Jack,

I headed home with a wide smile on my face, it had been an easy day at the hospital and my pockets were heavy with my cut from the recent heist of the governor's estate, I had a plan for the cash of course I'd finally get my lovely Y/n a pretty ring, it was only right after so long together. I always promised her I would, and honestly, I had been saving up for a while I wanted to get her something truly impressive. I arrived home and emptied my pockets as usual hanging my coat and hat by the door before heading up to see her in the bedroom once more fixing her hair from a bath.

"Awww there you are sugar," I smiled kissing her head, "Dressed up again?" I asked noticing her black dress,

"It's Tuesday,"

"Yes... of course Tuesday bridge. Silly me," I chuckled, "But... maybe tomorrow when we both get up maybe we could go out?"

"Ohh where? it's your day off don't you usually just want to become a little bed slug?"

"I know, but maybe... after a little while of bed slugging, did you wanna go out?"

"Aww, I'd love to Jack, where are you going to take me then?"

"I thought maybe... down to the jewellers?"

"...Wait... really!"

"Yeah really!"

"I'd love you!" She squealed hugging me tightly, "You mean it?"

"I do, I have plenty saved up to get you something lovely, and as you're off to bridge... I might even pop down the cat and bagpipes and see if I can worm my way into a few more pounds to get you a nice box for your ring too?"

"Well I can-"

"No. I told you. I'm paying for this I don't want you using your savings for us,"

"Fine, but I get you to buy our wedding rings,"

"That's a deal sugar," I cooed kissing her sweet lips, "So tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow, I can't wait." She smiled, "See you later,"

"Have fun,"

We shared another kiss before she headed off for her bridge game, I smirked and took my cash to get sorted for tomorrow.

I grabbed my pistol as I pulled my hood over my head watching the carriage get closer, I jumped out from the trees and forced the driver to pull over, then I forced open the door but I was taken back as I saw Captain Gains with guards all with their pistols on me,

"Shit-" I began trying to bolt but the guards rushed out and grabbed me disarming me and dragging me kicking and screaming at the Captain,

"Well, well, The shadow of port victory," he said as he pulled back my hood and cloth to see my face, "... not what I expected I admit. But your time of judgment has come young lady,"

"Fuck you!" I yelled,

"Take her away." He demanded,

I headed home with a wide smile my pockets heavy with cash after a good night at the cat and bagpipes almost doubling my money for tomorrow, I hid it away and headed upstairs expecting to see Y/n in bed already given how late I got back but... no. Hu... that's odd she's normally back by now? Maybe she got held up or something?

I got changed and got into bed wrapping myself up even if I did feel lonely without her here to cuddle, but I'm sure she'll be home soon.

I woke up very strangely mostly the alcohol I imagine sitting up in bed with a yawn, "Good Morning Sugar" I cooed as I stretched, but I looked over and saw the bed empty, "Y/n?" I asked, "Y/n?" I asked again but nothing I got up out of bed and wandered the small house checking every room and calling out to her but she wasn't here... where... where is she?

I sat angrily in a cell, I was so angry I was caught but I felt this horrible sadness in my stomach. Jack would wonder where I was, he would have no idea where I'd gone... it would probably break his heart, that we had planned to go out and buy our engagement ring and I suddenly ran off never to return, He'd think I left him. I wish I could just see him, just speak to him one more time to tell him how much I adore him... but I know I am going to the rope. I had tried asking for a doctor in the hope they'd send him but they always said they'd fetch Sneed and I didn't trust him to tell Jack, I wanted to ask for Jack to ask to see him but I was worried they would think he was involved with me and thus get him hung alongside me. Besides we were unmarried so I had no right to see him even if I begged to.

Soon enough Captain Gains came to me and stood outside my cell he began with the paperwork his pen scribbling along my papers,

"Any final confession?"

I spat in his face,

He wiped it away and glared at me before he called his guards, who opened the cell and forced me out, "A rainy day today, and as always we make sure to hang twice. Just to be sure." He smirked before they dragged me out.

I walked the rainy streets still looking for Y/n, I had been asking all over Port Victory but no one had seen her, I even checked at the hospital just in case something happened or if she'd gone there looking for me, I was so confused... why would Y/n just disappear like this? it's not like her, much less when we had such lovely plans. The thought... had crossed my mind that she might have... But she wouldn't! surely... surely she wouldn't. Even so, all her things were still at home, and her savings jar was still in the pantry. Nothing pointed to her leaving, so I was worried she had gotten hurt somehow. I heard a bunch of hangings going on but I didn't pay much attention still asking around the market if anyone had seen her, I found Charlie a young street boy who I'd saved his leg some months back, he was at the front watching the hangings.

"Hi, Charlie,"

"Hi doctor Dawkins," He nodded,

"You uhh you haven't happened to see Y/n have you?"

"Y/n? Your misses?"

"Yes, my misses," I chuckled,

"Isn't she up there?" he asked pointing to the gallows,

I looked up through the dark rainy clouds that gave the day a blue hue, on the wooden gallows I saw her... and my blood ran cold, she stood in her black dress, her Y/H/C hair a mess, her hands chained, and the noose around her neck. I was breathless and panicked, but before I could even open my mouth the floor dropped-

I couldn't look, I turned away unable to face watching that swan-like neck snap my eyes flooded with tears, I could barely face it but I looked up and saw her neck hadn't snapped, she was slowly struggling for breath.

But I wasn't going to let her die, I saw a guard so grabbed the bottle I keep on me at all times... just in case things go wrong, I doused a rag and sealed it over his nose and mouth forcing the pistol from his belt as he dropped to the floor, I lined it up and fired one shot breaking the rope she hung from causing the crowd to scream and panic. I bolted over and managed to catch her before she hit the ground,

"Hi sugar," I cooed,

"Hi Jack," She coughed as she got teary holding me tightly I gave her a tight squeeze back,

"Let's get out of here," I told her holding her hand and keeping the pistol as we bolted through the street together, "Why were they hanging you!"

"Long story!"

"Well now or never sugar!"

"Ughh well... you know those reports in town about a shadow highwayman?"

"what the stranger mugging coaches outside of town?"

"Yes."

"what about him?"

"I am him."

"... Ohh..."

"Yeah..."

"...Hu.... Well, if we are being honest, you know all the pickpocketing and thievery been going on?"

"yes?"

"yeah... me."

"Ohh... I was curious why you weren't concerned about that," She laughed,

"We are both criminals,"

"Hardly. you're a pickpocket, I'm a highway girl at most were... moral lacking,"

"They'll still hang us!"

"Good point," she laughed, "What's the plan?"

"Get home, get all the loot I've saved up. Hop on the next boat out of port victory."

"We can take mine too, get us stable and sorted," she nodded,

We quickly got home and immediately we packed up our things, the small trinkets we couldn't bare leave, some clothes and both of our stocks of loot all together we had more than another to get out of port victory, enough to find somewhere new and to start a new life happily.

We loaded ourselves up and we shared a sweet kiss,

"I love you so so much, Y/n,"

"I love you more Jack," She cooed "Let's get out of here,"

"Don't have to tell me twice," I smirked holding her hand as we quickly left before anyone could come after us giving her hand a good squeeze confident I was never letting her go again.

[lil-luvxo]

GRAYSON LYRA HEADCANNONS IR FANFICS PLSSS

CAN I HAVE THIS DANCE?

this is my first fic EVER so excuse if its bad but here is a little oneshot of grayson and lyra before a ball 💗

pairing: first person lyra kane x grayson hawthorne

warnings: just kinda cutesy, mentions of kissing, suggestive at the end (sorry, not sorry)

word count: 989

"Gray! Can you come and help me please!” I shout from inside our cavernous walk-in wardrobe. I stare back at myself in the mirror, admiring the beauty of my floor length ball gown. It was beautiful. A dusty, shimmering green was the colour of the bodice, with a make-shift tree branch spreading diagonally across my chest made from light brown diamonds - the sleeves were thick straps and puffy. It spread into a long, full, cream tulle skirt, with the green leaking through in sections. It was decorated with golden illustrations of light leaves, trees and flowers. I hear footsteps padding down on the wooden floors and see his face appear in the mirror behind me. He was wearing a tailored suit with a white shirt, green vest the same colour as my dress and black bow and tie. A flower was pinned to the pocket of his jacket. He stopped in his tracks, as if restricted by a heavy gust of wind. 

“Zip me up?” I say softly as I look back at his eyes, filled with something I couldn’t put my finger on. Love? Desire? I couldn’t tell as I could get lost in his eyes for hours, a labyrinth of blues and greys and beauty. He saunters over, never taking his eyes off mine but I break it to look back in the mirror. 

“You are breathtaking.” He says from behind me. He presses a soft kiss to my cheek as he whispers another sweet nothing in my ear, his breath tickling my neck. 

“You look stunning, sweetheart” he utters, wrapping his arms around my torso. 

“You don’t scrub up too bad either, Hawthorne boy.” I say playfully, placing my hands atop of his. He moves his hands around my body to my back grabbing the bottom of the zip but instead of pulling it upwards, he splays his hands out onto my back and his fingers lingering on to the side of my body as he slowly bends down and forward to rest his head on my shoulder. I lift my hand to the side of his face, chuckling, and lightly run my fingers up and down the area of his jaw and cheek. 

“Are you getting deja vu already? I remember the masquerade ball where we danced for the first time - it was the first time I had danced in years” I express laughing lightly. 

“No deja vu yet, but can you promise me a dance later?” He says, a soft smile blooming across his face as he looks up at me, that same look in his eyes. 

“You have a deal, handsome. But don’t worry, I won’t run circles around you.”

“You are ten times a better dancer than I am, love. Remember, if you need me, just come over and pull your ear.” This was something we’d created. At my first Hawthorne event as the Grayson Davenport Hawthornes girlfriend, I was in a number of awkward conversations about business. Our secret language was just incase anything else happened and either one of us wanted to leave. 

“I know, honey” I retort and I feel his hands creep away from my side and zip up my dress. He places his hands on my hips and presses a kiss to the back of my head and grabs my hand spinning me into his arms. I let out a sharp gasp from the shock. Only I had my mask on, yet both mask were a deep gold with a forest green lace around the border and eyes with brown shining gems dotted below and on the lace. The only difference was that mine had the brown gems hanging below the mask, giving the illusion of golden tears whilst his didn’t. His arms encircle my waist. 

“You, Mister, are missing something.” I break free of his grip and grab the mask off of the jewellery cabinet in the centre of out closet as his gaze follows me a total of three steps. I gesture with my finger for him to spin around, and when he obeys I stand up on the bench in our closet, place the mask over his eyes and tie the ribbons in a knot at the back of his head, running my hands through his soft hair as I do so. Once, I finish he spins around and slips an arm around my waist, lifts me up and places me softly on the ground; I loop my arms around his neck and his hands find my hips again. Our eyes meet and its like fire, 2 flames soaring - defying the impossible - that no one dares to extinguish because it was providing warmth and comfort, even for the flames. Before I can even break eye contact, his lips are on mine, my hands moving up his neck, exploring his face and finally bury themselves in his hair. His hands move and up and down my back and land with one hand over my hair at the base of my neck and the other buried in my hair as the kiss deepened. Soon enough, I hear orchestral music floating upstairs like heat rising. Grayson breaks the kiss and pulls me back so that we are eye to eye once again and whispers ,

“I think we are going to be late to the party, Miss Lyra Catalina Kane.” I give his another quick peck on the lips before intertwining my arm in his and beginning to walk out the door of the closet and towards the stairs. 

“I might need help taking this dress of later - wouldn’t want to ruin the beauty of it.” I whisper quietly, but with passion as we descend the stairs. 

“I’ll be there,” he whispers back as I stifle out a silent laugh. As we reach the bottom of the stairs, he spins to face me and says the words I’ve been wanting to hear all night, 

“May I have this dance, Miss Kane?”

this is the inspo I used for lyra's dress

I'll try and do my other reqs tomorrow 🤞 but I hope you enjoyed this!!

[aestheticinteriorsanddecor]

2 Piece Set Taylor x Nikita White Dressing Table

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4 Reasons Why Women Believe The Jewellery Cabinet Is The Epitome Of Bedroom Furniture

The jewellery cabinets come in various size, design and colour and serve different purposes depending upon their usage. So, if you too are someone looking for a sophisticated and stylish bedroom, then this article is absolutely for you. Here, we will discuss why women consider jewellery cabinets to be an essential part of every bedroom.

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[saa-na]

spring... i have my window open with my underwear drying in front of it (i don't like to hang underwear in the drying room). i did laundry, greased the chains of my bike and have been slowly throwing out stuff i've been holding onto and forgetting every day. like my plastic costume jewellery and some glass jars and dried out art supplies. i washed the cabinet doors and walls in the kitchen. next i need to plant some of the plants i've been propagating over winter and bring my spring jackets down. and vacuum and wash the floors thoroughly. wipe the glass door and the mirrors. windows i won't be washing... i like how the light looks when the windows are dusty. and i might take the bike out for a spin today.

[nottinghillhq]

welcome to notting hill, alyssa, heather, len and rachael. we're super excited to have you here, you've got twenty four hours to send in your accounts!

KARLA SOUZA. SHE/HER / have you ever heard of FEEL by fletcher, well, it describes CATALINA DE LEON to a tee! the thirty-six-year-old, and LAWYER was spotted browsing through the stalls at portobello road market last sunday, do you know them? would you say SHE is more blunt or more INTELLIGENT instead? anyway, they remind me of overfilling laundry bag, stack of file boxes, messy sheets, a glass of scotch after a long day and restless nights maybe you’ll bump into them soon! [ ALYSSA / SHE/HER / PST ] DYLAN O'BRIEN. HE/HIM / have you ever heard of WOULD ANYONE CARE by citizen , well, it describes ATTICUS MCCLAIN to a tee! the thirty year old, and MUSIC PRODUCER was spotted browsing through the stalls at portobello road market last sunday, do you know them? would you say HE is more hot-headed or more MUSICALLY-INCLINED instead? anyway, they remind me of missed calls at 2 am, ripped up denim jeans, loud music, clenched fits and fighting outside of bars, maybe you’ll bump into them soon! [ ALYSSA / SHE/HER, PST ] LANA CONDOR. SHE + HER / have you ever heard of FLOWERS by miley cyrus, well, it describes MEI XUAN to a tee! the 26 year old, and MUSICIAN/JEWELLERY MAKER was spotted browsing through the stalls at portobello road market last sunday, do you know them? would you say SHE is more influenced or more OPTIMISTIC instead? anyway, they remind me of fresh flowers in every single room replaced weekly, all things pink and fluffy, brightly coloured sunnies perched atop her head and driving the neighbours crazy with constant drumming, maybe you’ll bump into them soon! [ HEATHER / SHE + HER / 30+ / GMT ] PAUL RUDD. HE + HIM / have you ever heard of THE HEAT IS ON by glen frey, well, it describes STEPHEN MEYER to a tee! the 50 year old, and BAND MANAGER was spotted browsing through the stalls at portobello road market last sunday, do you know them? would you say HE is more demanding or more GOOFY instead? anyway, they remind me of designer suits, a list of directions followed by a laugh and a joke, crockery purchased but never used and a bin pilled high with takeout containers, maybe you’ll bump into them soon! [ HEATHER / SHE + HER / 30+ / GMT ]

AARON TAYLOR-JOHNSON. HE + HIM / have you ever heard of novocaine by the unlikely candidates, well, it describes FITZGERALD BIRD to a tee! the twenty-eight year old petrol station attendant was spotted browsing through the stalls at portobello road market last sunday, do you know them? would you say he is more defensive or more resourceful instead? anyway, they remind me of cigarette burns in the upholstery of an old, second-hand couch, a stack of dog-eared paperbacks collecting dust on a cluttered nightstand, a folded up wad of cash in a half-crushed pack of cigarettes, a fifth in wrinkled brown paper bag, old, pilled sweaters from the salvation army, maybe you’ll bump into them soon! [ LEN / HE + THEY / 29 / EST ]

RYAN DESTINY. SHE + HER / have you ever heard of the liars club by coheed and cambria, well, it describes REMY GOLD to a tee! the twenty-eight year old, socialite and influencer was spotted browsing through the stalls at portobello road market last sunday, do you know them? would you say she is more spoiled or more flirtatious instead? anyway, they remind me of champagne flutes arranged neatly in a cabinet, an illuminated mirror framing a product-packed vanity, a closet stuffed with every piece of clothing imaginable, and the smell of chanel no. 5 , maybe you’ll bump into them soon! [ RACHAEL / SHE + THEY / 30 / EST ]

BRUNA MARQUEZINE. SHE + HER / have you ever heard of mama’s gun by glass animals, well, it describes BEATRIZ ‘BEA’ BARBOSA to a tee! the twenty-seven year old, ballerina and burlesque dancer was spotted browsing through the stalls at portobello road market last sunday, do you know them? would you say she is more private or more playful instead? anyway, they remind me of leotards used as everyday wear, smudged red lipstick on the corner of your jaw, feathers that have come loose from an array of boas, and the smell of cigar smoke , maybe you’ll bump into them soon! [ RACHAEL / SHE + THEY / 30 / EST ]

ANDY BIERSACK. HE + HIM / have you ever heard of crown of thorns by black veil brides, well, it describes KARMICHAEL ASHLEY ‘KASH’ BRONSON to a tee! the thirty-two year old, freelance artist was spotted browsing through the stalls at portobello road market last sunday, do you know them? would you say he is more temperamental or more helpful instead? anyway, they remind me of tattoo-covered skin, a collection of leather jackets despite having a favorite one, a blonde streak in the front of his hair, an unhealthy amount of batman t-shirts, and the smell of ink , maybe you’ll bump into them soon! [ RACHAEL / SHE + THEY / 30 / EST ]

[nobility-art]

Marie Antoinette and Her Children

Artist: Élisabeth Vigée Le Brun (French, 1755-1842)

Genre: Portrait

Date: 1787

Medium: Oil on Canvas

Collection: Palace of Versailles, Versailles

In 1785, by order of Louis XVI, the office of royal households commissioned this important portrait of Marie Antoinette from Vigée Le Brun, the first woman to attain the rank of painter to the king.

The painting shows Marie Antoinette wearing a red velvet gown with sable lining. Her younger son, the future Louis XVII, is sitting on her lap and her daughter, Marie-Thérèse, is leaning on her arm. Her elder son, Louis-Joseph, the Dauphin at the time, is near the empty cradle, intended for her younger daughter, Sophie-Béatrice, who died before the painting's completion.

The painting is heavy with symbolism. Its overall composition is inspired by Renaissance depictions of the Holy Family, as advised by Jacques-Louis David, a notable contemporary painter. There are additional references more personal to Marie Antoinette, such as the Hall of Mirrors of Versailles behind her, or the dress she is wearing, which is reminiscent of one Marie Leszczyńska wore in a portrait. There is also a jewellery cabinet on the right, which evokes the story of Cornelia, an ancient Roman who famously said her children were her jewels. This last reference serves to emphasize Marie Antoinette’s image as a mother, placing her own children above material concerns like jewels, especially in the wake of the Diamond Necklace scandal.

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7 Ways to Add Hidden Storage to Your Built In Wardrobe

A well-organised wardrobe can make a significant difference in the ease of your daily routine and the overall appearance of your living space. However, finding enough storage space can be challenging, especially if your wardrobe is already packed to the brim. Fortunately, there are numerous clever ways to add hidden storage to your built in wardrobes Sydney, allowing you to maximise every inch without sacrificing style or accessibility. From utilising overlooked spaces to incorporating multi-functional furniture, here are seven innovative ideas to help you create a more organised and efficient wardrobe.

Utilise the Back of Doors

Over-the-Door Organisers: Invest in over-the-door organisers that can hold shoes, accessories, or even toiletries. These are easy to install and keep items within easy reach. Look for clear pockets or stylish fabric options that match your wardrobe's aesthetic.

Pegboards and Hooks: Mount pegboards or hooks on the inside of wardrobe doors. This can be perfect for hanging jewellery, scarves, belts, or ties, freeing up shelf and drawer space. You can customise the pegboard with various hooks and accessories to suit your specific needs, making it a versatile solution.

Mirror with Storage: Consider installing a mirror with hidden storage behind it on the inside of the wardrobe door. This can be a great place to store small items like makeup, jewellery, or other accessories. It combines functionality with a sleek, modern look.

Incorporate Pull-Out Shelves and Drawers

Pull-Out Shelves: Installing pull-out shelves can make items stored at the back easily accessible. These shelves can be designed to fit your wardrobe dimensions, ensuring no space is wasted. They are particularly useful for storing shoes, bags, or folded clothes that are difficult to reach.

Hidden Drawers: Hidden drawers within larger compartments can store smaller items like socks, undergarments, or accessories. These can be tucked away behind a sliding panel or a false front, adding an element of surprise and sophistication. Drawers with soft-close mechanisms can also prevent items from getting disorganised.

Tiered Sliding Trays: For an added layer of organisation, consider tiered sliding trays that stack within a single drawer. These trays can help categorise items such as jewellery, makeup, or even office supplies if your wardrobe doubles as a workspace.

Add a Secret Compartment

False Bottoms and Panels: Create a false bottom in a drawer or add a secret panel at the back of a shelf. This space can be used to store valuables or items that are not frequently needed but still need to be accessible. These compartments can be particularly useful for storing important documents, cash, or sentimental items.

Hidden Boxes: Integrate boxes into the back of shelves or at the bottom of hanging spaces. These boxes can blend seamlessly with the wardrobe design, providing a hidden spot for important documents or personal items. You can use decorative boxes that match your wardrobe’s interior for a cohesive look.

Compartmentalised Shelves: Design shelves with built in compartments that are concealed by removable panels. This approach allows you to create several small hidden spaces within a larger shelf area, perfect for storing smaller items discreetly.

Use the Ceiling Space

Overhead Storage: Consider adding shelves or cabinets at the top of the wardrobe, close to the ceiling. These can store seasonal clothing, extra bedding, or items that are not used daily but still need a dedicated space. Utilising the height of your wardrobe can significantly increase your storage capacity.

Suspended Baskets: Utilise baskets or bins that can be suspended from the wardrobe ceiling. This method keeps items off the main shelves and makes use of vertical space that is often overlooked. Opt for clear or labelled baskets to make finding items easier.

Hanging Rods: Install additional hanging rods higher up in the wardrobe for storing items like scarves, belts, or even hats. These rods can be retracted when not in use, keeping the main space clutter-free.

Install Hidden Hooks and Racks

Retractable Hooks: Install retractable hooks that can be pulled out when needed and tucked away when not in use. These are great for hanging items temporarily without cluttering the main storage areas. They can be used for anything from hanging outfits for the next day to organising bags or hats.

Hidden Racks: Consider hidden racks that slide out from behind a panel. These can be used for hanging ties, belts, or even lightweight clothing, making use of narrow spaces. You can also use these racks for hanging delicate items that need to be kept separate from the rest of your wardrobe.

Magnetic Strips: Install magnetic strips on the sides of your wardrobe to hold metal items like scissors, tweezers, or even small tools. This keeps them easily accessible yet out of sight.

Make Use of Dead Space

Corners and Gaps: Often, corners and narrow gaps are underutilised. Custom-made corner shelves or rotating carousels can maximise these areas, making them functional and accessible. These solutions are ideal for storing shoes, bags, or even books and other accessories.

Behind Hanging Clothes: The space behind hanging clothes can be equipped with slim shelves or racks. This can be ideal for storing flat items like purses, shoes, or even folded clothing. You can also use this space for additional hanging rods for smaller items.

Under Shelf Baskets: Install baskets that hang from the bottom of existing shelves. These can provide additional space for storing smaller items without taking up too much room. They are perfect for storing items like gloves, hats, or even small electronics.

Incorporate Furniture with Hidden Storage

Storage Benches and Ottomans: If space allows, include a storage bench or ottoman within the wardrobe area. These pieces can provide seating and additional hidden storage for bulky items like blankets or seasonal clothes. They are also great for putting on shoes or simply as a place to sit and organise your wardrobe.

Multi-functional Furniture: Opt for furniture pieces with built n storage, such as beds with drawers underneath or nightstands with hidden compartments. These can be seamlessly integrated into the wardrobe space, providing extra storage without adding clutter. You can also find dressers with hidden compartments or tables with lift-top storage.

Convertible Furniture: Consider furniture that can change function, such as a mirror that opens to reveal a storage cabinet or a desk that transforms into a storage unit. These versatile pieces can maximise your space and keep your wardrobe area tidy and organised.

By incorporating these hidden storage solutions, you can transform your built in wardrobe into a highly efficient and organised space. Each idea offers a unique way to maximise storage without compromising on design or functionality, ensuring that every inch of your wardrobe is utilised to its full potential. With a little creativity and the right solutions, you can keep your wardrobe clutter-free and stylishly organised.