#swarovski buttons

[aworldofpattern]

Lil Nas X at the Met Gala 2024, wearing custom LUAR.

The outfit is embellished with 56,000 Swarovski crystals.

[styleforklossy]

february 1, 2024 / miami, florida

while attending an event for chase bank on miami beach, karlie kloss wore:

— Velvet Canyon, “The Poet” - $235

— Cartier, “D’amour Necklace” - $2,210

— Swarovski, “Vittore Ring” - $85

— Briony Raymond, “Skinny Sloan Ring” - $2,200

— Max Mara, “Cotton Poplin Shirt” - $425

— Weekend Max Mara, “Linen Canvas Trousers in Sand” - $350

— Chanel, “Classic Black Lambskin Quilted Chevron Envelope Flap Bag”

— Dior, “J'Adior Slingback Flat” - $990

[rougeaerie]

Outfit Rundown: JSK, Headdress: Metamorphose temps de fille Shoes, Feathers, Choker: Alice and the Pirates Blouse: Atelier Pierrot Corset, Sleeves (not visible): Abilletage Socks: Innocent World Other jewellery: Omnia, Bloodmilk

Point of Coord: "The Wild Swans" by Hans Christian Andersen

I'm weirdly proud of how well I tied the waist ties beyond my back without looking yesterday. This is the coord I chose for a fairytale zine (my fairytale is "The Wild Swans").

This was originally going to be (part of) my wedding ensemble, which COVID totally delayed and then cancelled. I embellished the dress with hotfix Swarovski rhinstones in AB and Opal finish, and also modified the front and the blouse. The dress' chest bow was unstitched and transferred to brooch backs to be worn over the blouse, and the blouse had button holes added in front and back, so it can be worn off-shoulder with the straps threaded through.

I may post the front photos another time, but I'm still working on my entry (swans to draw!), so that won't be today.

[savagewildnerness]

Stop everything! Armand & Daniel by wonderful @toriangeli have arrived safe & sound! (Daniel had lost his shoe on his travels, but Armand helped me put it back on for him!) and OH MY WORD, they are BEYOND magnificent! Just look how glorious they are! Daniel’s AC/DC tee! Both of their hair! They have such character & personality! Also: appropriately- Armand looks at you like “Love me? Please? 🥺” Never fear! I SHALL, Armand!!!!

Well, my new wondrous Devil’s Minion; prepare for adventure, and for LOTS of hugs!!

I can’t get over how alive they are! I love them so much!

I recommend someone buys Claudia -

…because if you don’t, I will be doing so when I can afford to! I need every vampire in the future: Lestat & Louis & Nicolas & Claudia & Gabrielle & Marius & Maharet & Mekare & Benji & Sybelle & Pandora & Akasha & Enkil & oh myyy! Well, let’s covet Lestat & Nicolas to add to my divine duo first shall I! (& maybe a wee wolf???!?! 😍😍😍😍😍)

Thank you SO much @toriangeli !!!!!!!

[babyjakes]

dreamy undoing.

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event | april '23 ddlg-themed blurb night

summary | when you need it most, ransom knows exactly how to clear out your pretty little head.

pairing | daddy!ransom drysdale x little!reader

warnings | ddlg. soft sweet doting daddy!ransom. toys: warming cream, clit pump, vibe, butt plug. fingering. soo much praise, a little dumbification, lots of "shhhhh"s which are my favorite hehe <3. reader cries a little but only due to pleasure. reader is tied up. multiple orgasms, squirting.

word count | 1,517

requested by 🫧 anon | Life has been so stressy lately and I just know that Daddy Ari or Daddy Andy (or any Daddy you feel like writing!) would put together the perfect plan to wipe all the stressy thoughts from their little one’s brain. Daddy would make sure she feels all safe and little first, and then maybe tie her up to show her some new toys he got for her as he tells her that he’s going to use them to make all her stress go away. By the end, all she can do is come and squirt over and over and over again as daddy makes her make a big big mess.

an | ohh bestie i'm so glad you sent in a toy request, i have been craving a good toy fic and this was perfectly timed for blurb night!! hope it's alright with you that i chose ransom, i just love him and miss him and always think of him first when it comes to toys hehe <3 also?? this was supposed to be just a quick lil blurb but the adhd medication got me completely carried away..... hope you enjoy >:-)

"There you go baby— shhh," Ransom's voice is the softest, sweetest thing you've ever heard as his gentle fingers spread the yummy-scented cream all over your poor little button. Your legs twitch against the ropes holding you open and spread wide for your daddy. Though you're all tied up in quite a punishing position, this is not a disciplinary session. Instead, the restraints are simply there for your safety, for your comfort. Ransom knows this is exactly what you need after such a grueling week of school and work; all he wants to do is let his pretty baby's mind melt away to nothing as he rewards her endlessly for all the hard work she's been doing.

"Mmm... Daddy," you mumble. Ransom hums along with you as he rolls your tiny knot of nerves between his fingers, the effects of the special cream not taking long at all to be felt. "Th-thank you Daddy, feels so nice, feels—"

"Shhh— you're welcome, baby," the dark-haired man leans his head in to press a kiss against your forehead as he works your sensitive clit with his fingers. "You just let Daddy take care of you, hmm? Don't have to worry about a single thing, sunshine. Need to empty out that pretty little head of yours, s'not good for a tiny baby like you to be doin' so much thinkin'."

From the little pile of toys he has sitting next to you on the bed, he grabs your favorite pump next. It's a simple device with a round plastic cup for your clit, connected to a small bulb that allows your daddy to work the suction manually. As Ransom uses his fingers to spread you out gently, fitting the toy into its place, your toes curl in excitement. "Need to get your sweet little button all puffy and ready for Daddy to play with, right baby?" he smiles as he sucks your poor clit up with a squeeze, earning an eager nod from you as he wiggles the pump carefully, making sure the seal is air-tight.

"Bet that feels nice— huh, princess?" he croons knowingly as he grabs the next toy: your pretty pink plug, custom-made with genuine Swarovski crystals embedded in the base. "Don't worry, angel. Gonna get it nice and slick for you, make sure nothing hurts for my pretty little girl." Eyeing your dripping folds, he hums in approval. "Such a good girl, getting so messy for me already."

Your mind floats safely through your tiny headspace as Ransom preps the plug with plenty of lubricant, earning a quiet whimper from you as he begins rubbing the blunted tip up against your puckered hole. "Easy baby, shhh," he soothes you once more, bringing one hand up to tap against the hard plastic encasing your clit as the other begins working the plug into you. He releases the pump before squeezing it again and again at a quick, teasing pace, your poor puffy button getting sucked up over and over by the tool.

Your breaths deepen, heart thumping faster and faster as your clit pulsates in pleasure, the sensation of the plug stretching you out in your most sensitive of places bringing you closer and closer to the edge in little time at all. Attentive as always, Ransom senses your growing arousal with ease. "Good girl, that's my sweet little y/n. That feel nice, baby? You like it when Daddy plays with your clit and plugs up your pretty little bottom? Poor little girl— so tight, aren't you?" he mocks pity, the heat in your tummy growing as he slides the plug in and out of your burning hole, letting it stretch you out as far as it can without quite giving you the satisfaction of inserting it fully to sit nicely in its intended place.

"P-please Daddy," you pout, bottom lip trembling as he toys with your ass, letting out a gasp as he sucks your needy button up fully again before plunging two thick fingers into your neglected cunt. "O-oh Daddy... thank you Daddy, I— please, please Daddy..." Ransom grins at the sound of your increasing desperation. The first orgasm is always his favorite; he loves dragging it out, watching as it creeps up slowly, then before either of you know it, all at once.

"There you go, babygirl. Just needed this pretty little pussy filled up, huh?" he sings, the pads of his fingers curling up against your tender ceiling as you grit your teeth, tears building in your eyes as you pass the point of no return.

"Please Daddy, I-I'm gonna— please," you heave.

"Go ahead, baby," Ransom murmurs, giving you a knowing nod as he works his hands faster, bringing you right to orgasm at his simple command, "cum for me. Theere," he hums, a satisfied look washing over his face as he witnesses you coming completely undone before him.

Clenching down against the plug and your daddy's fingers, you completely let go, gushing steadily against his ministrations. Your climax is long, steady, and intense, pathetic whimpers sputtering out of you once you finally begin to drift back down to earth. Ransom carries you through it with care, working your most sensitive places as long as he can to give you as pleasurable of an orgasm as possible. Only when you're finally winding down does he slow, bringing his drenched fingers up to his lips to taste your sweet juices.

"So good for me, angel," his voice is low, tender as he finally pushes the plug in fully, watching as it nestles itself perfectly into place against your trembling rosebud. Free hand coming up to rub your tummy gently, he coos as it still spasms lightly from your euphoric high. "So proud of you, sweetheart. Did so well for Daddy, that feel good?"

"Mhmm," you hum, gazing at him through half-closed lids as you soak in the dreamy waves of pleasure still coursing through your veins. "So good, thank you Daddy," you mewl sweetly.

"You're so welcome, little one. Now let's see here," he muses, bringing his attention back up to your clit as it sits swollen in its clear cage. "Oh my," he breathes as he lets it out of the pump with a pop, the magic workings of the device and the cream visible as the little bundle of nerves now sits completely exposed and hardened, just begging to be loved on. "So puffy, baby. Look at you," he enthuses, placing a hand behind your head to bring it forward, forcing you to look at your poor, abused sex.

"S-so puffy," you agree, eyes widening as he reaches for the bottle of lube, gently dripping some down against the knot of flesh. The sensation of the cool liquid hitting your most sensitive spot brings tears to your eyes once more.

"Think I've bullied your poor little button enough, huh?" he frowns as he grabs a small, cordless wand from beside you— another favorite. "Think it deserves some relief. What do you say, princess?"

"Y-yes Daddy, please Daddy," you drool as you rest your head back against the pillows once more, the sound of the wand switching on already overwhelming you with anticipation.

Pressing three fingers into your messy heat this time, Ransom gives no warning before bringing the head of the wand down to begin working over your clit. You jolt at the intensity, earning a light chuckle from the dark-haired man as he begins pumping his digits in and out of you once more, singing, "There, that's what you needed, isn't it? Just needed Daddy to tie you down and let you cum? How long d'you think you'll last this time, sweetheart?" he wonders aloud.

But you're already teetering towards the edge again, the wand being swirled over your throbbing clit in slick, steady circles enough to make your mind go completely numb. And that's all Ransom wants; that's all he's wanted from the beginning: to reduce you down to nothing but whimpers and moans, a drippy, darling mess at the mercy of his skilled hands. "Please... please..." Your vocabulary is shrinking by the second as his fingers speed up against your burning walls.

"You don't have to beg, baby. You can cum, can cum as many times as you need. Daddy's gonna take care of you, sunshine," he promises as you reach your second high, tears and spit dribbling down your chin as you squirt out against your daddy's hands once more. He praises you softly and sweetly, letting you ride out your orgasm for as long as you can. Your juices crackle against the hum of the vibrator as you squeeze your eyes shut, heart pounding in your throat as you wait seconds, minutes, what feels like forever for the ripples of pleasure to finally subside.

"Hmmph... Daddy..." your own voice sounds miles away from you as you stay in your daze, head entirely somewhere else as you feel the wand being run up and down your soaked slit.

"Daddy's here, angel. Doin' so good for me— let's see if you can give me another one, hm?"

quietly tagging @onsunnyside in dis bc. dis is puff puff behavior fr.

[astranva]

Getting Ready with Vogue

Word Count: 1.1k

Category: Fluff

Warning: None

Summary: Vogue posts Chris and Y/N Y/L/N-Evans getting ready for 2021 Oscars.

Planet Evans Masterlist

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Y/N Y/L/N-Evans and Chris Evans Get Ready for the Oscars | Vogue

The five-minute video, now one with 62 million views, began with a cream colored door that opened, you and Chris in comfy clothes beaming at the camera.

“Hello, Vogue,” Chris said.

“Come get ready with us for the Oscars,” you beamed.

Upbeat music was added as the video shifted to show Chris sitting in a chair, his hair getting styled.

“Y/N’s nominated for best actress tonight. I’m so excited,” he said with a smile, “Don’t care if she actually wins the award or not, I’m so proud of her. It’s been a pretty-a pretty productive year for her.”

The video then shifted to your hand putting on a vinyl of Pastel Blues by Nina Simone, before showing your face, smiling as you gently swayed in your place, “I can never get ready without some music on,” you said, “For some reason I like playing Nina Simone when I’m getting ready for the Oscars,” you laughed.

The screen then shifted to you sitting in front of a mirror with a robe on, “I’m doing my own makeup tonight,” you said, “This is how things used to be like back in the days anyway,” you chuckled. The screen cut to you again, “He said that?” You smiled, your hand halting from brushing product on your cheek, “He’s a sweetheart, really. I’m always happy when we go to these things together. Makes it so much easier, makes me less anxious,” you said.

It was true that for years, millions of people had requested you to Vogue for almost all their segments, and while “Beauty Secrets” was one of the top requests, they were excited when you and Chris had agreed to that one on such an important day.

“I’m just glad we’re getting ready at home,” Chris said the video shifted to him getting his face slightly touched up, “It feels kind of chaotic and just messy when we’re getting ready at hotels, even if there’s some nice room. This is cozy. It’s more us,” he said. “Y/N does her own makeup a lot, yeah. She’s such an artist with it, no kidding. She knows what she’s doing,” he nodded. Off-camera and before the recording, a question was asked which Chris answered, “She styles me a lot, for sure, for sure. And I always get some advice from her stylist, Law Roach. Incredible, incredible guy.”

Chris’ suit was shown after it was unzipped from the fancy protective case it had, “Who am I wearing?” He repeated, “I don’t know, man. It’s a suit. I really can’t even remember the name.”

The video shifted to you getting your hair done, looking slightly up, “He’s wearing Ermenegildo Zegna,” you said, “He told you he can’t remember the name, didn’t he?” You laughed, “He’s never good with brands. Like, you’d tell him you’re wearing this, you’re wearing that, and he just instantly zones out. A suit is a suit, a shirt is a shirt,” you said.

The video shifted to show a Swarovski box as you talked in the background, “I’m wearing a gorgeous Swarovski gown,” you said before the video went back to your face, “And I’ll have gloves on,” you smiled, posture straight as Ted Gibson continued to work on your hair.

“Fashion has always been my wife’s area,” Chris said the video shifted to him, “I lucked out with that because it’s just not my thing. I just-I look presentable, that’s what I care about, by she’s out there looking iconic so I use her expertise. I definitely use her expertise.”

“Is Law here?” You asked after your hair was done, standing from your chair.

“Right here,” the A-list stylist replied before the video cut to you and Law exchanging greetings with cheek kisses, “Ready for the dress?”

“Always.”

The video then shifted to Chris as he buttoned his shirt’s buttons, shaking his shoulders as he looked through the body-length mirror before one of the assistants helped him put on the blazer, the video cutting to him adjusting his bow tie before he opened his arms slightly, “How do I look?” He asked, “Is Y/N dressed already? Can I see her?”

Being a private couple, the video didn’t show any footage of your LA house before it showed Chris standing outside a cream-colored door, knocking first, “Let me see my wife!” He joked before the door was opened.

“Is that Chris?” The video showed as you beamed, finally in your dress as Law adjusted it from the back.

“Oh wow,” Chris said, the screen finally showing a wider view as Chris went in, a grin on his face as he looked at you, “Oh my God, wow,” he stepped back, gazing at you.

“Look at you,” you said with a grin, reaching one gloved hand out, motioning for him to hold it which Chris quickly did as he approached you before holding you at arm’s length, “You look so good.”

“Me? In this thing?” He joked, “Nah, look at you.”

Law finally stepped back, making you look at Chris with a straighter posture before glancing at your dress and looking back at him.

“Absolutely beautiful,” he said with a smile, wrapping his arms around you before bringing you in a hug.

Your arms went around his neck, closing your eyes as your smiled.

The video then cut to you and Chris standing beside one another, his hand on your hip while you were slightly turned, your gloved hand on his chest as you smiled at your personal photographer as she took pictures, before Chris leaned, pressing his lips softly against your cheek in a kiss.

“People are going to die over this,” your assistant said in the background.

“That’s not for posting,” you joked.

Chris laughed, pecking your cheeks again before you looked at him with a smile, reaching a hand up to fix a strand of his hair.

“How do you feel?” Chris asked you.

Your nose scrunched with a smile, “A little excited,” you answered.

“Yeah?” His smile mirrored yours, “My Oscar-winner and nominee wife, everybody,” he joked, making you laugh as everyone in the room cheered.

The video then followed you both as you walked with your hands intertwined and into a black, sleek car, before it was cut to Chris getting out first at the venue, screams instantly intensifying before he held his hand to you, the camera showing as you gracefully got out of the car, and catching the way the screams and camera flashes seemed to only be even wilder and more urgent.

It then showed as you and Chris stood on the red carpet, holding hands as you smiled at the cameras before it caught sight of the both of you walking further down the carpet from behind, being a zoomed view as Chris softly grazed your back that was on display from the backless dress, before you stood again, your eyes moving to his with a smile, briefly leaning your head on him before you both smiled for the cameras once again.

[toriangeli]

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Size: 13"Features: Lavender dress with 6mm Swarovski pearl "buttons" (no extra charge for them being fancy; they were just what I had), grey capelet, white shoes, fiery red 16mm safety eyes. Price: $80 + shipping Notes: I tried for hours to get the argyle-shaped check pattern to work on her capelet, but it just wasn't working. Her headband is embroidered. White gloves are part of the body of the doll. All dolls have fully poseable bodies.

Size: 12 1/2" Features: All-black ensemble with jacket, pants, shoes, and AC/DC shirt. 16mm amber safety eyes. Price: $80 + shipping Notes: Grampire's body is fully poseable, like all my dolls.

[kingofthe-egirls]

BUTTERFLY: LUFFY x Y/N (modern au part 7)

modern au

(cw: mma!luffy, celebrity, dress shopping, flirty banter, food mention, interview w Teen Vogue reporter, reader is a camgirl)

(a/n: help)

Songs: “The Louvre” by Lorde

words: 1.4k

****

“I’m not askin’ what I look like,” Luffy drawls with a crooked smirk. His hands are loose in his pockets as he steps closer, space minimizing between his heated body and yours. “I’m askin’ if ya like whatcha see. Cmon, kitty, how’re the threads?”

He leers at you in his fitted black suit, paired with a deep red, satin button down the color of a dry cabaret sauvignon. A silver chain with a skull-and-crossbones hangs around his neck. It glitters between his exposed collarbones. You want to take it off with your teeth.

“Sexy.”

He snickers, and rushes back into the changing room. “Awesome,” is all he says as he finishes redressing.

You’re standing outside the velvet curtain holding the socks, tie, and pocket square that match the suit.

He adds a Rolex to the mix.

You both check out of the swanky menswear shop, and head down the sparkling strip to find you a dress.

****

You stand in the fitting room, obscured by a black door with a chalkboard sign that says “#2” in a curly, squiggly font.

You’d decided to hit one of the local thrift stores, decked out in miniature Calico Critter toys, porcelain tea sets, vintage dresses, and strange plants. Luffy seems comfortable enough, chatting with the elderly saleswoman at the counter.

You squirm.

You’re wearing a deep red velveteen dress with a gathered waist and a slit up the side. It’s heavy, and smells like mothballs. You shimmy out of it; the texture is abhorrent.

“How’s it goin’, dollface?”

Luffy asks you through the kitschy little door. His sandals scuff the uneven floorboards on the other side of the fitting room. You’re tangling your limbs in an emerald green

cocktail dress with too-tight sleeves.

“Struggling!”

You huff with an honest sigh.

“What’s wrong? Need my help?” He asks cheekily, and you snort.

“Not yet, Prince Charming.”

He laughs, but lays off the banter. It’s a sorta sweet balance that you two have found with each other.

Luffy knocks on the door.

“How’s this one? Saleslady said—,” he stops as you open the door, still half-dressed in a champagne gown. It’s pale pink with diamond shimmers. The sweetheart neckline dives between your breasts, tapered empire waistline revealing the goddess-like, Boticelli version of your pear-shaped body. The long, flowy skirt wraps around your legs in waves. There’s a subtle slit to your thigh, and you found a rose gold clutch to match.

You slowly turn, sweeping your hair to the side so he can zip the back of the slinky, incandescent gown.

His fingers are slow as he clips the zipper up your exposed back.

“What jewelry d’ya want?”

He asks, raspy.

****

You decide on a single, Swarovski swan pendent with a rose-quartz center. The wings of the silver swan are outstretched behind her, with a diamondesque eye sparkling at the center of her graceful face.

You spray Daisy by Marc Jacobs at your pulse points. You curl your hair. You apply eyeshadow, lip liner, and gloss. You contour and highlight: blush, false lashes, winged eyeliner, everything.

You stare at yourself in the mirror of Luffy’s luxurious bathroom.

Sparkling.

Glittering.

Insane.

****

The dinner lasts so long.

You find yourself picking at the fabric napkin in your lap: undoing scratchy threads as you fiddle.

There’s so much social labor.

You have no idea how your boyfriend does it. It’s so many hours of smiling, chatting, answering questions, social media marketing, and more.

Everything said is scrutinized. Laborious. Every single face you make has a chance to be photographed. Immortalized. Tweeted. Instagrammed.

Commented on.

You scrunch your nose to the side, staring down at your green tea sorbet. A dessert that is so light and refreshing actual tears spring to your eyes as you taste the light green ice.

The champagne is sweet.

Your stomach is sour.

Luffy is standing off to the side, doing an interview. The reporter is smiling, seemingly kind.

Luffy kicks ass at interviews.

The social media burnout seems to roll off his back. Like staring into flashing lights doesn’t dizzy his head. Like he can still focus through the humming buzz of food, conversation, drinks, and laughter.

You feel like a scared rabbit.

Someone bumps your elbow, and you squeak out a frozen gasp of terror. Someone laughs, and the tension leaves your body as you force yourself to breathe. You’re safe, here.

It’s just new, is all.

“Sorry bout that,” someone says, as they hover next to your seat. You force yourself to see past lights and sounds and system overload. Person. Individual. Someone is standing next to you and you must learn their name. “Is this seat taken?”

You shake your head, and shift so they have room to sit in Luffy’s vacant seat. They’re lovely: dressed in sky blue and silver accents.

“Maria.”

You smile wide at hearing her name, her pronouns, her career as a social media manager. She’s working at Teen Vogue, something you particularly respect. “Is it okay if I ask you some questions? It’s super interesting to see your social media presence as an egirl,” she smiles, “And I’d love to see what you have to say about it! It’s okay if you’re a little overwhelmed,” she allows. She had a gap between her front two teeth.

She is sparkling.

“Sure! I’m an open book, really. My social filter is all outta wack,” you admit, shyly. But you hope your open body language and softer voice help get the “friends” message across.

Expression. Communication.

Honesty.

Sweetness.

Swiftness.

She starts:

“So, how long has it been since you started camming?” She licks her lips, iPhone recording the conversation. She sets it on her knee, face up. She had a daisy-patterned pop socket.

“I started in 2020, once the pandemic started. I started an OnlyFans, and I haven’t really looked back since. Although, I take some breaks now and again.”

She smiles, “Breaks are healthy,” she assures you, as someone starts filming you over her shoulder. You scoop another bite of sorbet.

“So, what would you say is the most interesting thing about your career?”

“Mm!” You hum through a mouthful of green tea ice, “So many things! It’s so creatively expressive. I get to assign myself whatever roles I want,” you start bragging a little, “Since I choose whoever I wanna cosplay. It’s also so sweet to see what content people vibe with. Like, someone said they listen to my ASMR as they fall asleep! It’s amazing, seeing that someone sees you as their comfort content, y’know?” You smile, rambling a bit.

She smiles, though. She seems to enjoy listening. So you smile, too.

“Awesome, that’s super cool. What are some challenges about sex work?”

You nod, sober.

“The shame. People want to criticize me so much for showing my body onscreen, but burlesque has been around for centuries. The art of the striptease, the art of pornography, the skills of prostitution—it’s all so gorgeous. It’s got its shadow side, like everything, so when I speak about sex work as a career, I am always only ever speaking about consensual sex.”

She nods sagely, listening.

“So, um…ah—is it okay if I speak more on this?” You ask nervously. The napkin is scrunched into knots in your fists. The reporter—Maria—nods. She is smiling, and focused. Her eyes are deep brown, with fluffy eyelashes even without mascara.

She is not wearing makeup.

You smudge at your own lipstick, wishing you could swipe it off.

“Okay, so…it’s a way for me to flirt with strangers on the internet. It’s like, a very fun thing to do for me,” you smile, honestly. “And that’s how I met Monkey D. Luffy! Oh, I hope that’s okay to say,” you suddenly fret, social filter glitching out. “It’s so hard to understand censorship,” you confess, “I’m an adult performer so like…all the stuff I say is gonna be, like, eighteen plus. Or like, how do you decide what’s private and what’s public? It’s all so discomfortable,” you huff.

She smiles, laughing softly.

“I understand. Is there anything else you wanna say?” She has her hands folded in front of her, with several silver rings on her slender, piano-player fingers.

“Don’t say he met me through my day job, please.”

She meets your eyes, scanning.

“Seriously.”

She nods, satisfied.

“Thanks so much for your time, Miss Hero Butterfly!” She smiles, and stands up. Her dress rustled around her. She has a butterfly pendant in her hair. You smile, and stand to shake her hand.

“I love your butterfly necklace,” you say, grinning.

She winks.

“I wore it for you.”

****

[idolatrybarbie]

for my fifty follower celebration! @perennialdoll247 asked: dieter bravo and prompt no. 9— "you look so pretty like this." happy halloween! everyone go listen to the song. rn!!!!

rating & word count: mature | 800

warnings: briefly discussed necrophilia, innuendo, heavy petting

You ask, “Would you have sex with my corpse?” Dieter seems to pause altogether, your question a human reset button. So you add, “Like, fuck my body cold.”

“Uh—I don’t…I don’t know,” he says.

You’re five minutes into a conversation with Dieter Bravo, Hollywood’s star fuck up, and he’s already flustered. Adorable. You came over because he looked like he was distinctly not having a good time. He’d turned on the charm immediately, getting an eyeful of your body in the hugging yet classy costume you’d commissioned from some Parisian designer. It’s made entirely of Ahimsa silk and Swarovski crystals.

Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, you can see the purple hue of moonlight, the colour reflecting in your full glass of crimson. Dieter laughs awkwardly to break the tension, but he doesn’t walk away. He doesn’t even look like he wants to.

“So, I know you were working on that big detective movie,” he says, making small talk again. “But then the financing fell through? That’s what I read.”

You take his hand in your free one, sliding your fingers over his to entwine them. His skin is blazingly warm, a stark contrast to the frigidness of your own. He can feel it too, hand jerking slightly before Dieter relaxes in your grasp. You must feel like an ice box.

“You and I both know we don’t want to talk about that,” you say, voice low in his ear. His cologne smells like honey and coconut, the tart stench of nicotine lingering at his collar. At his temple, you can smell his blood; lactic and sweet, like a chocolate bar. “Why don’t we get out of here?”

Before he can nod, you are dragging Dieter Bravo away from the party of people and prying eyes. The scene reads like that of a shitty teen movie: the two of you disappear upstairs, the standard suburban house party replaced by the lavish mansion of one of the richest movie producers in the world. The stairs are shining marble, a dark carpeted runner sitting in the middle of each step. Beyond the smell of your suitor, it smells like top shelf champagne, like luxury, like money. All of it makes your stomach churn, a fresh whiff of hot garbage.

Dieter is, in comparison, a breath of fresh air. He’s cute, self loathing, and smells delicious.

“You’re so yummy,” you say as you find an empty room at the end of the long upstairs hall.

“Yeah?” Dieter asks, waggling his eyebrows.

“Could just eat you.” He seems to have forgotten completely about the corpse comment from earlier, but that doesn’t shock you. This man thinks he’s about to get laid, of course he’s pushed it from his mind. And he isn’t exactly wrong—he is getting laid tonight. Maybe not in the way he’s expecting.

Pressing you into the back of the bedroom’s door, his hands roam over the sides of your body. He paws at your hips, the meat of your ass, back up to hold you at the waist.

“You look so pretty like this,” he mumbles.

Dieter presses his lips to your jaw, leaving light kisses along the bone until he travels downwards toward your neck. Truly, he’s caressing an ice cub, but he hasn’t seemed to notice.

“Dieter…” you whisper into his hair.

He pulls his attention from your neck, once-coiffed curls in a mussed mess. “Yeah beautiful?”

“I have something to tell you.”

“If you want me to use a condom, that’s not a pro—”

“No, silly,” you laugh with the shake of your head. “Nothing like that. We were waiting for you to notice.”

His head tips to the side at the slightest angle. “We?” he asks. “What?”

You grab his hips, pulling Dieter closer to you. Kissing his cheek, you take his earlobe between your teeth and pull, just for a moment. In his ear, you say, “Everyone at this party’s a vampire.”

Dieter does the unexpected—he laughs. You stare at him, confused. He says, “Look, I know half of those schmucks downstairs are the ex-teen hearthrob of whatever vampy franchise.”

You sigh through your nose, the back of your head thudding against wood.

“No, honey. Not like that,” you say, staring at the ceiling. Your fangs are peeking out from your gums. You keep your lips down over your teeth to keep them from his view.

“I’m not really understanding,” Dieter says.

That’s your queue, finally giving him a full smile. You watch the presence of the new sharp, threatening teeth in your mouth register with him. Dieter Bravo pales about three shades. You haven’t even drained him yet.

“Let me show you then.”

[marleysfinest]

hey!!! I finally got my act together and posted chapter 2 of the helos x mmb fic over on ao3!!!! pls enjoy if u would be so kind!!!

The four of them had scrubbed up well, all donning suits custom made for them by the fashion house Louis Vuitton, and each with individual detailed touches to make the pieces their own. Zeke had opted for an all-black ensemble and low-cut shirt underneath, with his suit jacket bedazzled with hundreds of twinkling black Swarovski crystals so that, in the right light, he’d catch the eye of any guest, even those wearing masks. Onyankopon’s blood-red suit featured gold accents on the buttons and cufflinks, complete with a statement pocket watch chain across his breast, a look cementing his role as Helos’ resident smooth operator. Jean’s suit was (unfortunately for him) a luxe black velvet, a nod to the classic James Bond silhouette, cool and collected, if not a little warm in the end. Reiner was a mix of his bandmates, with his black suit featuring a swirl of deep golden florals and golden cufflinks.  

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[styleforklossy]

january 18, 2024 / paris, france

while visiting the place de la concorde, karlie kloss wore:

— Khaite x Oliver Peoples, “1969C Sunglasses in Black” - $525

— Louis Vuitton, “Asymmetrical Shearling Aviator Jacket”

— Louis Vuitton, “Masculine Flap Pocket Shirt” - $1,510

— Louis Vuitton, “Jewel Button Tuxedo Pants” - $1,890

— Louis Vuitton, “Donna High Boots” - $2,310

— Louis Vuitton, “Atlantis BB Purse” - $2,850

— Swarovski, “Vittore Ring” - $85

— Briony Raymond, “Skinny Sloan Ring” - $2,200

[rsdesignsravit]

I've Always Loved 'Elegance Squared'!

People have told me that this piece has a very special presence. I agree completely. It's a truly unique and classic beaded necklace, fit for so many different occasions.

Made up of seed beads, Swarovski pearls, a bronze button clip and a lovely Agate gem, the technique I used to create this piece is herringbone stitch.

Please visit Ravit.Etsy.com to learn more about it or to check out some of my other beadwork designs!

[sweetbillwriting]

Love Just Happens

Part 8 - A Piece of Her

Description: Bill Skarsgård, a 40 years old separated father of three tries to live as simple as he can but then he meet Aurora Lou and life becomes even more complicated.

Characters: The future's Bill Skarsgård and others close to him. The rest is my own characters.

Setting: This story is set in the future but because it's hard to say how the world is then (and it isn't that important for the story) the future is similar to our time now, even with fashion and so on.

Warnings: 18+, age difference, smut, alcohol, ageism, jealousy, posessiveness, bullying, sexism, kinks and fetishes, talk about pregnancy.

Notes: As usual have @b-afterhours helped me with the language 💗

The end of May

She looked at their faces, both so happy with smooth skin. Dressed up in the finest clothes. They stood on a red carpet together, he was much taller than her, even if she wore the highest black strappy heels with her spaghetti strapped dress. The dress was made of a thin aqua blue material with swarovski crystals that floated over her body like liquid. Her hair was still as platinum blonde as the first time she saw her. She looked like the embodiment of a gorgeous celebrity and then it was him. He, in all his 6 '4 glory in a dark blue silky suit with a black button up under. His hair, perfectly styled and his face smoothly shaved. He looked more stylish and richer than she had ever seen him. He looked more handsome and glowing with a big smile on his lips while she looked up at him like a giggling school girl. It was insane to see. Everyone in her circle said the same; that they didn't fit together. That he looked silly with such a young girl. Everyone called her girl, like she was fifteen and had a crush on her teacher, unfortunately that wasn't the case.

Bill's ex looked at another picture of them, out and about in L.A. Bill was dressed in dark jeans and a bomber jacket while Aurora tripped around in a short purple dress with yellow butterflies and platform sneakers. Was she trying to look like she could be his daughter? The black and white picture of them laughing lovesick with their heads close together had gotten more than 12 million likes on Aurora's Instagram. For his ex it was hard to understand how everyone outside of her circle just seemed to see them as cute together and couldn't see it as problematic. She wondered if he was with Aurora to get more attention, one more factor of his mid life crisis. She scrolled Aurora's Instagram, it was full of glossy magazine quality pictures mixed with homey pictures of her dogs, plants and food, obviously made by Bill.

"Are you looking at that again?" Asked her boyfriend while he crawled down in bed. He knew she was a bit obsessed with looking at her ex's new partner but didn't get jealous. He could see that the situation was extremely special and on top of that her daughters loved the new girlfriend. Her oldest daughter could even video call her to get advice about friends and style. She had stopped hanging out with the girls that were bad for her thanks to Aurora while she hadn't listened to her parents.

"It's just… I can't really understand the hype around her. Are these kinds of girls, "women", who should be role models for the next generation? I just wonder how my daughters will be affected by this?"

She showed him a picture of Aurora in a bikini that looked like it was made of pink plastic laying on a plastic lounge chair in the same color with her hair perfectly straight and shiny. It was obvious the whole picture was made to look plastic because the caption was "recycled plastic". Henrik smirked. It was hard to look at the picture without smiling, at least if you were a straight man.

"She does think about the environment," he joked and scratched his salt and pepper beard. His girlfriend rolled her eyes. His reaction wasn't the one she wanted and just made her more annoyed. All men became brain dead as soon as a young gorgeous girl came into the room. Even worse if she took off her clothes.

×××

Timmy Laurent had always seen himself as a catch. He was talented, rich, handsome and funny. He was sexy and intelligent. Sometimes a bit too cocky but it was mostly charming. His ex, Aurora Lou and him had been a couple since the both of them were 18. She was still shy and uncomfortable in the spotlight, while he was born for the spotlight and dragged her into it so she would get used to it. He thought it was thanks to him that she had gotten her fame, without him she would have never had the big name she had today. Why she became more loved and famous than him was a mystery for him and he had a theory that she had slept with some influential people behind his back. All girls were sluts if they needed to be.

He looked at the picture of Aurora and her new love. Actor Bill Skarsgård, 40. He was tall as hell and looked like he stood with one foot in the grave. He could see that the guy was handsome but he looked like the kind of guy that would be committed to some dry European actress, not someone as colorful and bubblegum sweet as Aurora. He sat on the couch in his New York apartment and googled pictures of Aurora together with her new boyfriend. Maybe there was some sort of charm in their different looks. He was so tall, brooding and mostly dressed in black while she was so short with her long blonde hair, cute outfits and friendly smile but Timmy would rather think about the negatives. That Bill was obviously there to use Aurora. He wanted her fame, her money and to fuck a girl that wasn't stretched out by other old dirty men. Aurora had always been naive, stupid even, so she had probably been easy. The actor had probably pulled the card about him being better and more mature than other guys she's been with and she believed it because he was older and because of that believed he knew better. No, Bill was not the guy for Aurora. There was just one guy for her, everyone knew that. He closed the window with the pictures and opened his mail instead. Maybe he needed to help Aurora and Bill to realize they were not a good match.

×××

She trekked around on her high pink heels in the roomy apartment, dragged her long nails over the black couch and looked out over South Stockholm with her brown eyes, framed with long lashes.

"It's nice…" she said shyly and adjusted her white bag on her arm.

He was occupied watching her legs, adorned with white thigh high socks under the short pink skirt.

"Where did you say your wife was?" She asked carefully, fixing the white socks.

"Business trip for three weeks." He said with a heavy Swedish accent, licked his lips and leaned against the door frame with his hands in his front pockets.

"Hopefully I’ll find something of my own by then…" she leaned down to look at a book about film photography on the coffee table and the skirt was so short he could see everything and that she had skipped panties that day. He could immediately feel himself grow in his pants. He cleared his voice and she stood up and watched him with an innocent face. She was good at that, looking like the world was completely new for her.

"Your dad said that you’re going to study at the university…"

"Yeah Scandinavian history." She sat down on the couch and took off her platform heels. He sat down close to her, a bit too close and spread his legs so she couldn't miss that he was hard under his black suit pants.

"How old are you?" He asked while dragging a hand down her back. She played with the edge of her skirt and seemed to be oblivious that he could see her bare pussy. She giggled shyly and looked at the handsome man next to her. He smiled cockily and looked under her skirt again.

"You say it first!" She said teasingly.

"48." He scratched the stubble on his jaw and gave her a confident look. Such a look only a man at a mature age can give. She knew that if he put on some years to his age she should pull off some years of hers.

"I'm 19."

He laid his head to the side with a smile.

"So that's why your parents said that I should take care of you. Come here, sit in my lap." He patted his thick thighs and then took her hand to help her straddle his lap with her soles flat against the couch.

"That's better, right?" He asked with a smile and dragged his hands over her legs. She was smooth as silk, he liked that but had a thing for her little bit unshaved. It felt so intimate, something few got to see but because of the premiere in a couple of days she had waxed every part of herself.

"Yeah. Your thighs are comfy." She bounced in his lap and he could feel action in his pants again.

"But baby girl… Now while I'm going to take care of you I must say something." She looked at his serious face with big eyes and played with one of the buttons on his white button up.

"You can't walk around without panties. Of course you can do that here at home, with me. But not on the streets.”

She nodded a little.

"But of course you can show your little pussy to me? Maybe even now?"

She giggled and lifted her skirt shamelessly. He sighed aroused and played with the edge of her socks.

"Has someone ever taken care of your pussy?" He said it filthy and his eyes became heavy. "I think your parents would love it if I took care of your pussy too." Carefully he dragged a finger over her slit and made her squirm in his lap. He spread her pussy lips with two fingers and found her clit with his other hand. It made her moan and spread her legs as much as she could.

"Yeah… Yeah please take care of my pussy…"

×××

Aurora straddled over Bill's hips in his bed in Stockholm. Dressed in a commercial t-shirt from his local gym and panties. It was almost surreal seeing her in his environment. Between his cheap H&M sheets he had bought when he moved in. In his minimalistic apartment in South Stockholm, the area he had lived in as a baby, learned to ride a bike and got his first kiss. And now she was there. That glorious creature that made him smile in a way he never had. That made him question things he had always believed.

He closed his eyes again with a sigh and continued to smile just as brightly.

"And don't just say something now, feel!" She said hitting his chest playfully then she started to draw with a long nail on his chest. It tickled and his first reaction was to push away her hand but knew he was a part of the game now.

"An egg?" He guessed.

"No." She drew again.

"Pancake?"

"Now you're just saying shit again!"

"I’m not! Draw it again!"

She drew again while Bill played with her panties.

"A dick?" He smirked and laughed when she hit his chest again.

"Do you think I want dick for breakfast?" She said with fake annoyance.

"You always want dick for breakfast," he said and looked at her with wiggling eyebrows.

"You are gross!" She pretended to pout with crossed arms.

"Okay, okay, do it again."

She leaned down and drew on his chest again. He really tried to feel.

"No, I don't know babe. It just feels like you’re drawing poo!"

She laughed and sat up again.

"It's a cinnamon roll," she said sweetly and dragged her fingertips down his bare stomach.

"But that's not breakfast. Of course I couldn't guess that!"

"If you actually had tried to feel you have been able to!"

He shook his head with a smile.

"So make that for me," she said and laid her chin on his chest and pouted. He looked down at her with furrowed brows.

"What?"

"Cinnamon rolls!"

"You mean I should bake? Now?"

"No, you can go out and buy it." She tried to look as sweet as possible and Bill stretched his arm with a loud groan.

"No… I'm too tired!" He laid down his arms again and closed his eyes but opened them again when Aurora moved from the bed without complaining. She pulled on his sweatpants, many sizes too big and pulled her hair up in a high ponytail.

"What are you doing?" He said confused and put a hand down in his black boxers to fix his member.

"If you won't go I’ll just do it myself." She twisted the t-shirt and pulled the hem into a knot so it became tighter and cropped. Bill looked at her petite stature, the visible nipples and her bare waist.

"Alone?"

Swedes may be shy people but someone as known as Aurora would make people more daring, especially the weird kind of people. With her look she didn't even need to be famous to have every dirty guy in South Stockholm tail after her.

"You can go with me if you want." She shrugged her shoulders and pulled the sweatpants down a bit more so more of her waist but also her pantyline became visible. Bill sat up and continued to look her up and down. He had never been the controlling kind of guy, not even the worried type but everything about her made him always feel a need to protect her.

"Ehh… You can stay here otherwise? I’ll go then?" He stood up and searched for something to wear. Since Aurora was wearing the clothes he had on the night before.

"I must go out sometime?” She said with a smirk and pulled off the sweatpants and gave it to him. Bill pulled them on and then dragged her close to him.

"Yeah but until then you won’t be wearing an almost see through t-shirt and pants so big you will drop them to the ground." He spanked her ass and she jumped in surprise. She giggled and laid her arms around his neck and sat her foot against his thigh so she could more or less climb him.

"You are so jealous…" she said when she had her legs around his waist.

"Nooo…" he said with a smile.

"Yes you are, but it's okay… Because I know it's because you're crazy in love with me," she said with a silly voice and threw her ponytail around. He didn't say anything but he kissed her hard.

After having eaten one too many cinnamon rolls with even more coffee, Bill and Aurora laid on the couch to just watch Swedish morning programs with English subtitles and snuggle. Bill could have laid like that all day and searched for a series for them to watch but Aurora felt restless after having been locked in in Bill's apartment for two days. She had been in Sweden a couple times before but never had the opportunity to really explore.

"So… What's the plan for today?" She asked and sat up. Bill looked at her and felt a worry grow in him.

"Ehh… Can't we just chill?"

"Babe, we have chilled for two days. Sorry but I can't stand being inside anymore!"

Bill sat up on his elbows and licked his lips. The plan was never that she would be locked in at his place, they even had been so optimistic they had just hired security for the his movie premiere but now that they were in Stockholm he no longer trusted the people of Stockholm. Aurora was too good and no one would let her just be, everyone wanted a piece of her.

"I think like a walk and maybe sit down somewhere for some wine…"

"Are you drinking in public?" Bill asked confused and looked at Aurora searching for stuff in her luggage.

"I thought so? You said Sweden is so safe?"

She searched in his wardrobes for hangers comfortably, his home was hers as soon as she put her foot there. Bill thought about what he had said to her but now regretted it. Sweden wasn't that safe. He often made it sound like it was better than it was, only because he thought it was better than the US.

"Sometimes… I guess. But there are some sick sons of bitches here too."

Aurora didn't answer, she stood and looked at a baby blue mini dress. He knew she had already decided that she would go out and he knew it also was the right thing to do but he still looked at her and knew he would probably need to protect her but also fight for her attention.

He continued to look at her getting herself ready for the day. Perfect makeup, curlers in her hair and the baby blue dress over glowing skin. He got himself ready when she was almost done. He pulled on a pair of light blue jeans, a black tennis shirt and a cap then he was ready. He looked at Aurora picking shoes, she had a suitcase just for shoes and tried the sneakers on with the dress as if there was a science to it. He couldn't really get used to how much time she put into her appearance but didn't say anything because the one time he did she had started to cry.

"I'm ready!" She said with a bright smile, holding her pink handbag and her white little sweater. Bill smiled a bit amused, she really looked like a doll. How did he get her?

"You look pretty," he said and opened the door for her.

"Thanks daddy," she said teasingly and walked out. Bill rubbed his eye with a smirk. It was really surreal to have her there, in his gray everyday life.

They took a walk along Djurgården and she forced him to take silly tourist pictures of them, even if so many people stopped them to take their own pictures of them. He wasn't always happy with the idea of taking pictures but Aurora's joy was infectious and they even let some people take pictures of them kissing. He would never have done something like that before but with Aurora it was so simple. He didn't think about whether he had a name to protect, to seem professional or how old he was. He just played around with her, even if they had an audience. He let her jump on his back, he let her lick ice cream from his face, he didn't even think about that somebody might have taken pictures. He was really happy Aurora had forced him out and he was so proud to show Stockholm his girl. His sunshine girl.

They walked hand in hand over Stockholm's bridges, through the parks and by the old buildings. He told her about it, he had read quite a lot about Stockholm's history and she listened to him interested and hugged his hand in hers. Some teenagers shouted at them and Bill quickly felt the protectiveness go up, he was after all the only security she had for the day but Aurora just waved at them and then stopped by a restaurant by the water.

"I'm hungry," she said and looked up at him. She just wanted a greasy burger and it seemed like you could get gourmet burgers in every corner of Stockholm.

"Sure." He looked at the menu. "The burger?" He said with a smirk.

"The burger," she answered with a bright smile.

"Bill!" Someone shouted at him and he looked up. It was Kalle and his other friend John. Aurora looked between Bill and the guys and got a bit nervous to meet some of his Swedish friends, she had only met some of his American friends. Bill gave them each a hug with a laugh as they said something in Swedish she couldn't understand, then they all turned to her and she noticed how his friends' eyes got bigger.

"This is my girlfriend, Aurora," Bill said with a smile and put a proud arm around her waist. They shook her hand friendly but she could see how John wiggled with his eyebrows towards Bill. She was used to it, even if she was a hardworking business woman she would always be treated like she was an accessory to her man by many people.

"So what plans do you have?" Asked Kalle in English and smiled towards them. Aurora had a good feeling about him.

"Aurora wants a burger so we’re going to try to find a table here somewhere."

"If Bill can find a table easily, it must be even easier for you," said John to her with a smile but she still got a bad vibe from him.

"We are on our way to have a beer, the weather is great!" Said Kalle. Bill had said Swedes like to talk about the weather so she smiled at him.

"It is, Sweden shows its best side for me," she said with a giggle and John looked her up and down. Bill gave him a fast look but waved it away, he had never ever gotten a bad vibe from John before.

"Are the Swedes kind to you?" Kalle cordially asked.

"Yeah totally! But Bill is so nervous! I don't know what you think will happen!" She turned to him with a teasing smile.

"I believe someone will push you in the water or something. Or just throw you up on their shoulder and run!" He said dramatically and she laughed which encouraged him to do the same.

"Yeah I guess that actually could happen…" said John and looked her up and down again with a smirk.

"I think we should go get that beer but it's really nice to meet you," said Kalle and gave Bill a hug again. Bill gave them both a one armed hug so he didn't need to release Aurora's hand. John moved towards Aurora and bent down and gave her a hug too and Bill furrowed his brows. He had never gotten a bad feeling about John before but now with Aurora it felt completely different. When the two men had walked away Bill looked down at Aurora with worry.

"He doesn't usually act like that…"

She smiled a little and shrugged her shoulders, worse things had happened to her than an awkward hug.

"It's okay. Everyone can behave weirdly sometimes."

Bill nodded a little to himself but pulled Aurora closer, suddenly it felt like every man was looking at her with predatory stares.

They found a table outside and both ate a burger. He looked at her drinking a glass of champagne as dessert. It was the first time she drank in public with him and even if he got protective he also felt warm that she trusted him so much that she could relax.

"I'm nervous about tomorrow," she said with an anxious smile. Bill sat where he had the afternoon sun in his face and it made his skin and hair glow. "A Scandinavian beauty", thought Aurora and got warm by seeing him so fresh and handsome in the late spring light.

"Why? It will be really small and relaxed. It's nothing like the premieres in the US, it's more like a home party."

"Yeah but… Everyone you love will be there and I don't know, what if they hate me?"

"Has anyone ever hated you?"

"Your ex isn't that fond of me…" she said with an amused smirk. Bill shook his head, it had become more obvious every time they met that his ex had something against Aurora.

"I don't know what her problem is."

"She's still in love with you," said Aurora neutrally. She had said it a couple times before but Bill just smirked at her every time, he was sure his ex wasn't in love with him but it did seem like Aurora was a bit jealous.

"She will be there tomorrow. I always invite her to things, I guess to be polite."

Aurora nodded a little.

"I guess that's logical. Hopefully she doesn't strangle me in the darkness of the movie theater." Bill laughed and dragged his hands over her naked knees under the table.

×××

There was chaos in Bill's apartment the next day. He had somehow believed Aurora would be a bit more chill at this little premiere than she usually would but by noon a hair stylist and makeup artist pushed their way into Bill's place. He watched her transform from perfect to even more perfect while he himself laid on the couch with his laptop on his stomach. He had thought that he would get some work done but instead he just watched Aurora's transformation. It was obvious this was the highlight of the stylists' career but Aurora was also an extremely picky and demanding customer. She was never unfriendly but made them nervous because it seemed like she had more knowledge than them.

Bill looked at his suit hanging in a garment cover on the bedroom door. It was just a simple black suit from Tom Ford but sat impeccably tailored. He had gotten a suit from a Swedish designer he had chosen to wear at first and sent pictures to Aurora. She didn't say anything about it and he knew her so well now he knew it was a bad sign. Even if he didn't want to be affected he asked for her opinion and she said it looked cheap and that it was too small over his shoulders. He had always doubted his ex-girlfriends opinions but he could see at once Aurora was right but he still felt obligated to use the Swedish suit. As soon as he said that to Aurora she just shook her head and said that it didn't work and called Tom Ford's head office and said to Bill to blame it on her. So he did. He said to the Swedish designer that Aurora had already arranged a suit for him to wear and they bought it without any drama. He was happy that she said what she really thought but was still surprised how much he cared.

"Your turn!" Said Aurora with her hair and makeup done and pulled her silk robe tighter around her body. Bill gave her a confused look.

"No, I’ll do my hair by myself, that's actually for the best." He smiled doubtfully and laughed a little.

"Not the hair, I mean your face." She looked at herself in a makeup mirror and took away some lipstick on her teeth with her tongue.

Bill has worn makeup at several premieres as to not look greasy or too pale in the bright flashes of the photographers' cameras but never in Sweden. It wasn't such a big deal there and there weren’t as many photographers.

"I'm okay," he said and looked down at his computer. Aurora just stood and looked at him and played with her nails. He looked at her confused but didn't say anything. For a while it was quiet between them because Aurora obviously wanted to say something but Bill didn't ask what.

"It's just…" she said carefully and Bill sighed with a smirk.

"Yeah?" He asked with a pointed smile. He knew she would say what she wanted if he just stared her down a while.

"It's probably the weather but… Your t-zone is quite shiny right now and in bright lighting it will…"

He sighed but smirked. He put down the laptop on the couch and stood up.

"Fine, fine." He sat down in the makeup chair that was way too high because they had just put on makeup on Aurora who was so much shorter.

When Bill was ready to go he sat down on the backrest of the couch and waited on Aurora who still was in the bathroom. He wasn't really nervous but wondered how it would be to go to such a thing in Sweden with Aurora. He had a feeling it would be quite different than what he usually experienced in the past. Aurora came out in the same pink heels he had seen her in a couple days before and a black dress. Her hair was gathered in a low ponytail that laid sleek over her shoulder. She was more modest than he had ever seen her but when she turned around he realized that wasn't really true. The dress was in a halter neck model and was tied around her neck with a big pink bow while her back was completely bare just like much of her sides, he could even see her little B tattoo.

Aurora just smiled a little. She didn't need to hear she looked good, she could already see on his face what he thought.

"I will never understand why the director wanted me to bring you, no one will even pay attention to the movie with you in the room," said Bill as he looked her up and down.

"Maybe it is because he realized it's a really bad movie," she joked and took her little glittery bag.

Bill made an amused sound and shook his head.

"I hear you have high expectations of me," he joked and laid his arm around her after they had walked out from the apartment and he had locked the door.

"You're the best, baby but sometimes you pick weird projects," she said honestly and let him guide her down the stairs. She struggled a bit as she walked down the stairs with chunky heels.

He didn't say anything, just smiled lovesick and looked at her concentrating on not falling down the stairs.

×××

It was not at all as it usually would be. They had their own security, two beefy guys that would follow them around, mostly Aurora, but the production company had seemed to have procured security too. The modest entrance of the movie theater was adorned with fairy lights and a broad red carpet that was empty while the other guests walked on another carpet to the side. He could see that there were quite well known Swedish celebrities but the broad carpet seemed to be saved for someone else.

"Vad fan…" whispered Bill for himself and pinched his lower lip.

"What?" Said Aurora, unknowing to what was happening. She couldn't see that the people that were steered away from the broad carpet were famous people and were made to use the slimmer carpet.

"Nothing babe," he said and kissed her hand before the car stopped by the broad carpet and the security jumped out. He looked at Aurora, she didn't look nervous, public performances were the most natural thing for her and her nerves would probably hit her when it was time for the after party.

There were more people around the carpet then there usually were, and many more photographers too as he realized when he jumped out. People shouted and applauded, especially when Aurora came out in her pink heels. It didn't really feel like his Sweden but it wasn't really, now it was Aurora's. There were many feelings being around her in public. Pride, protectiveness but also an awkward feeling of standing behind her. Not really because she got so much attention because he received it too and he didn't really care, the problem was that he didn't have her attention. He knew he was childish but when he saw others doing anything to touch her, be close to her his heart palpitated with jealousy. It was a bit better inside when they just posed for the photographers. She did it comfortably and with purpose she turned a bit away from the photographers and looked over her shoulder so she could show the back of the dress. She could feel Bill becoming stiff next to her and she looked up at him with a bright smile that made him smile too. She giggled and it made him smile bigger. The photographers probably got some great shots of them, drowning in each other's eyes.

When they stepped away from the carpet he noticed many of the photographers turned to Aurora anyway but when he gave them a questioning look they let her be.

A young man with a tray came up to them but looked nervous and out of focus.

"Champagne?"

He held the tray out in front of them with the glasses.

"Do you have anything alcoholic free?" Bill asked in Swedish. He would also drink alcohol free, both to keep Aurora company but also because he was nervous something would happen.

They spoke with some journalists, someone that filmed for the TV news. Mostly they did the interviews together, they were like vultures on Aurora otherwise and she thought it was boring that the security would come in like annoying big brothers.

"There is my dad," said Bill suddenly to her and nodded to a tall older man. She knew well who Stellan was and she became almost a bit starstruck seeing him. He seemed to be such a lovely person. He walked towards them with a bright smile along with his wife.

"There is a little more commotion here than there usually is," he said and gave his son a hug.

"And here is the beauty that has mesmerized my son," he said to Aurora with a big smile. She giggled a little.

"I guess it is," she said and gave Bill a fast look. She shook Stellan's hand and his wife's and the both of them were so friendly. She hadn't really expected anything else either. Stellan seemed to be such a warm man and his wife was 25 years younger than him, it wasn't like he would care that his son was with a woman 16 years younger than him. Bill's father and wife moved on to talk with some other guests and she could see two of Bill's big brothers waiting to talk to them. Aurora took a sip of her alcoholic free sparkling wine just to wet her throat and then let two more tall men with their respective partners swallow her up. All of them were so tall, even the girlfriends and she felt quite lost in all the Swedish and tall people but it was just for a moment until they turned to her and spoke English. All of them were really nice and she relaxed little by little. Even at the after party she was calm, mostly because her pride over Bill took over. The movie had been really great and it was obvious he was the star. He was funny and quick. And hot and she leaned into him just to tell him how sexy and awesome he was. Bill felt proud like a peacock and felt himself grow an inch of the praise from her and so many others and to have the most beautiful, charismatic woman in the room by his side. Everyone was quite mesmerized by them and he had never before felt a woman move with him so well. Their chemistry was obvious and people looked at them just as interested as they had watched the movie but of course there were skeptics in the room. One of them was Bill's ex who looked at them annoyed while they slow-danced together on the dance floor. Aurora had taken off her shoes and Bill had lifted her up to not break his back by leaning down so much. They looked precious, even she could see that, but what was annoying her the most was that several of Eija's friends took pictures of the two, with the couple's consent. Girls that had never accepted her but now acted as if Bill and Aurora were the leads in a romcom.

Bill let her go after a while and gave her the shoes and a peck on the lips before she walked towards the bathroom with one of her security guys.

"Hey Aurora," said his ex when she walked by her with a friendly smile. Aurora giggled with surprise and turned to her.

"Oh hey, I really must pee, do you want to come with me?" She asked his ex who looked at her confused. It felt like a really teenage thing to invite someone when you went to the toilet.

"Okay…" she said doubtfully and followed the petite girl into the bathroom. She wondered quietly if she was drunk or something.

"So you're here with Bill?" She asked outside of the stall while she heard Aurora pee.

"Yes it's amazing to see Sweden! I love it."

His ex looked at herself in the mirror. She had been drinking and felt quite confrontational.

"Yeah… But don't you feel like he's a bit old for you? I mean, you're so young and vibrant."

Aurora giggled again. His ex rolled her eyes, she hated that giggle.

"That giggle you do, have you always done that?"

Aurora came out from the booth with her shoes on and washed her hands.

"Yeah, why?" She looked at his ex through the mirror. The ex didn't really like viewing the reflection of the two of them next to each other and lowered her gaze.

"It sounds a bit fake…"

Aurora looked down. Did she want to hurt her? She took a deep breath.

"Actually it was my father that said to me at a young age he loved it so I started to do it more and then I guess it stuck?" She continued to talk with a low gaze. His ex did the same but still felt a need to just push her around a bit. The next day she would regret it because it was obvious the combination of hurt feelings, alcohol and a wobbling self esteem made her do it.

"Yeah Bill said you're close with your father… You lived with them for a long time?"

"Yeah I lived with them until I bought the house. I love my parents." Aurora smiled a little but still didn't dare to look at his ex. His ex laughed a little.

"Oh wow. I thought about joking about… Oh wow…"

Aurora looked up at her now.

"Hm?"

"Yeah, that you're so young that you just left your parents' home. Do you have your room intact at their place too?"

Aurora looked at her in silence. She did have her old room intact at her parents house but wouldn't give her the satisfaction.

"You know, Bill and I were together for 12 years. A healthy grown up relationship. What he's doing with you isn't that." She looked at Aurora up and down.

"You're a child." She said before leaving the bathroom with her head high. Aurora still couldn't get a word out. She knew she would cry again, like the child she was, she would break down in tears again, needing comfort. It was better to stay inside the bathroom so no one else would think the same thing as Bill's ex.

Bill's phone vibrated in the inner pocket of his suit jacket. He stood with some of his co-stars and laughed at an inside joke. He took up the phone, guessing it might be his ex's parents who were babysitting but saw "Little Lou" on his screen.

"Yeah, babe? Where are you?" He answered fast, covering his other ear to hear her. He worried something had happened. Even if nothing had ever really happened to her while they were together but he could see how men looked at her.

"Ehh… One of the security guys is just driving me around… I didn't feel so good…"

Bill could hear that she was upset. Aurora had stopped crying but just wanted out of the party but she didn't have a key to Bill’s so instead the security just drove her around Stockholm so she could calm down.

Bill walked away from his company to a calmer corner of the club.

"Why didn't you call me sooner? We could have just gone home."

"I didn't want to ruin things for you but then I realized you maybe would worry if you didn't find me and… Yeah it ended up like this…" she said and pulled up her feet in the car seat. She had taken off her shoes and pulled out some pins out of her hair that bugged her.

Bill sighed a little, not because he was irritated with her or that his night probably was over but because she believed she shouldn't say anything to him. She was the one he wanted to be with the most, if she wanted to go, then he wanted that too.

"Can you tell the security to pick me up? I want to be with you babe."

Aurora smiled a little at his words.

"You can just give me the keys. I can manage being alone for a while."

"No, I want to be with you. Just pick me up. My party is with you," he said sweetly and smirked to himself. He was such a sap. Aurora giggled, but stopped abruptly because she could hear words from earlier that night being whispered in her ear.

He heard Aurora say to the driver that they would pick him up and he smiled a little but there was something that felt off, her way of abruptly stopping her giggling and her upset tone. Something had happened.

×××

He didn't ask her much about the after party because she seemed to just want to snuggle and he thought they could talk about it the next day. Aurora woke up before Bill and looked at him, he was pink in the cheek from the heat in the room and his hair was messy. She was still fascinated that a grown man could be so cute and dragged a finger tip over his plump lips. He looked up at her with big tired eyes and Aurora snuggled in closer to him. That broad manly chest that made her feel secure and safe everytime he was near. She didn't want to think about the night before, what his ex had said and put it away in a corner to think about on a grayer day. Today it was sunny, the cherry blossoms were in full bloom and Bill was hard. A perfect spring morning. She kissed him with a lot of tongue and he smirked into the kiss. They made out messily in the spring sun and Aurora pushed down his boxers so his cock slapped against his stomach but they were abruptly interrupted by Aurora's phone. She ignored it ones, like she had done when it rang in the middle of the night but when it called again she felt forced to answer.

"I'm sorry…" She said to Bill. "Hey Andrew."

"God why don't you answer? I've been trying to call you all night!"

"Hello, time difference? I've been sleeping."

Andrew sighed loudly.

"Time to work then because now the gossip is spreading again!" He said upset. Bill looked at Aurora with furrowed brows, he could hear Andrew through the phone.

"Okay?"

"Look at the things I'm sending to you."

Aurora put the speaker on and looked at the pictures she received from Andrew. It was mostly from Instagram but also some gossip sites.

Aurora Lou pregnant!

Swedish source say Aurora Lou and Bill Skarsgård are expecting their first child!

Aurora laughed a little. People made up so much shit.

"So? Why do they believe that?" She asked and let Bill look over her shoulder at the screenshots Andrew had sent to her.

"Something about you two not drinking alcohol, that you have a belly but also that Bill has told people that!"

Bill furrowed his brows.

"I haven't said she's pregnant," he said to Andrew, who became quiet when he realized Bill could hear him. "And Aurora definitely does not look pregnant."

"They’re not my words, Bill, it's gossip."

"Yeah, yeah. Who cares really? We have been together for 10 months, that's the time you can be together in Hollywood before they either think you should have a baby or get married."

Aurora smiled a bit amused towards Bill and gave him a kiss on the cheek, she was glad he didn't make such a big thing out of it either.

"I just think you can post something on IG that kills these rumors."

"Like what? An ultrasound?" She joked and Bill laughed a little.

"Don't give me that attitude. You know I just want your best Princess."

Aurora rolled her eyes.

"Yeah, okay Andrew. I will see what I can cook up."

When they had hung up she looked down at Bill who had laid down again and kicked the cover off so he laid glorious naked. She dragged a hand up his hairy thigh and Bill answered by pushing his crotch out with a smirk.

"But you know it will happen," he said and laid her hand around his half hard cock. She looked at him with a confused smile and dragged her hand up and down his member.

"I will get you pregnant one day. Maybe sooner than you know." He smirked coyly but Aurora just furrowed her brows and let go of him.

"No."

Bill didn't really see the signals and just dragged her close and pushed her down in bed.

"I will put a baby in you… Maybe even now…" he kissed her neck but got shoved away harshly.

"Against my will in that case," said Aurora, upset and moved away from him. "I don't want any kids." Bill smiled a bit condescending.

"Sure you will. You will change your mind."

"No. I don't want to have kids. I've known that since I was a teenager."

Bill licked his lips and covered himself.

"But you love kids? You're great with kids?"

"Yeah but that doesn't mean I want them. And like you have three already. I thought you were finished with that?"

Bill could feel the hostility steam from her and tried to lay a calming hand on her knee but she just pushed it away. She heard her phone vibrate again but just waited for an answer from Bill.

"I don't know… I just thought that you… I have just thought a lot about you and I having our own little baby." He said with a little smile and she could see on his face how much the thought of a baby made him light up. She just felt nauseous when she thought about having a baby. She had her dogs and her plants. That was enough for her.

"I don't want a baby. I don't like that thought at all." She looked almost disgusted and for some reason felt Bill hurt. He looked her up and down. He had fantasized about getting her pregnant more than he cared to admit. Having a chubby baby that was just theirs. He had even thought about getting her pregnant while they had sex, fantasized about how his seed would plant in her and make her belly round. Aurora sat with her legs crossed tightly together like he would never ever get to come close to her again. She really didn't want a child and was so tired of hearing that she would change her mind. She didn't want a kid. Never ever. One of the reasons for her being so open to dating a guy that already had kids was because she thought he was finished. That he had already ended that chapter of his life. Instead she could see on his face that he was disappointed and upset but she would never become a mom to please a guy. She looked at her phone to distract herself and saw a new picture from Andrew but this was something else. It was a black and white picture of two people kissing in bed. Bill and Michelle. Her assistant Michelle.

×

[the-dimitrescu-seamstress]

LookBook Number... I have no idea

It’s always interesting to stumble upon other artists and their take on the Countess’ wardrobe. I believe I’ve used this particular individual before (Marblenarts), but she does such lovely work, so why not visit her again?

Black and red... colors that show off the Countess’ coloration quite nicely, while also conveying power and respectability. Now, while it’s not entirely clear, I do think there is a shoulder drape off her left side that can double as a wrap if absolutely needed. Although, honestly? i would keep that material light and gauzy, leaving it purely decorative rather than functional.

I do like the slashes of red in the predominately black skirt, but I’m not quite certain if the red from the belt is a separate sash, or if it is simply sewn into the body of the dress. Either way? Gorgeous. 

Cascades of Swarovski crystals in metallic gold, lustrous black, and even a few deep, bloody reds would finish the accent points off nicely.

This is... diaphanous, which is not a word I’d use to describe the Countess. Her daughters are more diaphanous than her. She’s... sturdy. 

I’m trying to figure this dress out. A lot of light chiffon, with only the red bodice and skirt as being entirely opaque. It’s a interesting look, but I’m certain Alcina would enjoy the length of the sleeves. Something too loose and free is not a good thing, especially for a woman of her size. I do imagine a back drape of red chiffon coming off the bottom of the red bodice, adding a bit of interest.

Speaking of the bodice... At first look, I thought it was likely inexpensive sequins giving that color, but upon closer investigation, I think it’s a red lace on top of a dark silver, grey, or black. Something that adds a bit of contrast, and a slimming effect to her waistline. Not that she needs it.

I’ve no comment on the fascinator. I don’t really do hats.

Pantsuits. She’s not exactly a fan of such things, but I think I could talk Alcina into wearing these styles. The slight flare at the bottom of the pant leg is nice, since we are well aware of the size of her hips. It balances things out.

I’m thinking three different fabrics for this suit. A plain solid for the pants, a red, layered lace for the bodice, and a red on red brocade or damask. The buttons? Shiny red gem-like things to catch the light and give a little bit of sparkle.

I’m guessing the wrap is fur. Really poofy fur.

My one complaint are the lace gloves. Her nails will catch on them so incredibly easy. Her claws will shred them.

I like the classic, clean lines of this. I also think that a calf length skirt could be an alternate option to the pants. For ease of design, I would make the cape detachable, and yes, i see that it goes over the jacket sleeves before seemingly connecting to the back of the jacket. Also, the fabric would be white. Not cream or antique white, but actual white. 

I’m not exactly sure what to do for the black aspects of the jacket, whether to just piece the black and use some sort of embroidery to ‘feather’ it out to the white? That actually might be the best idea. Have a textured, matte black fabric that feathers out to the crisp white. Maybe have that third lapel a soft silver gradient? Definitely have hidden closures for the jacket.

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