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[kissitbttr]

mafia!toji and his sweet sweet baby girl who he rescued from that dingy stripper club because he just can’t stand seeing her pretty face and body being exposed to sleazy old men. because she belongs to him. ever since he he laid his eyes on her, he’s locked in. no going back.

he spoils her. everyday. she wants custom swarovski crystals dress? he’s already making calls with the designer as they speak. she wants blueberry pancakes for breakfast? he ordered his private chef to make a luxurious brekkie in bed with five different dishes. she wants to taste the best italian food in town? he’ll do her one better. booked two tickets to rome, letting his right hand man to take over the job while he’s going vacation with his baby.

she asks for one, he gives her ten,

“oh come on, ji-ji! you have the other three looking stoic already! just smile one for meeee”

the two of them went out for an anniversary dinner. toji had booked reservations at one of the most expensive fine dining restaurant in the city. despite telling him to keep the money for something much more important, he feels like there’s no need to. he’s loaded with it.

she feeds him the delicious food, wipe stains off the corner of his lips with her tongue a napkin. while he sits back against the chair, hand around the whiskey glass as the other roams freely against her bare thigh.

seeing her happy, makes him happy. there is nothing in the world he wouldn’t give her.

…except smiling

what he thought that it would be a simple dinner and a long night of him fucking her, she had another idea,

he hears her plead, all while she sits cross legged on top of his thigh.lips forming into a pout as her manicured fingers cradling his handsome face,

“baby” toji grumbles, eyes lulling to the back. “i don’t smile”

“you smile whenever i play with your hair”

“that’s different!” he argues, looking at her as his cheeks turn crimson pink. “i only do that in the comfort of my own home. with you.”

she rolls her eyes, arms crossing over her chest. “you’re so dramatic. it’s just a photobooth! i’ll tuck it nicely in my drawer so no one will have to see. pleaseeee?”

she’s doing that thing with her eyes. puppy dog look. bottom lip jutting forward. one look that got him hooked in the first place.

damn him for folding so easily,

he groans yet faces the camera once again, pulling her close by the hips. “fine” his reply makes her squeal, giving a big fat kiss on the cheek, leaving a bright red stain on the skin. “just this once, ma”

[buckymorelikefuckme]

freakness on the loose

dark steve rogers x dark fem reader

words: 2.1k

warnings: **18+ ONLY** smüt, oral (f receiving), public s*ex, unprotected s*ex (don't do that), spitting, implied/referenced violence

a/n: this is my first dark fic but i feel like it's more dark lite djdjdnd anyway i hope you all like it! any and all mistakes are mine. feedback is encouraged & appreciated ♡

The booming bass of the club thrummed through you, practically making the blood in your veins vibrate. You sway your hips sensually from your perch on the balcony of the luxury VIP room, watching the people below, waving your fingers flirtatiously at anyone who meets your gaze.

And plenty of people are looking. You’re wearing a skin-tight dress with thin straps, sheer and covered in Swarovski crystals, the only thing underneath it being your tiny black thong, leaving your tits on full display. The chunky, platform heels on your feet made your legs look extra long and toned. You look hot and you know it. It's exactly the type of outfit you wore when you wanted to cause trouble.

As much as you loved teasing people, letting them drink in the image of your body and ache for more, it never took long for you to get bored.

With a dull sigh, you turn around, leaning back against the railing of the balcony and shifting your attention to the men in the room. Steve sits languidly on the velvet sofa, one leg crossed over the other, a glass of whiskey held loosely in his hand. His expression mirrors your boredom. The man sitting opposite him doesn't seem to care as he drones on and on, stroking his own ego as he talks himself up.

You already knew why Steve wanted to meet with him. A low-ranking dealer who's become a little too self important, thinks he's hot shit and that he runs more than he's been given. Steve hates when his generosity is taken advantage of.

You slowly make your way over to the two men, stopping next to Steve and taking the whiskey from his hand, downing it one go.

The man stops speaking abruptly, cutting off his gloating about getting a personal meeting with the boss. You nearly laugh. It's hilarious that these guys never stop to think how it could be a bad thing to be called in to speak with Steve.

“Goddamn,” the man whose name you didn't bother learning mutters, eyeing your body hungrily. “A woman like you who can handle her alcohol? That's sexy.”

If it wasn't for the music coming from the speakers, the room would be far too quiet in the moment that follows. You turn sharp eyes on the man, who merely smirks.

Hm… This will be fun.

“Yeah? You think I'm sexy?” Your voice is a purr. You step into his space and bury your fingers through his hair, light and unassuming, until you fist the strands harshly and yank his head back. His gasp is thrilling. “You wanna fuck me?”

His eyes are wide, shocked, and he must see the way your own eyes are blazing, because the taunting leer has fallen off his stupid face.

“C’mon, I’m just kidding,” he tries, swallowing roughly as his gaze flits from you to Steve.

You pout. “So you don't think I’m sexy? You’re sending me mixed signals here, baby. Do you want me or not?”

He looks at Steve, apprehension making his shoulders hunch. Steve stares back, face unreadable, which seems to only add to his discomfort.

“Stevie,” you begin, plopping down in the man’s lap, biting back a manic grin at the way he freezes beneath you, hands hovering as far away from your body as possible. “He's hurting my feelings.”

“No, hey, wait—”

“Answer her question.”

The deep, commanding tone of Steve’s voice makes you press your thighs together, eyelids becoming heavier with desire. You adore the way Steve is looking at you right now, at the man whose lap you're perched on. Like he'd rip him to shreds in a blink and fuck you next to his desecrated remains. It's delicious.

“Look, it was just a joke—” the man tries again, but it's nowhere near the right thing to say.

“Ah, so she's a joke to you, then?” Steve wonders, tilting his head.

The man sputters. “N-No! Of course not, I just—” He stops, choosing his words carefully, though he's pretty much dug his grave already. “You're very attractive. The boss is a lucky man.”

Your lips pull up into a grin, tracing the shell of his ear with your thumb. “Do you wanna be a lucky man?”

Sensing he's headed for shark infested waters, the man backtracks. “I think it's time for me to go, actually.”

“Mm, no, that's not happening,” you say with a sickly sweet smile. You boop his nose. “We’re not done with you yet.”

Steve rises from the sofa, tall and imposing. You bite your lip in anticipation.

“Why don't you and your friend come sit here, sweetheart?” Steve suggests, nodding to the sofa behind him.

“Really, sir, I—”

“Don't make me repeat myself.”

The man glances warily at you and Steve. You stand, tugging him to follow and shoving him to sit in Steve’s vacated spot, returning to his lap. He keeps his hands to himself still, but you know that's gonna change soon.

Steve leans over, capturing your lips in a slow kiss, licking into your mouth as he cups your jaw. He pulls away and drops to his knees. You shift impatiently on the man’s lap, seeing his hands clench into fists on the cushion out of your peripheral. Steve nudges you back, making you rest your weight along the man’s torso.

“Open up for me, darlin’,” he instructs.

You spread your legs, draping them on either side of the man’s knees.

“Wait, what are you doing?” his strained voice asks.

“Shut up,” Steve replies.

The man’s mouth shuts with an audible click.

Steve pulls your thong to the side and runs the fingers of his free hand along your slick center. You moan softly. He leans in, putting his mouth on your pussy and sinking two fingers inside you.

“Fuck, Stevie, that's good,” you breathe, reaching up to release your tits from the top of your dress so you can pinch your nipples.

Steve continues to fingerfuck you and suck on your clit, bringing you close to your peak within minutes, knowing your body like it's his own. You usually like to cum multiple times, but you're not sure how long he’ll last before he’ll want to take care of the man under you.

He pulls his fingers out, spitting on your cunt before sliding three fingers back inside you, curling them expertly as your whines get louder and louder. Your hips roll, chasing your high. The movement makes the man grow hard beneath you and you laugh. Steve’s noticed, too, of course, and he doubles his efforts, eyes locked on yours as the heat coiling in your belly finally snaps. You cry out as your orgasm washes over you and Steve drags it out until you're twitching. He rises to his full height, sucking his fingers clean as you come down from your high.

“Keep her legs open,” Steve orders as he unbuttons his slacks, lowering the zipper and pulling out his hard cock.

Shakily, and without having to be told a second time, the man cradles your spread thighs. His grip is loose, though, and Steve sneers.

“You wanted to fuck her but that's how you're gonna touch her? That's fucking insulting. Do it right.” The man’s hold tightens and Steve grins, voice low and condescending as he says, “There you go. Now lie back.”

“W-What?” he stutters.

“You heard me. On your back, now.”

The man adjusts your positions, shifting until he can lie sideways on the sofa. Steve’s stare is getting wilder and wilder by the second. He joins the two of you, and knowing what's coming, you wiggle excitedly.

When he finally slides into your dripping cunt, it's with you lying on top of the man while he still holds your legs spread open. Only, now Steve has the man’s legs spread as well, fitting himself between them so that when he fucks into you the man below you feels it too. Steve’s thrusts jostle both your bodies, and giddy giggles bubble out of you mixed with pleasured cries of Steve’s name.

You turn your head, moaning and whining directly into the man’s ear, wanton and needy. You can see the way his face burns in shame and it only adds to the desire building in your core.

“Aren’t you fucking lucky?” you gasp as your pussy welcomes the stretch of Steve’s cock. “You get to witness how good Stevie fucks me.”

He remains silent, his fingers digging into your flesh hard enough that you wonder if they'll leave marks. For his sake, you hope not. He's not coming out of tonight unscathed as it is. You'd hate for him to make it worse.

Oh, who are you kidding? You’ll probably watch Steve and his goons teach him a lesson later and it'll be another highlight of your night, second only to this current moment.

“You know, I should chop your fucking hands off at the wrists for touching my girl,” Steve muses, grunting as you clench around him.

“You–You told me to!” the man replies, panicked.

Steve laughs meanly and the sound goes straight to your cunt. “If I told you to walk into oncoming traffic, would you do that, too?” His thrusts get harder, sharper, making you mewl, your hands reaching to pluck at your nipples again. “Little bitches like you never learn,” Steve hisses. “You think you're some big hotshot, just because I give you a job to do. It's fucking pathetic.” He leans down, bracing himself with his hands on either side of the bodies under him as he picks up the pace. “And then when I bring my girl around you stupid pricks, you forget your manners and disrespect her, without fail. You think you can fuck her better than I can? Huh? Answer me!”

“No, sir!”

You're mindless now, mouthing wetly at Steve’s neck, biting and sucking kisses into the skin there, just wanting to feel whatever you can of him. You writhe, whining, begging for more, for release, for everything.

“Who's fucking you so good, sweetheart? Who's wrecking your pretty pussy?” Steve prods.

“Stevie is,” you whimper. “Please, Stevie, make me cum, wanna cum, please.”

Steve lifts himself up, spitting on your clit, smirking at the way it makes you moan, then starts rubbing fast circles into the swollen flesh. You're loud enough now that you're sure the club goers downstairs can hear you. The thought fans the flames in your core.

All too soon, you feel your high cresting. You babble nonsense, hands never staying in one spot, tugging your own hair, your nipples, digging your nails into Steve’s back through his crisp, white button down shirt. When your orgasm hits, you grin like a mad woman.

“I'm coming, I'm coming,” you chant, laughing, moaning.

You clench around Steve’s cock, over and over, the pleasure never ending. Steve groans above you, fucking into you roughly as he chases his own high.

“In me, Stevie, please, cum in me,” you beg, “mark me from the inside.”

“Fuck,” Steve gasps, thrusting one, two, three more times before stilling, moaning as he spills inside your cunt.

You hum, entirely pleased, pulling Steve down into a dirty kiss. It takes a few minutes for the rigid body beneath you to register in your cum-drunk brain. You pull away, grinning at Steve as he sits up, sliding out of you. He gathers the mixture of your slick and his cum, bringing it to your lips. With a coy look, you suck on his fingers, swallowing the taste of the two of you with a moan.

“Now,” Steve starts, putting his cock back in his slacks, “my girl’s gonna get up and fix her clothes, and then you and I are gonna head out back to have another chat.”

Resigned to his fate, the man simply nods.

Steve helps you stand and put your thong back in place, pressing kisses to the tops of your tits before you pull your dress back up. You can't resist kissing him one more time, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, loving the feel of his large hands on the small of your back. He smacks your ass and breaks the kiss.

“Can't I watch, Stevie?” you ask, jutting your bottom lip out.

“You might get your pretty dress dirty, darlin’.”

You pout. “Please?”

“Okay, okay, I suppose it's fair,” Steve sighs.

You clap your hands happily, giggling. You turn to the man sitting on the sofa who looks two seconds away from bursting into tears and send him a sunny smile.

“It's my turn to watch!”

Steve huffs a laugh, signaling to his men who've been lurking in the shadows to come collect the sorry piece of shit beside you. He doesn't put up too much of a fight, which is a little disappointing, but you're sure he’ll be begging for mercy soon enough.

[lilsunflower95]

Cruel Summer: Chapter 1 ~ Keep Running

Pairing: Taehyung x original female character

Genre: Fluff, angst

Rating: T-SFW

Word Count: 1,856

Warnings: n/a

Disclaimers: ©lilsunflower95 - As this is my original work, I do not allow reposts or translations of my work on any platforms, this includes YouTube, Tik Tok, Pinterest, and/or Wattpad.

Summary: Yoo Hyori is a successful actress and model who has a crush on Kim Taehyung. She learns she will soon team up with for a new television series being filmed in Mexico.

m.list (coming soon)

“She’s worth more than he is.”

Yoo Hyori’s manager was pacing in her living room, his slippers squeaking against the highly polished wood flooring, while she stood at the marble island of her gleaming kitchen scooping soy sauce braised chicken mixed with onions, mushrooms, peppers, and glass noodles into a large cream colored serving bowl. 

“Mr. Kang…, please?” She looked up at him with a hint of a smile playing on her ruby red lips to remind him to be kind as he ran a hand over his thinning black hair.

“She does deserve to get paid more than him. He’s just a singer. She does it all!” He held a hand out, palm up as he turned away from her and put a hand on his hip under his tightly tailored blue suit jacket. 

She looked over to the awards that glittered under the spotlight as they sat on her floating shelves with a sense of pride. 

They really were quite resplendent in all their different shapes and sizes as they sat beside the various potted plants she had arranged carefully, afraid that leaving gaps would eat at her whenever she didn’t win an award and drive her to self destructive competitive levels.

“She has awards from television, from movies… you name it, she’s got it.” He paused for a moment before shaking his head and walking towards the hallway slipping slightly on an over polished spot. He glowered down at his feet then continued on, his voice becoming softer as he left. “You’re just saying that because women are more likely to buy merchandise than men. She’s got plenty of fans and you know it. Besides, she can actually cook! He can’t do that. He’s said on more than one occasion how he despises the task.”

Hyori’s assistant, Mei Jiang, looked at her with a wry smile as she picked up her glass of red wine and swirled it in her glass. “Do you know what role that’s for?”

“No. This is the first I’ve heard of it.” Hyori shook her head as she carefully placed the dish on the center of her long oak table with criss-cross legs. She shifted the plate to center it and tipped her head to admire the pure white bone china that was adorned with Swarovski crystals and accented in 24K gold details.

It was a far cry from the banana leaves she’d grown up eating off of.

“I can give you a hint, but you can't get your hopes up in case it doesn't work out.”

“Well, now you have to tell me.” Hyori breezed back into the kitchen and leaned against the island, wincing against the sting of the peppers and onions that were simmering in a pot of pork dumplings. “What is it?”

Mei looked over her shoulder, using her long, sharp nails to move her waist length black hair. After making sure they were alone for the moment, she leaned in close to Hyori and lowered her voice to a whisper. “It’s a television series being filmed in Mexico. The stars will run a fully functioning restaurant for a week to give Korean cuisine exposure. I know the location scout and apparently, the city is….”

She pressed her fingers together before her lips and squeezed her eyes shut.

A week in Mexico? She blinked and inhaled slowly and deeply as she imagined dipping behind a waterfall while the others looked for her. She imagined what it would be like to be alone again as her heart throbbed and tears pricked her eyes. She fought to keep a smile from her face as a laugh bubbled in her chest.

The idea of finally being able to be safe made her mind reel.

She caught herself from going too far into her imagination and raised a brow while watching Mei light a pair of red candles on the table, shielding the flame with her cupped hand.

“It’s that nice, hmm?” Hyori looked from Mei’s nod to the floor to ceiling windows that looked out over the ancient river and the glittering city beyond and sighed at the snow that was collecting in the corners. “It would be nice to be somewhere warm right now.”

“You want to know who he’s so mad about?” Mei leaned back in her seat to check the coast was clear again when the sound of shuffling footsteps filled the hallway. Hyori nodded and allowed Mei to pull her close by her arm so she could whisper in her ear. “Kim Taehyung.”

Hyori pulled away with wide eyes as her heart thumped in her chest painfully fast. “You’re kidding!”

Hyori’s mind immediately conjured the last time she’d seen Kim Taehyung. 

It had been on a photoshoot in Paris for… Vogue or Elle?… she couldn't quite remember which one. He had been dressed in a three piece black silk suit and was sitting at a small round table while fog was pumped on to the set to give the illusion of a smokey Parisian cafe. He had sat back in his chair and narrowed his eyes seductively at her as she walked behind the cameras to go to her own set.

She knew from her own training that it was normal for sitters to find someone behind the scenes to flirt with to make the photos more realistic, but still… it made her shiver.

Why had he chosen me… of all people… to look at? There were plenty of beautiful women there! They were so elegant and fashionable. I look like an amateur compared to them! Could it be that he was intimidated by them?

Mei shook her head and took a long pull on her wine when Kang came back into the room with a sigh.

He threw his arms out to the side as Hyori hurried back into the kitchen and began to sprinkle sesame seeds over stir fried octopus. “Well, I did my best. I got higher than what they initially wanted to pay, but it’s still not where it should be, which is a shame.”

Hyori glanced at Mei who nodded as she brought the next dish to the table. “Mr. Kang, I am most appreciative of everything you do for me. I would have nothing if it weren’t for you always looking out for me. I am very proud of and grateful for your continued efforts on my behalf.”

He bowed his head with a small appreciative smile as he clasped his hands behind his back, his shoulder popping as he did. He watched her portion out the rice until the bowls were neatly rounded and shook his head. “You do deserve better.”

“Maybe one day the industry will agree with you.” Hyori offered a small smile and motioned to the table. “But nevermind, dinner is ready. Please come and eat.”

She went into the kitchen and took up the bottle of wine, cradling it like a kitten as she went back to the table where she filled Kang’s glass then refilled Mei’s before serving herself.

She finally sat and watched her guests begin to eat and smiled in gratitude at their small hums of delight, pleased they were eating well.

“Mmm!” Kang sat straight suddenly, dabbing the corners of his mouth with the silk napkin, staining it with the remnants of a red pepper sauce, drawing the wide-eyed looks from Mei and Hyori as he hurriedly finished chewing. “I must apologize! I focused more of my energy on the negative instead of the positive!”

“It’s quite alright, Mr. Kang. But, please, share your good news so that we can all celebrate.” Hyori laid her hands on her lap demurely. 

“You were selected to be one of the stars for a new series called ‘Donghae’s Seoul Bistro’.” He stopped when he saw Hyori and Mei exchange looks before pointing at Mei, his bushy black brows rising high on his narrow brow. “Did you already tell her?”

Mei held her slender hands up and averted her eyes to the meal before her. “No! Of course not!”

She kicked Hyori’s shin under the table and widened her eyes with a smile. Hyori looked from her to Kang, her mouth falling open as her mind reeled. “I… she…. Uh….”

“Miss Jiang.” Kang settled his narrowed eyes on Mei and heaved a sigh.

“You’re supposed to be an actress!” Mei leaned over her plate, careful to avoid getting her tight maroon turtleneck on her food.

“Acting and lying are very different!” Kang glowered then plucked up several peppers and laid them on a steamed dumpling before popping it into his mouth.

Hyori rubbed her arm and looked down at the floor to avoid Mei though she could still feel the heat of her weighty stare.

“Well, since there was no way Mei could have known you would be selected, there is still some good news I can share.” Kang dabbed his lips again. “You were selected. Filming starts next week, but they’d like for you to go out as soon as possible to drum up anticipation on social media. There will be a photoshoot or two as well.”

Hyori’s face brightened as she beamed at Kang, who couldn’t help but to return her smile. She gripped his arm in her long fingers and leaned towards him. “When am I leaving?”

“Tomorrow, provided there are no conflicts with your schedule.” 

“It’s a little short notice.” Mei sat her chopsticks down and pulled her phone from her pocket, scrolling quickly through her calendar. “But, this will take priority. I don’t see anything I can’t reschedule. Some feathers may get ruffled, but I know I can make it happen without prejudice.”

“You make magic happen, Mei.” Hyori smiled at her as her shoulders relaxed when she sighed and slouched a bit as though she were watching a dream unfold. “I can’t believe this is happening. Two weeks in Mexico!”

Mei chuckled and shook her head as she sat her phone in her lap. “Well, I don’t know about that, but I endeavor to do my best. What will actually be magic is getting your wardrobe arranged in time. De la Renta just released a new line and, naturally, it’s all gorgeous. I’d love to see you in a few pieces. I think it would help drive you towards another magazine shoot or even get you an invitation to fashion week this year.”

“Really?” Hyori’s eyes went wide at the prospects. “That would be amazing.”

Mei reached across the table and squeezed her hand before her smile faltered. “It would be. I don’t know why, but I feel like this is going to be a life changing experience. What a strange feeling. Don’t you think? Anyway, you should eat this delightful food you’ve made before it gets cold.”

Hyori shifted in her seat with a giggle as she took up her chopsticks and pinched a chicken wing, chewing on it as her mind reeled.

This is all happening so fast. Please ancestors, spirits, God, Buddha, whoever is out there watching over me… please let me be strong and courageous. Please help me to keep running.

It's a bit short, but I hope you still enjoyed it! Thank you for reading.

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[f1uckinghell]

Lando wedding dress shopping with max and Charles Drabble?

this is from a while ago when I asked for little drabble ideas :) you can always send me more, it might just take me a while to answer them!

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They hadn’t meant for it to be such a huge ordeal. They had just walked by the store, and Max had said „Oh, this one is pretty!“ and Charles had said „You should try it on!“ and Lando had said „No!“, and now he was standing there, arms out, covered in ivory colored, rhinestone-covered silk.

„It’s very princess-like,“ the sale assistant went on, „Very luxurious. The silk is imported from Italy, and the stones are genuine Swarovski crystals-“

Charles, who had his head cocked critically, interrupted her. „Could you get us a belt or something? I don’t like how the waistline looks.“

The assistant’s face soured ever so slightly. „Of course, one moment.“

The second she was gone, Max asked, „How do you feel in this?“

„I feel like a creme puff!“ Lando burst out. He knew he sounded whiney, but he couldn’t help it. Just being in this much fabric was overwhelming.

„Bursting with Carlos’ creme,“ Charles smirked. Lando rolled his eyes at him. „Ha-ha.“

„It looked much nicer in the window,“ Max admitted, sounding disappointed.

„It’s the-,“ Charles was interrupted by his phone starting to vibrate. „Ah! Nico!“ He took the FaceTime call, immediately pointing the camera at Lando. „What do you think of this? In your professional opinion.“

Lando awkwardly waved at the camera with an un-enthusiastic „Hi Nico…“

„Absolutely not,“ Nico’s tinny voice immediately sounded from the phone’s speaker, „Terrible. Get it off now. You need something way more sleek, you look like a four year old’s birthday cake!“

„I hate it,“ Lando admitted, „But I have no idea what I want!“

„Clearly not this,“ Charles said, walking around Lando to show Nico the back of the dress.

„Are those Swarovski crystals?“ Nico sounded genuinely offended.

„…I don’t think they’re that awful,“ Max mumbled, crossing his arms.

„It’s hideous,“ Nico said.

The assistant chose that exact moment to come back with an equally sparkly belt, her face souring even more. „Ah, is that the bride’s mother on the phone?“

Charles managed to terminate the call right before Nico started using offensive language.

„You know what,“ he told the assistant, pointedly dropping his phone into his purse, „I don’t think this is what we are looking for. Thank you so much for your time though.“

Lando couldn’t wait to get out of this mountain of fabric.

Once they were out of the shop, he felt like he could breathe again. „That was terrible.“

„I really didn’t think it was that bad!“ Max argued.

„It could have looked cute on someone else,“ Charles agreed, looping his arm through Max’s comfortingly, „Someone with more curves, maybe.“

„Yeah…,“ Lando said slowly, finally picking up on why Max was so disappointed, „…it just didn’t feel very me.“

„Hmm, yeah,“ Max agreed, a little more satisfied now.

Charles’ phone kept going off in his purse nonstop. He fished it out, looking at the screen with his nose scrunched up.

„Nico is demanding you come by his atelier,“ he told Lando, „He has four different designs done already.“

Lando inhaled deeply. „…can we get ice cream first? I need sugar to prepare myself for that.“

[parfumieren]

Amanda (Amanda Lepore)

Of all the celebrities in the world, I chose her. I could have had Britney, J.Lo, Maria, Fergie, Celine, or Elizabeth Taylor-- heck, even Tilda Swinton, if androgyny was so compelling….

But no. My very deliberate first choice of celebrity perfume came from an aging transgender socialite with a rampant cosmetic surgery addiction and four dance-mix EPs that can best be described as unlistenable.

Why her? Why Amanda Lepore?

For those not in the know, Amanda Lepore is the steely-yet-vulnerable, thoroughly unshockable, plastic-fantastic queen of Manhattan's stygian depths. During the legendary '90's, Amanda ran with the likes of James Saint James, Richie Rich, DJ Keoki, and the Club Kids' notorious Svengali, Michael Alig. Her über-smooth, surgically-enhanced visage -- complete with cherry-red lips pumped full-to-bursting with collagen -- provided photographer and lifelong friend David LaChappelle with decades of inspiration. On the other hand, it's also attracted a particularly nasty brand of social editorial, scathing in its rejection of the blurred gender line.

But rest assured, I am not here to wield that weapon.

On the surface, Amanda's world is as far from my world as Pluto is to the sun. But I have been attracted to it all my life. I myself have walked the gender identity tightrope, as have many of my idols: David Bowie, Patti Smith, Nico and Candy Darling, Lili Elbe, Justin Vivian Bond, Kate Bornstein, Charles Busch, John Cameron Mitchell, Eddie Izzard, Divine. I identify more with these outlaws of the gender frontier than I do with Britney & Co. any day. And because of all this, I desperately wanted Amanda not to fail. I longed to see her perfume blow away all the haters and baiters and nasty naysayers.

Due to its limited production (only 5,000 bottles released) and prohibitive price tag ($900+), it appears that precious few samples of Amanda ever made their way into the hands of reviewers. Most journalists, online and off, merely recycled the most shocking snippets from the office press release. Its bottle (encrusted with 1,000 Swarovski crystals!) and its preposterous ingredients (red lipstick! Steamed rice! A dash of real Cristal® champagne"!) set Amanda up to be a magnificent train wreck.

Yet Luca Turin swore up and down that the damned thing had merit. He raved about the marvelous job done by Christophe Laudamiel to harness and tame its sizable iris content (which -- more than any amount of tacky bling -- surely accounted for that massive price tag).

If this was the Holy Grail of trash fragrances, loyalty drove this kitten to undertake a quest. In the end I found a tiny decant listed at a 60% percent discount-- perfect for me, since naturally I don't have a month's rent to spend on a single perfume. What else could I do? I snapped it up.

While waiting for its delivery, I confess I began to suffer from buyer's remorse. Had I really stopped to consider what a former Club Kid's perfume might smell like? I envisioned sweaty cleavage encased in a cruelly boned corset, whose black organza and lace had absorbed an evening's worth of subway stench, cigarette smoke, spilled bubbly and lightly toasted ketamine. (What can I say? I've read AND watched Party Monster far too often for my own good.) Even worse, I imagined the smell of the corset's matching black lace panties. A boozy, sexy, sticky, spent-all-night-at-the-club-and-can't-be-bothered-to-shower-now sort of smell. An ANGEL sort of smell.

What the hell had I done?

When Amanda arrived, I sat staring at the spray sample vial as if it held Eau de Kryptonite. I decided to apply it after a shower, not bothering to dress in case I found myself forced to break a land-speed record to get back under the hot spray.

Please, god, please-- don't let it be a scrubber, I found myself chanting. Come on, Amanda….

The first note shocked me cross-eyed. Are you fucking serious? I heard myself saying aloud. Apparently, yes she is. Delicate, delicious, and without a doubt feminine, here was the scent of steamed rice. When I first read those words in the press release, I'd thought it was a joke. But what now rose from my wrists was a remarkable facsimile of steamer-cooked Japanese short-grain brown rice, bran-rich and faintly woody. A mandarin note rode atop it, veiled as daintily in curls of steam as Lady Godiva in her long golden tresses. (Again, Amanda: are you fucking serious?)

A faint hint of fruity plastic -- the so-called "lipstick" accord -- followed, tailed by a tinge of something alcoholic. Cristal®? More like Gekkeikan. Yes, it was the unmistakable scent of warm plum sake. After expecting to be clocked in the head with a disco ball, to be ushered instead into the tatami room of a traditional kaiseki restaurant was near about the limit. The repast Amanda set before me was simple, impeccable, refined-- but she wasn't finished with me yet.

After ten minutes, the iris kicked in. The scent of iris shares so many olfactory characteristics with the notes that came before it -- rice, steam, gluten, wood, even plastic -- that I found myself whispering, Yes, yes, of course, I see it! It's not listed, but I trusted my own nose and that of Luca Turin: there's iris in here, all right. (In fact, I think that perhaps it alone creates that starchy-steam accord.)

After an hour, I was still fully engaged with the interweave of Amanda's three main accords: iris, rice, mandarin. At any given moment, one seemed more prominent than the others-- but a moment later, it gracefully ceded the foreground to another. I kept expecting a hostile takeover by something loathsome a la Angel, but it never came. Over and over, eternal, tranquil, they braided closely around one another - iris, rice, mandarin.

The watershed moment came when my spouse came home from work. I'd warned him that morning that my pulse points would be the staging area for an experiment-- possibly hazardous. Now I held my arm out to him. Correctly gauging the smile on my face as a green light, he leaned in cautiously to inhale, then nodded.

"That's really nice; what is that?" he said.

"It's Amanda," I replied.

"It's quieter than I expected," he said. "Pleasant."

"A keeper?"

"A keeper."

That night I wore it to an art gallery opening. With my spouse by my side and Amanda on my skin, I felt as though I was in the best of company. How does that song go?

Well she's all you'd ever want; She's the kind you'd like to flaunt and take to dinner. Well she always knows her place; She's got style, she's got grace-- she's a winner. She's a lady… and the lady is mine.

--Tom Jones "She's A Lady"

Scent Elements: Iris, mandarin, strawberry, woods, cucumber, "red lipstick", "steamed rice", and "champagne" accords. And Amanda. Beautiful, fascinating, unforgettable Amanda.

[barbaraspinozzi]

Kim Kardashian @dolcegabbana

#Repost @dolcegabbana with @let.repost

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During #MilanFashionWeek, @kimkardashian, curator of the #DGSS23 Women’s Fashion Show, wore #DolceGabbana total looks.

Floor length #DolceGabbana evening gown fully encrusted with black Swarovski crystals, accessorised with a diamond cross necklace and #DGJewellery.

Custom crystal mesh gown with lace-up details and micro crystal #DGSicilyBag.

Custom metallic corset top from the archives paired with Mikado silk trousers embroidered with baroque-inspired sculptural elements.

Black vintage custom bodysuit with crystal details.

#DGLeo eco-fur coat over a matching satin corset bodysuit, accessorised with a leopard-print Sicily Bag and thigh high boots from the Runway Collection.

Custom white maxi-coat in terry cloth over a matching corset dress from the Runway Collection and mules.

Styled by @superrrdani

#CiaoKim #DGCelebs

[puckwritesstuff]

“you promised to call me if you didn’t know what to wear.”

Modern AU!Loki is a bit heavy-handed at times, but Sigyn never doubts that he absolutely adores her.

Thank you for the ask!

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Sigyn looked at herself in the mirror of the guest room of her father’s new apartment, inspecting the dress she was wearing. She had clothes back at the hotel, but she hadn’t packed anything for Frigga’s emergency party she decided to throw to celebrate Thor and Jane’s engagement. She wasn’t one hundred percent sure that white was an appropriate color for an engagement party, but Loki had made some wonderful comments about the dress on graduation day, and she wouldn’t say that she was fishing for compliments, but she did like how Loki phrased them.

She heard the knock on the front door and knew that Loki had come back to pick her up. She grabbed a subtly festive red sweater with white faux-fur cuffs and collar and threw it on over the dress as she went for the door.

She couldn’t help but smile seeing Loki in one of his forest green silk suits, but the smile faded as he looked her over and she could see he was trying not to frown.

“Is… Is there a stain I missed, or—”

“No, the dress is… fine,” Loki said. “But…”

“What’s wrong?” she asked.

“You promised to call me if you didn’t know what to wear,” Loki said.

“It’s a cocktail party,” she said. “This is a cocktail dress. I have a black one if the white isn’t okay, but it’s been a minute since I’ve worn it.”

Loki shook his head. “No, no…”

He looked at his watch.

“We have time,” Loki said.

“I thought you said it started at four,” she said.

“Five-thirty,” Loki said. “I was hoping to have some time with my parents, get them a little more used to you, but we’ll have all of Christmas Eve.”

“You’re taking me shopping, aren’t you?” Sigyn said, crossing her arms.

“Oh, much better than that,” Loki said. “Grab your coat.”

The car took them to Fandral’s studio and Loki hurried her upstairs. There was a mannequin with a nearly finished gold and black off-the-shoulder dress on it. Fandral was pulling pins out of the bare shoulder.

“You’re late,” Fandral said.

“Loki,” Sigyn said.

“I might have said something,” Loki said.

“For future reference, this isn’t as romantic as you think it is,” she said.

“Okay, you two, you can fight about this later,” Fandral said, taking Sigyn’s hand. “Just need the finishing touches.”

He pulled her into a room with two women, both the same color blonde as him.

“Gersemi and Hnoss,” Fandral said. “They’re my cousins, and I pay them to help with these things. Gersemi is a fantastic aesthetician, and Hnoss has faster fingers than even I do. I leave you in very capable hands. Hnoss.”

One of the women left with Fandral, and Gersemi had Sigyn sit in a barbershop chair in front of a mirror.

“Your hair is beautiful,” Gersemi said, with a thick Staten Island accent. “Tell me you don’t just shampoo and conditioner.”

“Um…” Sigyn said.

“Oh. My. God, you’re kidding me!” Gersemi said.

Outside of the room, Fandral and Hnoss got to work on the last bits of the dress.

“So I’m late, but the dress isn’t even done yet anyways?” Loki asked.

“Never rush art, babe,” Fandral said.

“How long is she gonna be back there?” Loki asked.

“Long enough,” Fandral said. “Sam Edelman on Spring and Swarovski on Broadway.”

“Thank you,” he said, slipping out.

After Sigyn was stuffed into the dress and Gersemi was giving her a spritz of a setting spray, Loki reappeared with a pair of nude pumps and a pendant with a green Swarovski crystal. She sighed, but accepted the shoes and the necklace. Loki brushed her hair aside and put on the necklace. The crystal fell perfectly just above the neckline.

“Don’t ruin my makeup,” Gersemi said as she left the room.

Loki kissed Sigyn's bare shoulder. She smiled.

“I do love the graduation dress,” he whispered.

“I’ve just worn it before,” she said.

“My family is highly visible,” Loki said. “It’s an armour we wear, to protect ourselves. I will do anything to protect you, darling.”

He started to kiss up her neck and behind her ear. She felt herself melting at his touch.

“We should go,” Sigyn said. “The party will be starting soon.”

He smiled against her skin.

“Thor and Jane can wait a few minutes,” Loki said.

[lunasun1verse]

Wanna see a full blood moon eclipse?

Taken with a Moto G Stylus Android phone zoomed in at 64x

Now do you wanna see my finished wands? Of course you do!

The Lunar Wand:

This stunning wand was the first wand created. It is made with oak wood, and tipped with a clear quartz point while wrapped with gold and silver wiring at the top, and pink wiring at the bottom. It is handsomely embellished with a waning moon and a cross with a crown, representing my faith as a Christian Witch.

This wand is useful for general spellwork and can be use for any spell necessary, but is particularly exceptional for blessings and cleansings. 🌙

The Wand of Love:

This tantalizing wand was made with cherry wood (imbuing it with a faint, yet present cherry aroma) and has rose quartz on both its tip and handle. It has a heart rose quartz, an Angel on the moon charm and Swarovski embellishments, representing love, luxury, and blessed adoration.

This wand is exactly for its namesake: love, friendship, adoration, affection, and anything in between 💖

The Wand of Emotion:

This lovely wand was made with.... I think it's pine wood..... And has a dark amethyst tip wrapped in gold and silver wiring with a cracked quartz and pink wiring gracing the handle. Embellished with a heart and sword charm to represent logic overcoming emotion, this wand is strengthened further with an intention jar and heart attached by a chain to help keep energy from becoming too unfocused.

The main intention of this wand is to do any and all spellwork that may deal with emotions, including shadow work. 💫

The Wand of Balance:

This beautiful wand was a special request from my hairdresser. She gave me free reign, but requested that clear quartz and black tourmaline be used in the wand. Made with pine wood.... I think.... I decided to make this wand dual tipped, with black tourmaline used to banish negativity on one end, and clear quartz wrapped in gold wiring to draw positivity near and transform negative energy into positive energy on the other. I asked and noted that she loved owls and that she liked evil eye charms, so I embellished it with a chartreuse and ivory owl on each side, then custom made a Triple Moon Evil Eye charm to add near the tourmaline end.

Being that this is a gift, I cannot speak on what its true intention will be, but I blessed it with the intention to bring her balance in her life, and to balance her spirit as she does her spellwork ☺️

The Wand of Clarity:

This very charming wand is probably my favorite just because of how many hiccups I've had making it. I'm not sure what kind of wood it is, but I know it is currently untipped and has a sodalite handle wrapped in gold wire. Embellished with a silver key with a crystal heart center and angel wings, this wand's meaning changed when I received the sodalite and noticed that USPS cracked it. The meaning became even deeper, with the key representing all knowledge being obtainable if you have the key, and the cracked sodalite representing the moral dilemma that no matter what you believe to be wrong or right, there will always be a flaw in your beliefs.

This wand, like its namesake, is used when knowledge is being sought, when clarity is needed, or when light needs to be shed in moral/ mental/ spiritual darkness. 🌝

What do you think? I’m pretty proud of them. I had the most fun making the wand for my hairdresser. One day, maybe I’ll make them for the world 🥹 but people like perfection, and I prefer the rugged naturalness of the wood

Tonight’s song is Bewitched by BOTDF.

We know that Dahvie Vanity is a flaming trash can rolling down Route 66, but Jayy Von Monroe looked really good in this video, and it’s actually a pretty decent song musically. Lyrics are questionable though….

[capt-poshmark]

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[ginasurfmom]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Swarovski crystal cross pendant necklace, 3-D gold ball, chain 17 inches.

[smbhdwalter]

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[rethread18]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Pearl & Crystal Bracelet with a cross charm.

[bapeclothing1]

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[pjhb72]

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