Why the second-hand fashion market is soaring

There was a time when buying second-hand or what is now called pre-loved fashion, was frowned upon. Today, it is the talk of the luxury-burg town. Revered watch and couture brands are realising the allure of pre-loved glamour and adopting this trend to not only meet their sustainability goals but also as a new way of revenue generation. Coveted watch brand Rolex, seen as a traditionalist luxury…

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After you

Fernando Alonso x reader

Summary: There's a life before becoming Fernando's sugar baby and there's a life after becoming his sugar baby.

Word count: 2.7k

Tags: Smut, female reader, +18, sex (p in v), unprotected sex, established relationship, sugar baby x sugar daddy, Dom!Nando, little breath play (choking), spanking, face slap, a bit of dirty talking, degradation, overuse of pet names (bc it's spanish duh!), big age gap (reader is early 20s, in college), everything implicitly consensual, not beta read

Note: i'd like to start by saying you nando fuckers were right and these 3 fernando media (see above) changed my life forever, thank you. gentle reminder that english is not my first language (so please bear any mistake), I'm also considering taking requests for F1 drabbles and oneshots, would anyone be interested?

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As soon as you enter the flat, you take off your overcoat and leave it behind the door. You go to your room, but you stop when you see several gift boxes laying on the floor beside the bed, which you recognize the brands, Tiffany, La Perla, Chanel, among others. But you feel exhausted from college finals and you leave the boxes behind and head straight for the bathroom.

Eight months ago, when you lived in a tiny dorm on campus, working two shifts beyond university to pay for your studies, all these brands used to be a distant luxury you would never afford on your own.

But there was a life before becoming Fernando Alonso's sugar baby; and another one after all that.

Now you have a nice, comfortable, luxurious apartment close to campus, your university is fully paid for months in advance, and you don't have to use the dorm's communal bathroom. It sometimes feels like a dream and you think you're going to wake up back in that moment much earlier.

You fill the bathtub and take off your clothes, looking in the mirror, you see two hickey marks near your breasts. Fernando was mindful not to leave marks in visible places. You step into the tub and allow yourself to be enveloped by the scented salts and bubble soap. You rub yourself slowly, pushing away all the tiredness and stress of the entire day, using the shower gel that Fernando liked on you.

After scrubbing yourself down, you step out of the shower wrapped in a fluffy robe. You dry your hair with the dryer, and head back to the bedroom.

On top of the gifts there is a note that you missed before.

“To my girl, I know you worked really hard to do well on your finals. Enjoy your gifts. See you tonight, cariño. - Fernando"

You open Tiffany’s blue box first, it's the smallest one. Contains a pair of star-shaped diamond earrings, and a silver necklace with a matching pendant. You smile when you realize that it's been eight months and he already knows your taste for clothes and accessories. The second box you open is a Coco de Mer, a lingerie brand. With two pairs of lingerie inside, both in lace, one black, with stockings and garter belt and the other red, transparent with ribbons that cross the abdomen.

Getting out of bed, you pull on the black one, adjust the stocking on the garter belt and hang the robe in the bathroom again, staring at your reflection in the mirror, barely registering the messy young misfit you were just months ago.

The other boxes mostly contain clothes and accessories. Pants, skirts, dresses, handbags, wallets and backpacks. After taking a look at everything, you take the pieces to the closet and leave them on the chair to arrange later.

Then you hear the sound of the front door opening and you know it's Fernando. You lay down on the bed and wait for him. Lying on your stomach with your butt in the air, you look at Fernando when he enters. He's not wearing his team shirt, he's just wearing a white shirt and denim pants. He stares at your body, but your eyes settle on a box in his hand, he puts the box, his phone and wallet on the bedside table. He smiles, moving closer and bending over to leave a gentle bite on your ass. His masculine scent envelops you and you feel the urge to rip his clothes off and push him on the bed, and ride his cock until the sun comes up tomorrow.

“Hi, bebé,” he whispers, leaning down to kiss your temple, “How were the exams?” he asks as he sits on the king size bed, his back against the headboard. He pats his own thigh, and you quickly crawl up, onto his lap sitting facing him. You hope he feels your underwear wet with anticipation.

“Thermodynamics was easy, but Quantum Physics, not so much,” you say, as he opens the box that you know as one of Belgian chocolates, your favorite.

“You’ve studied so hard for both, so I think you'll do well,” he says, pulling out a chocolate with almonds from the box. With his other hand, he grips your hip.

He brings the chocolate up to your mouth and you take a bite, wiggling in his lap as the chocolate melts in your mouth.

“You did so well on your test last week,” he compliments, and his gentle tone turns you on even more. You feel his fingers making way inside the lace of your panties and you hold on to his shoulders, keeping your balance and granting more access to you.

He takes another chocolate from the box and takes a bite of it as his fingers find your pussy. Fernando rubs his index and middle fingers, spreading your wetness. You melt into his arms and place your hand on the back of his neck. He gives you the second piece of chocolate at the same time as his fingers penetrate you. You're so wet, his fingers slide easily inside, massaging your pussy calmly, oh so calmly that you roll your hips into his fingers, trying to make him go faster.

“Quiet, princesa,” he commands, and you stop the hip movement. He shoves the fingers that were holding the chocolate into your mouth, and you suck hard until his fingers are clean.

His other hand, the one inside your panties, you feel keeping the maddening slow pace, completely ignoring the need for relief in your clit. You slide a hand down your belly to bring it to your clit, but he takes your hand away and cups your chin, a possessive look in his brown-almost-green eyes.

“Did I say you could touch yourself?" he asks brusquely, and you just stare at him. “Eh? Did I?”

“No,” you reply huskily, knowing he can feel you getting even wetter at his firm tone. He slaps your cheek, and your pussy throbs around his fingers, you can see in his eyes that he feels it. And he absolutely loves it.

“No, what?” he says, a smug smirk on his face.

“No, sir.” you say and he strokes the cheek he slapped. Fernando takes your chin and pulls your lips to his. He kisses you obscenely, with lips and tongue and his face inching up against yours.

“I know your week has been pretty stressful, then behave yourself so you can get your reward, okay?” he says in a gentle tone, finally picking up the speed of his fingers and pushing the palm of his hand against your swollen clit. You whimper, holding a moan in your throat and the urge to move your hips to keep pace with him and come faster, but you hold back.

Then Fernando's phone rings, interrupting the two of you. He lets the phone ring, and you groan when his other hand grips your hip tightly, squeezing your ass. The phone stops ringing, but then it rings again.

“No, Nando, please… Don't answer it, Papi” you whimper, already feeling his fingers stop stimulating you. He grabs your hips and places you to the side, back on the bed.

“So needy, bebé,” he mutters, biting softly on your chin before getting up, “I need to pick this call, babygirl. Won’t be long, yeah?” He grumbles, taking the phone from the nightstand. you watch as Fernando answers, muttering “Alonso speaking,” as he leaves the room.

Frustrated, you lie back on the mattress and stare at the ceiling, knowing he's probably going to take longer than he said he would. He always took long calls about his team, or his car, or whatever. It's almost involuntary as your hands slide down your abdomen and you rub your thighs together to get some friction. With your hands, you gently pinch your nipples through the lace of your bra, feeling a hypersensitive moan escape your lips. You slide your hands and press your clit over the wet panties, just looking for some relief while he doesn’t come back.

The need for release is stronger than you are as you slide your hand inside your panties, circling your clit with pressure, gasping.

At that moment, Fernando re-enters the room, and you quickly remove your hand. But the furious look on his face tells you he already caught you red handed. Heart racing, you watch as he clicks his tongue in a reproving gesture. He walks into the closet and returns with a pair of leather cuffs.

“I thought I made myself clear…” he murmurs, yanking hard on your wrists to get you to your feet, “You only touch yourself with my permission.”

You swallow hard when he cups your face and then slaps you across the face. You bite your bottom lip, smiling. He takes your wrists and secures them with the restraints, behind your back. Fernando slaps you again, and you feel the wetness pool in your panties.

“You love it, don't you?” He smirked with another slap. “Being treated like the slut you are. My slut. Knees on the floor,” he commands, his tone doesn't leave space for anything other than obedience.

His firm touch on the back of your neck compels you down until your knees meet the floor. You feel your mouth water as he starts struggling with his own belt, undoing the buttons on his pants just enough to pull his cock out. You immediately wet your lips and open your mouth, expecting to feel him on your tongue.

He shoves his cock into your mouth all at once, almost reaching your throat, and you have to control your gagging, eyes immediately watering.

“Open wide, babygirl” he gasps, taking control of slowly sliding into your mouth. He massages your face, as if to relax your jaw further. “Yes, just like that” he moans softly as he touches your throat.

He holds your head, keeping you still as the only movement is in  his hips, his cock fucking your mouth. As you adjust to the volume of him moving in and out of your mouth, he picks up speed and you feel saliva wetting his entire length and running down the side of your mouth, dripping to your chin.

“Want me to fuck you, huh?” he asks but doesn't release you from his cock so you're able to answer. “Want to cum, bebé?”

He doesn’t let you go, nor does he take his cock out of your mouth. So you just hum around him, the vibration of your voice making him let out a groan.

“I don't know…” He pretends to think a little, his hips stuttering. “You disobeyed me, didn't you? I don't think you've earned your reward yet.”

He pulls his cock away from your mouth, and you watch a trail of saliva break from the distance. You close your mouth, taking the opportunity to relax your jaw.

“¿Cuál es tu color? (what's your color?)” he asks, his voice going immediately tender, looking down on you.

“Verde. (green)”

“Up you go” Fernando points to the bed as he removes the belt from the cases of his pants, and you quickly get to your feet and throw yourself face down on the mattress, your arms still pinned behind you. “On all fours” He commands and you obey, the top of your head pressed into the pillow and your ass in the air.

You feel his fingers gently rub up and down on your hips, and then he finally removes your panties. Not an instant later, you feel the belt snap on your ass, stinging.

“What did you do wrong, princesa?” he asks, then hits you with the belt once again, making you shiver.

“I touched myrself without-” you cut yourself off with a mewl when you feel the crackle of the burning leather belt again, “-Without your-” Two consecutive hits make you whimper against the pillow, but you keep going, because you know that if you stop, he will start your punishment again, “-Without your permission" you complete, panting loudly. He hits you three more times and you feel like you could come with just one touch on your clit.

“Without your permission, who?” And two more cracks of the leather against your asscheeks. The frustration of wanting to come is so great that you feel your abdomen trembling.

“Without your permission, sir!” you almost scream, desperate. So thirsty for his touch you know you’re dripping with desire and ruining the sheets.

“I don't know…” He says, as if he's thinking out loud as his hands caress your buttocks, “Do you think you deserve to come?"

“Yes please! Nando please! I want it so bad, papi…” you don't feel ashamed to beg, when your body so badly needs relief, something only he can give you.

You feel him move behind you, and a second later, his cock fills you in one movement, making you scream his name into the pillow.

“Oh, always perfect for me…” He groans, pulling out only to slam back in again. His hands secure the restraint on your wrists, your hands manage to touch his forearm and you sink your nails into his skin for balance.

Your eyes roll in your head, pleasure consuming you like flames as his hips keep pounding into you, and you feel grateful for his demanding exercises routine from motorsports, because it makes his stamina last so long. You feel hypersensitive, like you can feel the friction in every molecule in your body, the pleasure in your pussy and he just keeps going, Fernando’s groaning louder by the second.

You feel when the orgasm approaches, that tingling in your body and your pussy contracting desperately. But then he stops, withdrawing his cock. You whimper in desperation, the orgasm slipping away again.

“Fernando, please! Please, I need you…” you scream as he plunges into you, so deep he takes your breath away for an instant. One of his hands grips your hips and the other travels up your spine until it closes around the back of your neck.

Then he circles his hand around your neck and pulls you up until you're on your knees, your hips pressed against his as he thrusts harder, making your tits bounce with the movement. The only thing separating his chest from your back is the grip on your wrists between your bodies.

“Please, Nando! I’m so close- can- can I cum?”

“Go on, you can cum. I want to feel it,” he orders, squeezing your throat, obstructing your breathing slightly. It’s his accented voice that pushes you off the cliff, the orgasm finally seizing you so hard you see stars in your vision, shivering as he holds you firmly up.

Your orgasm soon makes him come too, his groan in your ear as his hips push against you, slowing down as he fills you up.

When Fernando lets go of your neck, you fall limp on the bed, face first against the pillows. You feel his fingers release you from the restraints, and your arms fall to your sides. Fernando holds your wrists, massaging lightly. He kisses your shoulder softly and you smile lazily, all worn out, the way he likes you the most.

“Are you ok, princesa?” you hear him as you close your eyes.

“Yes, cariño. Never been better.” You murmur.

You keep your eyes closed as he wipes between your legs, and you feel as he rubs the soothing ointment onto your buttocks, then he uses a makeup wiper to clean your face. Fernando considers aftercare as important as sex, and you can't deny that you love the part of being lovingly pampered by him right after being fucked senseless.

Finally, he turns off the lights, pulls back the covers and lies beside you, your naked body being fully embraced by him. You get goosebumps when he nuzzles your neck, his beard tickling and making you giggle.

“I missed you a lot, mi cielo” He mutters against your skin.

“I missed you too, Nando. I loved seeing you so happy with that podium,” you say, pulling his hand up and kissing his knuckles.

“Thank you, maybe next time you should go cheer for me,” he kisses your collarbone.

“I’ll think about it, yeah?” you whisper, running your fingers through his hair, “maybe after finals.”

“I'm sure you'll get high scores on your tests, bebé” he whispers, and you feel a rush of joy at making him proud.

- YOU’RE MINE -

Summary: While you daydreamed about his face an ocean apart, he had no idea what yours was about to do to him. With a twist of fate and the heat of summer, a new relationship would completely ransack his heart - Everyday heavy with the thought of one another, neither of you were going to let the unexpected love of your life go. You were going to be his, you were his, and you were going to stay his.

Warnings: This story will contain fluff, suggestion, smut and angst- not sure yet!

Note: I was planning on keeping this just for myself so please be nice. I hope you like it! There will definitely be more parts (don’t know how many just yet though)

Chapter 2 - ‘You’re Mine’

“Any notes on what I should wear?”

A few hours had passed when you received another message. It was cute he cared. You cared about what you were going to wear and had been thinking about it for what felt like forever. It made you feel better he wanted to be dressed right too.

“You’ll look good in anything. Not worried”

“Wasn’t my question”

“Seriously, anything is fine. It’s just a regular restaurant...”

Trent rolled his eyes at the concept of a ‘regular’ restaurant. What did that mean to you? He was beginning to get nervous. He paced around his room as his friend laid across his hotel room’s couch pestering Trent with questions about you he didn’t know the answers to yet. This shouldn’t be that hard but knowing nothing about you made him both curious and terrified.

You finally landed on a pair of denim shorts… your sister would definitely say they were too short to wear on a first date but you weren’t upset about Trent getting some ideas. You pulled on a white cropped tank top. In the mirror it was hard to tell how sheer it might have been. Was it just this specific light in your room highlighting your nipples through the material? You stared hard but decided you were okay with that. You wanted him to see. You wanted to tease him and push him to the edge. If you were going to go on this date at all you wanted him to want you. You couldn’t risk him thinking you weren’t down. You picked out a pair of black heels that wrapped and tied around your ankles. Your legs looked long and toned in them. You were happy with the look but it felt like a lot, maybe a little too obvious, to just be bare in a tank top. In an effort to ‘cover up’ you opted for an oversized blazer on top. You grabbed a black Chanel flap bag from off a shelf filling it with essentials. You felt comfortable but hot and that’s how you wanted your night to go.

Trent took a car to your apartment that night after you gave him the address. It sunk in further how little he knew about you. It was more terrifying than it was a curiosity now. The driver opened the door for him and he thanked him politely. Trent stood in front of your apartment building apprehensively. He felt the breath leave his body, relieved. He wasn’t sure how he felt about himself that he was suddenly evaluating you based on where you lived. The luxury building with white marble floors, chandeliers, and a suited doorman made him relax in a way that he almost felt disappointed in himself. He didn’t like to imagine or assume that people were trying to use him but he couldn’t always shake it. The building brought him level that you two maybe would run in the same circles should you ever been in the same place before this. You more likely didn’t have an agenda to use him so he calmly texted you, hands still shaking a little

“Here 😉”

Your heart began to beat faster now he was downstairs. You locked your door behind you unsure what kind of night you were about to have. Unbeknownst to you, you were considerably less nervous than Trent. But your assurance about your outfit and the date fell to pieces the second you saw him. You felt small as you approached him from behind. He didn't see you yet as he stood facing the street. You could smell him as you got closer. The amber scent you liked early made you feel warm, the images you saved of the sun on his hand as it stroked your arm flooded back. You snaked your hand up his arm squeezing at his bicep. He raised his eyebrows as he turned around with a sly smile. Alternatively, he completely cooled finally at the sight of you. He felt calm; like this was meant to be his normal.

He pulled you into a hug without a word. He engulfed you. You were surrounded by him and couldn’t have been happier. He tucked you under his chin. He could feel your long nails and ring adorned fingers drag around him. His heart beat faster at the sensation. His hands slowly slid down your back towards your ass but he managed some restraint. It was the most perfect hug you ever received. He felt so good like you were supposed to be in his arms and he thought so too. He hummed at your embrace. He liked you this close to him. He wanted you in his arms all day after you met. He reluctantly began to pull away not wanting to weird you out. You softly closed your eyes at the idea of his body coming off of yours. You wanted the exact opposite from him. He took a small step to back away and smiled sweetly at you.

“Told you” he spoke into the crisp summer night.

“Hmm?” You looked at him for a moment trying to workout his words.

“I told you I’d see you” he put his finger under your chin raising it to look him in the eye. You felt butterflies being so close, his hand back on you.

“You were right. To my defense though, you’re quite famous and.. “ you paused as he smirked. “..I’m only just me so I thought this was pretty far fetched” you turned your head away from his gaze self conscious because he wouldn’t break his stare.

“The word ‘famous’ is also pretty far fetched” he joked using your words. “I needed to see you though” he moved his head to be in your new line of sight.

“Needed?” You questioned the word choice.

“You drove me mad the rest of the day, you know that?” He confessed honestly in an effort to make you more comfortable but it only made you more nervous in front of him.

“Sure” you agreed facetiously looking at him skeptically even though his words sounded heartfelt.

You both couldn’t look away from each other now.

“So the subway…” you muttered out a transportation suggestion for dinner. Trent’s breath hitched a little. He was trying to remember if he’d ever been on the subway. He wasn’t sure he wanted to go on the subway to be honest. His face was evident of his growing anxiety.

“I’m kidding, we’re going to walk. That okay?” You soothed his racing mind. He sighed relieved but reluctantly.

“You’re not as funny as you think” he quipped. You walked next to him up to the corner of your block towards the restaurant.

“No one has ever told me that. That’s so mean.” You feigned being hurt by the comment.

“I’m obviously kidding” he stopped walking, nervous he had somehow messed things up already.

“And so am I” you snapped and giggled stepping into the road to cross.

“..so this is my little world; my dry cleaner, where I get my bagels when I’m hungover, my friend lives a few blocks that way..” you kept talking filling the void. Trent was entranced, he wanted to listen to you give a tour of the entirety of Manhattan. He nodded and hummed at your remarks starring blatantly at your face. As you approached the restaurant you looked at him, catching him. He wasn’t embarrassed though he just winked back at you. The ruse that he was shy now was crazy to you. How did he often present so meek in the media.

“Hope Italian is okay. I feel like it’s sort of a neutral ground” you sung as your eyes remained locked on his.

“It’s regular” He was making fun of your text earlier and it made you smile that he was so light with you. He wasn’t afraid.

“You’re not as shy as everyone thinks you are huh?”

“Do people think that” he looked at you inquisitively as you pointed to the door of the restaurant.

“I mean I did. You kind of give off that vibe….online at least?” You raised your voice with question at the end because you thought that but on what ground. You’d never met the man till today. Your basis was just off how you wanted and assumed him to be in your head.

“Hmm, didn’t know that. I guess I’m reserved around new people but if im comfortable, I’m comfortable. I wouldn’t go as far as saying I’m cocky but I back myself in most situations.” You watched his lips move slow. His honest reveal had your heart fluttering, he was so real. So human, which seemed odd because he solely existed behind a screen and in your dreams before this.

“New people?” You repeated... “doing pretty okay so far with me” he just laughed. You went up to the hostess for your reservation and she ushered you to a small two top table tucked away in the dimly lit restaurant.

“All good?” He asked you as he held onto your hand to help you tuck into your seat against the wall. The contact had you overwhelmed but you nodded at him.

“Feels like it’s just us in here” he spoke again softly.

“that an okay thing?” You asked nervously trying to read his face. He reached over the table and traced around your open palm with his finger. The touch had you screaming inside. He was so pretty. God, in the low lit room he was glowing. It felt unfair. Who looked like this.

“A really good thing” he interrupted your thoughts and kept talking. He aimlessly looked around the restaurant, easily flowing through conversations about everything. It felt energizing to be with him. Vibrancy came naturally to him. He was effervescent in his appearance, his words, his actions. You smiled in the middle of one of his sentences. He stopped talking and looked at you.

“Sorry” you giggled “you are actually just so beautiful” he rolled his eyes shutting them.

“I’m supposed to say that to you.” He quipped.

“Yeah, if you think it. If you don’t.. don’t get my hopes up please” you continued in your fit of giggles. Completely lost in your juvenile crush trying to ignore the idea that he might very well be into you.

“I like that little laugh.” He cooed. You slowed and composed yourself. You smirked pulling your glass to your lips trying to hide the blush coming over you. He swallowed at the look of your lips pressed flush against your water.

“Do you drink? I don’t even know?” You changed topics. He laughed quite hard at your segue.

“Yeah, I do. What do you like though?” He asked you.

“You pick. I’ll get what you get. Happy with anything.” You were trying to be relaxed.

“That easy to please?” He inquired giving you a cheeky look.

“If you’re asking..” you paused.

“I’m asking” he filled in the gap.

“I’m a tequila girl butttt honestly I’m happy with anything.” He grabbed the waiter and ordered two drinks politely. You asked what he picked but he withheld and wanted you to guess when they got there. When they did you rattled off guesses on what was in the cocktail in front of you.

“Agave” he hummed at your correct guess. He watched you scramble with a puzzled look on your face he liked. You kept staring at the drink hoping for some visual clues.

“You know you’re gorgeous, don’t give me that shit” he cut your train of thought again “if I think that..get your hopes up” he mocked your tone

“Huh?” Your puzzled face stuck

“Come on baby, don’t be coy. You know exactly what you do to people, me in particular now.” He said sternly. The pet name had you internally freaking out. It was so seamlessly woven into his words. You loved it. You wanted to hear it again and again.

“No, no it’s not like that” you shyly retorted

“You don’t see the heads turn?” He pried

“It’s not something I ever thought about I guess. It doesn’t register that it might be because I’m anything special I just assume it’s like one off.”

“A one off that happens every single day?” He joked with a smug look. His argument was ironic coming from someone millions of people adored yet shied away from the word ‘famous.’

“You’re very” he slowed his words trying to tame his eagerness “very beautiful… like just unreal baby”

You felt the word hit your ear again. You could listen to it all day.

“Yeah, yeah. Okay I’ll take your word, baby” you stressed the word. Wanting to give it a go and see his reaction. You weren’t sure if he even knew he had called you baby but your emphasis pulled a smile from him.

“Yeah?” He questioned at nothing. You just hummed smug with the situation.

“I like your little world” he reminded you of your earlier comment walking to the restaurant “it’s nice, like you, you’re nice” his eyes trailed from the table up your body and onto your face.

“Please stop” you quietly mumbled. You placed your thin manicured hands over your face hiding from him in embarrassment. He seemed amused at the child like action.

“Honestly” he moaned out. You peaked through your fingers to look back at him.

“What are you being shy for now, huh?” He cooed pulling your hands from your face with his. Your hands lingering in his. “Seducing strangers on the street… but now you can’t take a compliment, yeah?” He shook his head but you were quick with your words.

“Okay, seducing is a strong word” you laughed.

“Come on just let me tell you how much you’ve been running through my mind” he pushed.

“Sorry” you apologized to which he seemed confused at.

“For…” he paused.

“Being in your head I guess” picking up your drink to hide your flushed cheeks. He hummed.

“yeah, I don’t exactly mind you in there” he said suggestively.

“stoppp” you quietly cried out laughing a little. “Why are you like this” moving your drink to hold it directly in front of your face now.

“I’m genuinely not doing anything but talking. Do you want me to stop, turn around, talk to you with my eyes closed or something” he joked

“you’re ridiculous” you pushed your chair in, needing to be closer to the table, to him, accidentally brushing your smooth leg over his. It wasn’t intentional but the touch gave you both a buzz. He pushed your drink down away from your face.

“Don’t hide that face from me baby” he continued raising his eyebrows. You playfully rolled your eyes in return.

You had no idea what time it was now but you didn’t want your evening with him to be over. You had finished your dinner and you hadn’t looked at your phone once, neither had he. You can’t remember the last time you went out to eat without resorting to it.

“You want dessert?” you asked him hoping to prolong your date. He contemplated in silence before speaking.

“Might get little something later, don’t know… still seeing if it’s an option.” The growing cheek this boy had developed since you first spoke was surprising you.

“Hmm it could be, never know.” You said lying through your teeth. Your answer to literally anything he would ask you to do would be yes tonight. You would do absolutely anything but you couldn’t have him know that.

You fumbled over a few more conversations, your legs rubbing intertwined beneath the table like you were keeping it hidden from the other that you were doing it.

“You want to split it?” You asked as the bill came.

“Is that a joke?” He coughed out. Shocked at your seriousness.

“No, what do you mean? We ate together… I’m not expecting you to get it.” You emphasized the word together. He laughed at your answer.

“No, absolutely not. That’s absurd. This was a date baby.” He continued laughing. He stopped when he had to speak again. “What’s the normal tip percentage thing here again?”

“Let me see, I’ll do it” you went to pull the pen from him.

“Stop, I got it baby.” He shushed you. He was so rattled by the fact you were adamant about assisting in this process “I can’t even recall the last time someone asked to split a bill with me. That’s really sweet honestly.” He cooed at you and he meant it. All he wanted to do was take care of you, show you that he could, he just needed you to let him.

“Whatever you say” you retorted unamused with a grin.

He pulled the table a little letting you stand up in the tight space. You adjusted your shorts and top. You were quick to remember just how bare you were without the blazer over you now. You felt confident when you had left your apartment but under his gaze you weren’t so sure how you looked. You wanted his approval so badly, you wanted him to want you.

“You look so good” he whispered to the back of your ear sending shivers down your spine. You walked in front of you him, unable to turn around hiding how flustered you were by the comment. He pushed his chair back in. He stared up and down your body as you walked away. He felt his mouth water. The tequila was not helping how desperate he was for you. He quickly caught up to you and placed his hand on the small of your back. His touch was warm. It made your head spin. You wanted his hands everywhere but you were too nervous to push for something. He got the door and held it open for you. You uttered a thank you unsure what to do now that the possibilities were endless. One very real one being you going home separately.

You were looking down the street when he placed himself in front of you. He tucked a piece of your hair the wind had blown misplaced behind your ear. Keeping his hand next to your face, he stroked at your cheek. You smiled up at him, analyzing him, trying to memorize every single fleeting feature. This was so surreal. Every time you looked at him you felt the need to pinch yourself to wake up but he was here, real, in front of you slipping his other hand low around your waist. You purred at his touch. You felt yourself crumbling in front of him. He sensed that you weren’t totally present; he just didn’t know if it was good or bad.

“Have an okay time?” He quizzed you

“mmhmm” you shut your eyes at the dream unfolding in front of you. The tequila was racing through your blood. You were having a hard time suppressing your obsession for this man. You took your hands and slid them up his chest. He almost moaned at the touch but tried to remain calm. Your hands grazed over him slowly wrapping and entangling around his neck. Your nails scratched at his soft skin. It felt so intimate to be so close, touching him.

“I don’t want to go home yet” you spoke shyly avoiding his eyes.

“I definitely dont want you to go home unless im… uh” he trailed off insinuating but not wanting to say what he was hoping for. You giggled a little more. You probably could’ve been pushy and maybe a little sluttier with him and got what you wanted but it felt wrong. He was so nice to you. He was so soft and open with you. You wanted a little more time to get to know him. You wanted to try to imprint yourself on him before reducing yourself to some random girl he fucked on holiday. It broke you a little bit that that was the ultimate outcome of this. You leaned into his chest speaking into his shirt.

“Any interest in going somewhere else for a little? A bar?”

“Thinking I’d follow you just about anywhere” he whispered. Your heart warmed at the sentiment. You pulled away from him and you watched his eyes flutter closed trying to hold the feeling of you to him.

Trent knew it. He didn’t know if you felt it or not yet but he did. Something was different. This wasn’t normal. This wasn’t the run of the mill first date. He couldn’t put it down as one thing or another but this worked. It really worked. Despite your dramatically different lives you had a lot in common. You had similar interests and values. He needed to know you intimately. He wanted you to read him a biography about yourself. He hated that there wasn’t a Wikipedia page that he couldn’t sneak a look at to know more. He kept his hand low wrapped around your waist as you led him up a couple blocks to a new destination.

“Okay, come on. Just trust me” you grabbed at his hand and squeezed it before releasing. He was confused to say the least but comforted by your touch. He was sure you said a bar but now he was thinking he misheard you. You walked into a diner. It was very quintessential New York to a degree it was almost comical like a movie set. Trent’s eyes darted around the place. He noticed you smiled at the men behind the counter. Did you know them? You walked towards a utility closet door. He had to say something, he just couldn’t not know anymore.

“Soo…” he dragged. You turned around smiling at his impatience.

“One second! Trust me okay.” You reaffirmed. Pushing the closet door open only to reveal a staircase. You glided up the stairs illuminated by a neon sign atop simply reading ‘bar.’ You were a few steps ahead of Trent. He watched your legs stretch up the stairs, your ass hanging out a little from your shorts. He had the filthiest thoughts running through his mind; it was hard for him to focus on the task at hand.

“God, your ass. You’re so hot” the words fell out of his mouth. He almost slapped his hand over his lips as he heard it echo up to you. You turned around with a smirk and just stared at him content with the compliment, finally feeling a little better about your outfit. You stood at the door now waiting for him. He stopped you there though and slipped both his hands around your waist leaning into you.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to offend you or anything it just came out” he was embarrassed but something about the lack of control he was feeling about you had you dripping. You brushed your hand on the side of his face, gripping onto his hair a little bit. You leaned up closer to him. Your noses now touching.

“I don’t mind if you want to talk about me or to me like that” you whispered. He could almost feel your lips movement they were so close to him. He just hummed at your suggestion, slightly afraid at what he might let slip. You made your way in, to Trent’s surprise to a rather crowded normal bar, it just happened to be upstairs hidden above a diner on the Upper East Side. You both sunk into two chairs at the bar. He pulled yours closer to him by the back of the seat.

“C’mere” you swooned at his words.

“What are you thinking?” he asked you sweetly trying to initiate an order but you stopped him.

“I want to play a game” the giggle he loved before, squeezed between your words, came flooding back.

“Yeah? Alright, go on” He liked the idea of being competitive with you.

“Alright, only if you want”

“ I do” he restated his interest.

“Okay, so” you began to ramble on but he was stuck mesmerized at how he had gotten into this situation. Here. With you.

“Got it?” You finished up.

“Wait, no, I have no idea what you just said I’m so sorry”

“Distracted?” You inquired smugly as his eyes were stuck on your chest. Anyone else you might be a little annoyed with but he could have whatever he wanted. He could look anywhere he wanted. You stuck your chest out a little more as you leaned to order a few shots. Trent was overwhelmed at the liquor appearing before him and your tits in his face. He rubbed his hands over his head snapping back and smiling at your hand now on his thigh.

“Essentially you make an assumption about me and if you’re right I take a shot, if you’re wrong…”

“Not likely but go on” he confidently interrupted your sentence smugly. You huffed, squeezing his thigh in feigned annoyance.

“Like I was saying..You can either take one. Or not. Up to you. Not sure how many shots you want to be ripping through” you laughed a little more, continuing to press your palm further into his leg. He took a deep breath

“Yeah, sound” he said. You smiled to reassure him it would be fun.

“You go first, you’re visiting and all that” you said leaning a little closer to him. His smile dropped and he looked serious. He didn’t know how far he wanted to push this but felt if you were being cheeky in the hallway then he could here.

“You purposely wore a see through shirt so I would stare” he blatantly threw out in the open. Your mouth was left open but you gathered yourself more excited than anything by his words.

“Stare at….” You wanted to push your limits with him to see where he was at and he was happy to indulge.

“Baby, you wanted me to see your nipples” a chill ran down your spine. You would do anything to have this man but wanted to keep playing to hear more from him. Maybe this would help him make a move.

“To be fair” you started and he cut you off. His hand coming to grip around your ribs. You were thin and his hands were massive around you. His finger grazed under your boobs. You couldn’t think straight when he spoke again

“baby… come on it’s the game, answer honestly” you smiled at his press.

“Fine, fine. Sure. I wasn’t exactly trying to put them on display but I’m also not hiding I guess.” You poured the shot into your mouth and whined dropping your head in your hands after being called out. Trent bit and pulled at his bottom lip knowing now that you really wanted him see you. It was your turn.

“You want to see more?” you stated and stared cold back at him. If he wanted to go this route, you were going to as well. He laughed, throwing his head to the side. He looked away and grabbed at the shot glass.

“At least make it hard for me to get out of. I think I embarrassed myself on the stairs I'm so eager to see more.” His hand moving down your ribs to sit on your waist. He made a face as the tequila went down.

“Nah” he moaned.

“You’ve thought about fucking me” the word stung as it left his lips. God did you ever but hearing him say it made you panic. Is that all this was to him? Did he just entertain your foolish naivety at dinner to get you to go home? It seemed like a lot of effort at this point for something he could’ve just asked for blatantly earlier.

“Baby, I’m asking you if you’ve ..” pausing slowing he was quick to notice the drop in your face. His hand moving again on your body off your waist up to your face. He swiped his finger over your skin. You weren’t going to let yourself but you felt like you were going to cry. Why did you care so much if he was genuinely interested all of a sudden.

“Hey” he was quietly whispering close to you. “Sorry I took it too far, I don’t want you to think… You know I maybe could’ve..” he stumbled around his words. Your hand came up and laid over his on your cheek. You blinked your eyes a few times, readjusting in your seat before looking back at him. You softly smiled and he felt slightly relieved.

“Sorry” you laughed “you caught me off guard in my own game” you shook your head back and forth at how silly you felt. “I mean it’s hard not to think about.” You finally answered him. You removed your hand from his, placing it back on his thigh, higher up this time.

“Oh yeah?” He felt better with your admission and touch.

“Mhhhm” you confirmed, staring back into his eyes, swallowing the tequila.

“Me too” he whispered coming close into the crook of your neck. His hand on the bar pushed the tequila away from you both.

“I don’t want you drinking anymore” he told you. It was commanding and hot. His lips ghosted over your skin. You could feel your core go hot and wet.

“Yeah” you whispered back to his ear. Your voice was breathy and he couldn’t help but imagine how it sounded in bed, what you would say underneath him.

Trent wasn’t sure how to navigate this now. It was obvious and out in the open that you were both interested but he wanted to be nice to you. You felt sensitive and soft to him. He felt an overwhelming amount of affection for you. He wanted to protect you. He wanted to take care of you. He swiftly grabbed the check from the bar. Pulling your chair out. He stood behind you wrapping his arms around your small waist tucking his head back into your neck once you got up. You leaned back into him pressing your ass against his crotch, tilting your head giving him more space to nuzzle into as your hands ran over his arms in front of you. He could smell your perfume circling around him. It was fresh and clean. He grunted softly in desperation.

“Baby… you’re killing me” he let out quietly. You smiled that he was starting to get wound up. You pulled at him to let go to leave but he didn’t let go of you, instead just moving with you pressed to him out of the bar. He held onto you in the street as you stared at each other trying to decide who was going to have to be brave first. It felt inevitable but someone also had to actually say it.

“I don’t really want to sleep alone tonight” you whispered as your head tilted back further against his chest.

“You’re not sleeping alone tonight” he cooed back at you. Suddenly his phone rang, cutting the soft moment directly in half.

“Sorry it’s my brother. He wouldn’t call if it…”

“You’re fine” you told him. He then put a little space between you. You could hear another thick accent on the other end of the phone call and it made you laugh.

Trent stepped back into you. Arms around you again, resting his lips on your temple. He didn’t know if he could kiss you yet but regardless he just wanted to be that close. The feeling of him on your skin had you fantasizing.

“Everything okay?” You asked him, nuzzling back against his body.

“So.. I kind of forgot I have to go to this club tonight with my friends and brothers. I have to go in order for them to get this table and …it’s all very stupid” his words were discombobulated. You turned your face away from looking up at him now. Sadness washed over you. Your eyes sank, your lips falling. Trent didn’t know how to handle the look on your face and he definitely did not like being the one who put it there.

“No, no, I totally get it. Go ahead! I’m so sorry I kept you so long” you felt the tequila buzz leave your body so fast you were shaking at the sobering thought he was going to go.

“Thank you so much for tonight though. I really had a good time. Sorry if it was too much.” You stumbled over your words panicking that you had over done it. An international footballer was in the US with boys to have a good time at clubs and here you were making him tell you about his childhood over a dinner. You wiggled away from his body now running your hand through your hair.

“Oh god this was so stupid” you muttered looking further away from him. He watched you pick yourself apart for a moment. He couldn’t let you keep spiraling.

“Was going to ask if you wanted to come with me… but you seem adamant that you’re going home” his sarcasm was not appreciated but you walked back up him still. Your hand reached for his and he felt his heart stop.

“I’d want to go” you said more confidently than you were feeling.

“Good, I told you I wasn’t letting you sleep alone tonight anyways” he smiled walking with you to the curb. You grabbed a cab sliding in across the leather seat, Trent followed you like a love sick puppy.

“Errmmm 59th and 5th please… right?” You cocked your head at him. He shrugged, not sure of the exact location of his hotel. Trent looked at you with such admiration it confused you. .

“What” you asked him. The smiling getting bigger on his face.

“That was cute.. you just know all the streets and that.” He was babbling.

“I live here, it's not something to be impressed by” you laughed at him. Trent groined and jokingly strained his voice

“Just let me compliment you. Oh my dayss!” You laughed at the drama and rolled your eyes at him. Your hand was back on his thigh. You liked it there and he liked having it there. He slid his arm behind you around your waist and pulled you closer to him. You pulled your lips in a tight line trying to not be awkward about the sexual tension filling the cab due to your proximity and the touches exchanged but also the idea that you were going to be with a bunch of guys you didn’t know, crashing their trip.

“They’ll like you, I promise.” He quieted your thoughts like a mind reader.

“And what about you.. you like me?” you pressed into him. Trent grabbed gently at your chin tilting you up to him forcing you to lock eyes with him. You took your hand off his thigh and snaked it up and around his neck meeting your other arm.

“If you don’t know the answer to that…” he paused, just losing himself a little in your stare. He jumped ahead, his desire reaching a head “are you going to kiss me tonight or are you going to just tease me till I black out?” You smiled at how dramatic he was still acting about things but you liked that he was expressive with you.

“You could’ve kissed me, you know?.” You whispered quietly to him. He leaned in to you more

“Yeah? You’re not going to stop me?”

“Definitely not”

“Good, because I can’t take it any longer” he said, licking his lips. You were in the same boat. You were itching for him to kiss you. You pulled at his neck as he finished his sentence.

His lips met yours in slow motion. Your entire body relaxed at the contact. He wasn’t just what you wanted but he was exactly what you needed. It was slow at first but heated up quickly. Your lips pressed hard against each others. He pushed his body into yours, his adoration for you had threatened to spill out of him the longer he kept waiting for this kiss. You drew a subtle breath, your emotions started to pool behind your closed eyes. You were so attached to him. Something about him made you absolutely melt. It was the most magnetic pull you ever felt. You couldn’t let go even if you wanted to.

You let out a soft moan as his hand moved to grab your ass. He palmed at it and grabbed firmly onto you. He slipped his tongue into your mouth while he had the chance. It was erotic. The buildup over the night was too much. Whilst you were trying to be considerate of the taxi driver, you also needed Trent now but he soon pulled away a little to breathe as you arrived. The smile spread across his face was the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen.

“God, thank you” he exhaled. Trent’s mind was racing with thoughts.

“You’re thanking me?” You questioned his unexpected innocent words. He laughed realizing how down he was as he paid for the cab, then slipping out and holding his hand out for you to grab. You stood up next to him and he grabbed your face, he pressed another kiss to your lips as you opened your mouth to push for more. Your hands were all over each other.

“You still want to come upstairs right” he wanted to check. He liked tonight but ultimately you were physically strangers, he didn’t want to assume. You looked at him with a disapproving look for the silly question.

“Alright, alright, I was just trying to be nice but if you want to act up” he jokingly brushed the attitude aside walking into the hotel lobby. The staff greeted him personally. It felt like a lot of pomp and circumstance but he was more than polite.

“Yeah, you alright?” He asked one of the men working who seemed thrilled at the simple acknowledgment. Trent held you so close and so tightly. You could feel a sense of possessiveness but you weren’t sure if it was authentic. It was hard to deduce if this was how he was with every girl or if this was specific to you. You got into the lift and he pressed PH. You weren't surprised so you jokingly rolled your eyes at him to poke fun.

"I wasn’t the one who booked it" he tried to unnecessarily explain.

“Uh huh” you joked. You paused though to shuffle your body “You said I had an attitude outside…"

"You did" he hummed looking down at you curiously as you moved around him pushing yourself up against his body now. You leant towards his ear. You were feeling a little more confident that you got him to take you back to his hotel. Your lips kissed at his ear, your teeth grazing his ear lobe pulling at it as he groaned tightening his grip on you.

“I promise I can be a good girl for you too” you whispered. He let a strangled breath out. His eyes widening and then shutting tight. The unbelievable urge to just rip your clothes off in this lift was tearing him apart.

“Come on” he moaned lowly at you. Sliding his hands all over you inching towards your bare breasts. You were so wet already and if you weren’t so needy for him you might be embarrassed.

“Need to get you to my room now” he whispered, stepping out of the lift but he didn’t return back to your touch. He just walked to his room's door, opening it. You curiously followed under the false pretense that maybe he was leaving you untouched. You stepped into the room after him eyes begging to find him again. Your voice broke the silence. It was meek but a wholesome comment slowing the advances made in the lift.

“I’ve never actually been in one of the rooms here, I’ve only ever been at the champagne bar downstairs” you told him. He turned to you with a soft smile. The innocence of what you were saying sounded like you were his friend. It felt comfortable but he wanted so bad to do things friends never did with you.

He sat himself on the edge of the big white bed. He leaned back onto his palms. His eyes glued to you.

“and you think…. What now?” He asked about your objective opinion on the room.

“yeah, really nice” you answered his question sweetly. Avoiding him a little, you needed to distract yourself from completely undressing him with your eyes. You began to walk slow around the room inspecting his stuff. You looked at all his shoes neatly lined against the wall. It made you giggle a little. He seemed so detail oriented. Thoughtful. You brushed your hand over some things guiding yourself through the room. It shouldn’t have been but it was turning him on. Knowing you’ve touched absolutely everything of his. Your fingers dragging over the materials, your scent drifting along. You let out a small giggle again at a bag he had left on the table. You had been obsessed since the Louis Vuitton bag was released. It was funny to you, seeing it in person. It was funny he might’ve had a similar taste to you but also the means to buy absurd items like this. His cheeks flushed hearing your laugh.

“Find anything good, baby?” He tilted his head. You swirled around on your heel. You nodded and explained how much you would’ve killed for the bag.

“Take it” he said casually.

“Um, no” you replied sternly.

“Why not?” He asked. You went back and forth. You were oblivious to the fact that Trent was throwing himself and literally anything else at you to get you to like him. He felt like a little boy. He had a massive crush on someone he just met and right now he also had a massive hard on.

“I can’t, but it was sweet to offer” you walked away to one of the windows pressing your hand against it looking out into the darkening night. Your hand steadied you on one leg as your other hand pulled at the tie of your heels.

“C’mere” he said smoothly. “Let me help you take them off baby” hearing him talk about removing anything from you had you throbbing at the idea. You walked over to him. You had lost your smile due to the nasty direction your thoughts had gone in. You were getting to a point where you were desperate for his touch but also absolutely terrified of the implications.

Trent’s hand pulled your leg onto the bed making you shiver. It was silly because you both wanted the same thing. You were adults but you felt childish in front him. You couldn’t find the courage to tell him you wanted him. You felt good about it in the lift but seeing the bed, the distressing thought of getting dressed and going home after made you upset. Why were you so attached to this person? He didn’t owe you anything close to what you now wanted. You wanted him to fuck you like he wanted to, because he liked you, not just because he could.

You felt his hand grip under your knee. You flinched. “Alright?” He questioned starting to feel your energy shift. You weren't sure if you should be honest about your emotions or just suck it up and chalk tonight up to something that would be physical only.

“Mmhmm” you nodded sheepishly. He didn’t believe you but he kept his hand on you to hold you there. It was soft and caring. He slid it from your knee down to your ankle. He pulled at the bow holding together the black leather tie of your heel. He pulled your shoe off, placing it down gently on the floor. There was something so calming about his movements. He wasn’t rash, he was methodical. He undid your other heel. You stood in between his legs now at the edge of the bed. He stared up at you. His angle was everything he could have wanted. Your face softened from the glowing lamps behind him, your tank top cut and hung just so he could see a good amount of your boobs from underneath. Your abs were taut. The waist of your shorts gaped a little due to the contrast between your small waist and full behind. His hands wrapped around you, unintentionally but happily landing directly across your ass. He just wanted to look at you for hours but his dick was getting impatient.

“Do I only get the one kiss?” He looked up at your face feigning innocence to see the reaction to his question.

“Hmm” you pretended to think your hands sliding over his chest, up his neck to grip his hair. He hummed at the sensation of your fingertips on him.

“No” placing your knee on one side of his thigh. He stared intently at it as it pushed the bed down.

“Did you think I only wanted one kiss?” You said asking him to initiate despite you wanting to be all over him. Even though you were falling apart for this man like you’d never before, it was no different logistically than any other hook up you’d had. You hated the feeling of throwing yourself at someone. You’d do it for Trent but you didn’t really want to give yourself the room to embarrass yourself.

He pulled at your other leg; still straight, up to the side of his other thigh. You straddled over him looking him in the eyes with lust but you were overthinking every single movement you made. He brought his face and lips into your neck. He was bold and slowly licked up it. The feeling of his tongue on you was excruciating delicious.

“Relax f’me” he spoke into you as he kissed and nibbled at your sensitive skin. What had he done to you. You were practically quivering. You exhaled at his command. Sinking down on his lap. You felt him hard beneath you. You snickered a little after finally feeling him.

“Y/N” he pulled away from your neck. It was short and a bit harsh. Was he mad? Had you drawn this out to far?

“I don’t think you want one kiss at all. I think you want me and you aren’t doing anything about it and it’s driving me crazy. Please” he was begging you. You pulled one of his hands from you guiding it with your own up your body. From your ass, around your hip, up your stomach, racking your ribs, under and over top of the side of your boob, over your collarbone. Your hands moving painfully slow for Trent. He just wanted to ravage you. He wanted to protect you, love you but destroy you at the same time. He needed to know what you were like in bed. Now.

Trent licked over his lips and pushed his covered cock up into your hips. You pulled at his hand again and slid two of his fingers between your lips. You sucked around them. The warmth of your mouth had Trent dizzy. Your tongue drew around and under his fingers. Some of your spit pooled at the corner of your mouth. Trent had never seen someone so perfect.

“Jesus” he mouthed. He couldn’t imagine anything but your tongue all over him now. He closed his eyes at the thought as you popped his fingers out of your mouth.

“Trent” you spoke getting closer to him. He held you tighter. His fingers gripping harder into your skin. You were so scared of him. You felt like he was going to break your heart after this but you needed to know him physically. Curiosity and desire coursing through you.

“Come here” you said slow before your mouths clashed into each other. A small gasp escaped Trent when he felt you grind yourself against him. His hand on the back of your neck crept upward, grabbing at your hair. With the tug of your hair, you moaned. Trent felt his whole body light up. He was asking the same question you were. What had you done to him? Just the sound of you had him crumbling. You pushed him backward onto the bed. There was nothing he wanted more right now than you on top of him. It felt heavenly. You could feel the anticipation building.

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Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed it. Please let me know what you think.

Moving slow but we’re just getting started xx

Next part is up - Chapter 3

I loved Money and The Fall, and I just need MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE

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Title: "Thank you"

Summary: Lionel and you go shopping, and later you thank him.

Pairing: Lionel Shabandar × Fem!Reader

Warnings: Obscenity, manipulation.

First and Second part here.

As Lionel sat on the sofa, his irritation growing by the second, he couldn't help but feel a sense of resentment towards you for dragging him along on this shopping trip. He had been looking forward to a relaxing day off, but instead, he found himself playing the role of your personal assistant, carrying your shopping bags and waiting impatiently while you indulged in your extravagant whims.

With a sigh of frustration, Lionel took a sip of his champagne, his gaze fixed on you as you perused the array of luxury Chanel bags on display. "Can't you make up your mind any faster?" he grumbled, his tone tinged with irritation. "I didn't sign up for this."

You glanced over at him with a playful smirk, your eyes twinkling with mischief as you continued to evaluate the bags before you. "Oh, come now, darling," you teased, your voice laced with amusement. "Where's your sense of adventure? We're just getting started."

Lionel snorted derisively at your words, his irritation only growing as he watched you deliberate over which bag to purchase. "Adventure, huh?" he muttered, rolling his eyes. "More like a never-ending nightmare."

Ignoring his grumbling, you turned your attention back to the bags, your mind racing with excitement at the thought of adding each one to your collection. But just as you were about to make your decision, an idea struck you, and you turned to the employee with a mischievous glint in your eye.

"I'll take them all," you declared boldly, your voice ringing out with determination.

Lionel nearly choked on his champagne at your words, his eyes widening in disbelief as he stared at you in shock. "All of them?" he exclaimed, his voice tinged with incredulity. "Are you out of your mind? Your allowance won't be enough to cover that."

You merely shrugged nonchalantly, a sassy grin playing on your lips as you met his gaze head-on. "Oh, I know," you replied casually, your tone teasing. "But who said anything about using my allowance? Your unlimited credit card should cover it just fine."

Lionel's jaw dropped in astonishment at your audacity, his mind reeling with disbelief at the thought of the exorbitant bill that awaited him. But even as he sputtered in protest, he couldn't deny the rush of excitement that surged through him at the prospect of indulging your every whim, no matter the cost.

As he hesitated, you put your hands on your hips, looking at him with a mix of irritation and defiance. "What's the matter, Lionel?" you asked, your tone dripping with sarcasm. "The lion got your tongue?"

The employee assisting you shifted nervously, sensing the tension between you and Lionel. They discreetly took a step back, not wanting to get caught in the crossfire of a potential argument.

Lionel's jaw clenched as he struggled with his inner turmoil. He knew he shouldn't give in to your demands, especially when it came to frivolous spending. But deep down, he couldn't deny the rush of excitement that coursed through him at the thought of indulging you, even if it meant draining his bank account.

With a resigned sigh, Lionel reached into his wallet and pulled out his unlimited Black card. He handed it to you reluctantly, his expression a mixture of frustration and begrudging admiration. "Fine," he muttered, his voice tinged with defeat. "But don't expect me to be happy about it."

You couldn't help but smirk triumphantly as you took the card from him, knowing full well that you had won this round. "Don't worry, darling," you replied sweetly, your voice dripping with faux innocence. "I'll make it up to you later."

Lionel's eyes lit up at your promise, he eagerly accompanied you to the register, setting aside his glass of champagne. His anticipation grew palpable as he watched you confidently type in your card password, feeling his excitement build with each keystroke. He couldn't resist pressing himself against you, letting you feel the undeniable evidence of his arousal, a silent testament to his desire for you.

As the employees packed the bags with your purchases and you provided the address for the remaining items to be sent to the mansion, Lionel's focus remained solely on you, relishing in the sensation of your body pressed against his. He didn't care if anyone noticed his erection, his thoughts consumed by the depraved fantasies that awaited them at home.

With the transaction approved and the card handed back to you, Lionel couldn't resist leaning in to kiss your neck, his lips trailing along your skin with a hunger that matched his own. "I can't wait to get you home, my little mouse," he whispered huskily, his voice tinged with desire.

You chuckled softly at his words, knowing full well the effect you had on him. "Oh, I'm counting on it, my lion," you replied with a wicked grin, your fingers trailing teasingly along his chest.

Taking the shopping bags from the counter, Lionel made sure to keep them close, using them to discreetly conceal his arousal as you both made your way back to his black BMW. Once inside the car, the tension between you was palpable, the anticipation of what awaited them at home hanging heavy in the air.

As Lionel started the engine and pulled out of the parking lot, he couldn't help but steal glances at you, his desire burning bright in his eyes. "You know, my dear," he murmured, his voice low and husky. "You have a way of driving me wild like no one else can."

You laughed softly, a mischievous twinkle in your eyes. "And you love every minute of it, don't you, my lion?" you teased, your voice dripping with seduction.

Lionel's lips curled into a smirk as he glanced over at you, the fire of desire blazing in his eyes. "Oh, you have no idea," he replied with a low growl, his hand reaching out to intertwine with yours as he sped towards home, eager to fulfill all the depraved fantasies that danced through his mind.

As you arrived home in record time, Lionel's anticipation for what he assumed would be a passionate encounter was palpable. However, his hopes were quickly dashed as you directed him to carry all the bags to your clothes room. Grumbling under his breath, Lionel obeyed, his irritation growing with each step he took.

"Why do I always have to carry everything?" Lionel muttered, shooting you a reproachful glance as he struggled under the weight of the numerous shopping bags.

You simply smirked in response, enjoying the sight of Lionel's frustration. "Because you're such a strong lion, my dear," you teased, your tone dripping with sarcasm. "And what's a little extra weight for someone as powerful as you?"

Lionel rolled his eyes at your remark, but said nothing as he continued to lug the bags into the clothes room. Percy, ever the loyal companion, came to his aid, helping to carry some of the bags in his massive jaws.

As you began to unpack the bags, Lionel watched with a mixture of annoyance and begrudging admiration. He couldn't deny the thrill that coursed through him at the sight of the new dresses, shoes, bags, and perfumes you had acquired. But he also couldn't shake the feeling of resentment at being relegated to the role of your personal assistant once again.

As Lionel left for the bedroom, he started to take off his clothes, eager to put on something more comfortable after the long day of shopping. He peeled off his shirt, tossing it aside when you appeared, closing the door behind you with a soft click. His eyes lit up as you approached him, a sultry smile playing on your lips.

You reached up to him, trailing your fingers lightly along his chest before pulling him into a passionate kiss. Lionel melted into your embrace, his frustration from earlier fading away as he lost himself in the sensation of your lips against his.

Breaking the kiss, you looked up at him with a mischievous glint in your eye. "Thank you for all the gifts, darling," you purred, your voice dripping with seduction.

Lionel's gaze darkened with desire as he looked down at you, his hands sliding down to grasp your hips possessively. "You know, my little mouse," he growled, his voice low and husky. "There's another form of thanks I have in mind."

You chuckled softly, trailing your fingers teasingly along his chest. "Oh, I think I know exactly what you mean, my lion," you replied, your voice husky with desire.

With a hungry glint in his eyes, Lionel pulled you close, his lips crashing down on yours in a heated kiss. You responded eagerly, your body pressing against his as the passion between you ignited into flames.

Breaking away from the kiss, Lionel grinned wickedly at you, his eyes smoldering with desire. "Come on, my little mouse," he whispered huskily, his voice sending shivers down your spine. "Let's go to bed and see just how grateful you can be."

With a sly smirk, you allowed Lionel to pull you towards the bed, eager to fulfill his desires and indulge in the passionate encounter that awaited you both. As Lionel helped you take off your panties under your dress, a mischievous smile stretched across his lips when he saw you already turned on by him, practically without him doing anything. His confidence swelled at the sight of your arousal, a silent testament to his power over you, even in the subtlest of moments.

With a playful glint in his eyes, Lionel decided to indulge in a rare moment of playful teasing, something he rarely did. As he gently caressed your inner thighs, his fingers dancing teasingly close to your heated core, he couldn't help but chuckle softly.

"Did you miss your daddy, little mouse?" he murmured playfully, his voice low and husky as he leaned in closer, his lips brushing against your ear. "Or were you just waiting for me to make my move?"

You shivered at the sensation of his breath against your skin, a wave of desire coursing through you at his words. Despite knowing his manipulative ways, you couldn't deny the effect he had on you, your body responding eagerly to his touch.

With a wicked grin, Lionel continued his playful ministrations, his fingers tracing lazy circles against your skin as he teased you mercilessly. "Tell me, my little mouse," he whispered huskily, his voice sending shivers down your spine. "Do you want your daddy to take care of you?"

You moaned softly in response, unable to form coherent words as Lionel's touch drove you to the brink of madness. His playful demeanor only added to the intensity of the moment, igniting a fire within you that threatened to consume you whole.

With a sly grin, Lionel kissed his way up your thighs, reveling in the way your body trembled with anticipation beneath him. He relished in keeping your legs open for him, knowing that you were completely at his mercy, yet also fully in control.

As he reached your heat, Lionel buried himself in you, his hooked nose expertly separating your folds as he delved deeper, his tongue eagerly exploring every inch of your slick heat. He reveled in the taste of your arousal, the intoxicating scent of your desire driving him wild with need.

You moaned in ecstasy, your fingers tangling in his hair as you urged him on, your hips bucking against his mouth in a silent plea for more. Lionel obliged eagerly, his tongue dancing expertly over your sensitive flesh as he drove you to the brink of ecstasy.

With each flick of his tongue, each stroke of his lips, Lionel pushed you closer and closer to the edge, his own arousal growing with each muffled cry of pleasure that escaped your lips. He was determined to make you unravel beneath him, to bring you to the peak of pleasure and beyond.

And as you cried out his name in ecstasy, your body shuddering uncontrollably in the throes of release, Lionel felt a surge of triumph wash over him. He had succeeded in pleasuring you, in satisfying your every desire, just as he always did.

With a satisfied smirk, Lionel leaned back, his chest heaving with exertion as he gazed down at you with a smug grin. "Did I make my little mouse happy?" he purred, his voice dripping with satisfaction.

You could only nod in response, your body still trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure as you basked in the afterglow of your release.

As Lionel climbed into bed with you, a wicked grin spread across his lips as he eyed your form, still clad in the dress you had worn earlier. His hands eagerly moved to his pants, unbuttoning them with practiced. But just as you began to shimmy out of your dress, Lionel stopped you with a firm hand, his eyes smoldering with desire as he looked down at you. "No," he murmured huskily, his voice sending shivers down your spine. "Keep the dress on, my little mouse. I want to take you like this, fully clothed. It's more sinful that way."

You couldn't help but comply with his request, a thrill of excitement coursing through you at the thought of indulging in his twisted fantasies. With a sly grin, you settled back against the pillows, your dress hiked up around your hips as you eagerly awaited Lionel's next move.

With a low growl of desire, Lionel rubbed himself a bit, savoring the sensation of your arousal against his skin before slipping into you with a single, smooth motion. Your moans of pleasure filled the room as he began to pound into you hard, his hips driving forward with relentless force.

The bed creaked and groaned with each thrust, the sound of the headboard hitting the wall echoing through the room. But neither of you cared about the noise you were creating, lost in the heat of the moment as you surrendered to the overwhelming pleasure that consumed you both.

Lionel's hands gripped the sheets tightly as he pistoned into you, his movements becoming more desperate with each passing moment. His lion-like instincts took over, his primal desire for dominance driving him to claim you as his own in the most carnal way possible.

And as you cried out his name in ecstasy, your body writhing beneath him, Lionel felt a surge of triumph wash over him. He had conquered you, claimed you as his own, and there was nothing you could do to resist him.

You clung to him, your nails scratching your husband's back, leaving red marks in their wake. It hurt, but Lionel didn't care; he loved admiring the marks his lioness left on him. His baritone voice became thicker and huskier as he whispered dirty things in your ear, each word sending shivers of pleasure down your spine.

You arched against him in response, eagerly receiving his thrusts as he drove into you with a primal intensity. His eyes darkened even more with desire when he saw you squeezing your breasts through your dress and bra, the fabric straining to contain your ample curves.

Unable to resist the temptation any longer, Lionel leaned in and sucked on your nipple through the fabric, leaving a wet spot behind as he teased you mercilessly. You begged to feel his lips without barriers, your voice dripping with need as you pleaded for more.

With a predatory grin, Lionel stopped thrusting for a moment, his hands moving to rip the top of your dress and pull down your bra, revealing your beautiful breasts in all their glory. They were a true masterpiece, and he couldn't resist taking them in his mouth, his tongue teasing your sensitive flesh as he played with one nipple while his hand worked the other.

"You like that, don't you, you little slut?" he growled, his voice thick with desire as he lavished attention on your breasts. "You're such a filthy little thing, begging for my touch."

You moaned in response, your body trembling with pleasure as Lionel's words sent waves of desire crashing over you. You reveled in the feeling of his lips on your skin, his touch igniting a fire within you that threatened to consume you whole.

And as Lionel continued to drive into you with wild abandon, his primal instincts taking over, you surrendered yourself completely to the pleasure of the moment. With each thrust, each touch, you lost yourself in the ecstasy of being claimed by your husband, the lion who was powerless to resist his manipulative little mouse.

As Lionel continued to ravage you with primal fervor, you reveled in the sensation of being thoroughly violated by your husband. It was a twisted dynamic, one where you held all the power, and Lionel willingly submitted to your every whim.

You could see the desperation in Lionel's eyes, his face contorted into a grimace as he fought to contain his impending orgasm, refusing to allow himself release until you had reached the pinnacle of pleasure. But you had other plans in mind, relishing in the knowledge that you held his pleasure in the palm of your hand.

With a wicked grin, you teased him mercilessly, your voice dripping with seduction as you urged him on. "Cum for me, my lion," you purred, your words driving him wild with desire. "I want to feel you fill me up, to mark me as yours."

Lionel's resolve wavered at your words, his hips stuttering in their relentless rhythm as he struggled to hold on. But you weren't about to let him off that easily, not when you were so close to achieving your own release.

With a wicked gleam in your eye, you urged him on, your voice thick with desire as you begged for more. "I want you to cum for me, Lionel," you moaned, your nails digging into his back as you rode the wave of pleasure. "I want to feel you lose control, to give in to your primal instincts and claim me as yours."

Lionel's resistance crumbled at your words, his control slipping away as he surrendered himself completely to the pleasure of the moment. With a primal roar of ecstasy, he let go, his orgasm crashing over him like a tidal wave as he spilled himself inside you, marking you as his in the most primal way possible.

You screamed in ecstasy as Lionel's release sent you hurtling over the edge, your body convulsing with pleasure as you succumbed to the overwhelming sensation. It was a moment of pure bliss, one where you lost yourself completely to the ecstasy of being claimed by your husband, the lion who was powerless to resist your manipulative charms.

As you lay there, panting and sated, Lionel's gaze fell upon your ruined form, the torn dress barely clinging to your sweat-soaked skin. He felt a surge of possessiveness wash over him at the sight, his desire to claim you as his own overwhelming.

With a predatory gleam in his eye, Lionel reached out and grabbed the headboard, his fingers digging into the wood as he leaned in close. "You look so beautiful like this, my little mouse," he growled, his voice thick with desire. "So ruined and yet so utterly mine."

You whimpered in response, your body still trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure as Lionel's words washed over you like a tidal wave. You were his, completely and utterly, and you wouldn't have it any other way.

Just then, a scratch at the door interrupted the moment, the sound of Percy wanting to come in. But Lionel wasn't about to let anything ruin the intimate moment you were sharing. With a primal roar, he sent Percy away, asserting his dominance as the head of the household.

"Mom and dad are busy, Percy," Lionel snarled, his voice echoing through the room. "Go find something else to occupy your time."

With a defeated whimper, Percy slunk away, leaving you and Lionel alone once more. And as you basked in the afterglow of your passionate encounter, you couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction wash over you.

For in that moment, you knew that you had won, that Lionel was completely and utterly under your spell. And as you drifted off to sleep in his arms, you couldn't help but smile at the thought of all the twisted games you would play together in the future.

Lionel looked back at you, a smug grin stretching across his lips as he slid out of you with a wet sound, his gaze lingering on your ruined form sprawled across the bed, his cum dripping down your legs. "Well, my little mouse," he purred arrogantly, his voice thick with satisfaction. "I must say, that was quite the thank you."

With a self-satisfied smirk, Lionel straightened himself up and smoothly shoved himself back into his pants, relishing in the sight of you lying there, thoroughly debauched and utterly ruined. It was a sight he could never tire of, one that filled him with a sense of power and dominance unlike anything else.

As he adjusted his clothing, Lionel's gaze never wavered from your trembling form, his eyes smoldering with desire as he took in every delicious detail. Yes, this was the end result of indulging your every whim, and he had to admit, it was well worth it.

With a triumphant smirk, Lionel leaned in close, his lips brushing against yours in a predatory kiss. "Maybe shopping isn't so bad after all," he murmured huskily, his voice dripping with arrogance. "Especially when it leads to moments like this."

And with that, Lionel straightened up, his expression one of smug satisfaction as he looked down at you, his little mouse, completely and utterly at his mercy. For in that moment, he knew that he had won, that you were his to do with as he pleased, and he wouldn't have it any other way.

I feel your compliments like bullets on skin - chapter eight

Ava isn’t exactly an MI6 agent, but if you ask her, she’s pretty damn good at making other people believe the bullshit that comes out of her mouth.

So when she goes full celebrity tantrum and tells Chanel to buy her not one, but two first class tickets on her flight because she doesn’t want to deal with anyone, she gets her way.

Chanel usually understands Ava’s needs and respects them. She knows Ava values privacy and when she is actually going away on vacation, she likes to isolate and live a little luxurious. So getting the seat next to her on a long flight open isn’t the strangest request in the world.

She does have to apologize to Dora, and promise her that she won’t forever be the conduit between Ava and Beatrice and the rest of the world, but Dora goes out of her way to drive by Bea’s place and drop off her ticket.

They don’t meet up at the airport and when Beatrice gets on the plane, they act like they’ve just met. No kisses, no hand holding or hugs - just little smiles and knowing looks.

On the flight, they chat like normal and watch a couple of movies together. Halfway through the second one, Beatrice falls asleep.

Ava can't really begin to describe how excited she is to be here, on this flight and headed so far away from California and all the hustle and craziness. She hasn’t spoken to Vincent in three days, Chanel has promised not to contact her until next Friday and though she has an obnoxious as fuck trip to Brazil coming up, she’s entirely focused on this week.

Never could she have imagined finding someone like Bea. She is the exact opposite of everyone Ava has ever had even a second date with. She’s so unaware of Ava’s world. The movies Bea likes are documentaries and older, foreign films.

Ava doesn't mind those, in fact she loves the documentaries and has told Bea about her history with them growing up. They were her lifeblood - her view of the outside world.

Ava spent years and years learning about animals and history, about the way things were made and where things were so she could piece together her own map of the world. It wasn't perfect, but when she was finally able to step out into it, she took the time to enjoy as much of it as possible.

It’s that, she thinks, that makes her career worth it. She gets to see so many beautiful places, whether it be for work or promotion or even now, having the money to fly out to the beach and escape.

They exit the plane together, and Ava is wearing a hat, a mask and a pair of sunglasses to keep herself hidden away.

There’s no personal security here yet, she’s hired out from a local firm for the weekend but they’ll meet them at the hotel. Which means that she’s vulnerable, even with her hair tied up and all her cover on, people seem to recognize her.

Still, she can feel the way Beatrice’s demeanor shifts as they’re making their way through the airport together. Scanning the crowd constantly, seemingly aware of every noise and movement.

When a child runs by, screaming about something he’s found, Beatrice’s hand instinctively whips out and presses against her.

“It’s okay,” Ava says, her voice soft because the action leaves her a little breathless.

CONT ON AO3

HIIIII ! it's dani , comin' in hot with muse numero dos . i'm super excited to share the self - proclaimed princess & smarty - pants , miss VIVIENNE SWEET with you all 🫶 click that read more button to learn more ⤵

I. APPLICATION

spotted   at   the   met   steps   ,   vivienne   'vivi'   sweet   ,   most   likely   listening   to   glamourus   by   fergie   with   their   airpods   pro   .   the   twenty5   year   old   gained   quite   a   reputation   ,   known   to   be   -headstrong   yet   +diligent   to   anyone   who   knows   them   .   you'll   easily   spot   them   when   you   hear   about   the click of a pair of louboutins   ,   a   sharp   gaze   and   an   even   sharper   mind   ,   the   fizz   of   a   fresh   bottle   of   dom   pérignon   ,    and   only   ever   accepting   the   best   ,   followed   by   tom   ford   fucking fabulous   .   latest   nepoupdates   article   talks   about   the launch of the youngest sweet's new luxury brand : following in mom's footsteps , or just a cover up of her failure to pass the bar exam ?   ,   but   i   guess   any   reputation   is   good   reputation   . ( sublot #7 — muse o ) .

II. STATISTICS

FULL NAME : vivienne sweet . AGE : twenty5 . DATE OF BIRTH : january 1st , 1999 . HOMETOWN : chicago , illinois . GENDER : cis woman . PRONOUNS : she/her . ORIENTATION : bisexual . OCCUPATION : fashion designer . POSITIVE TRAITS : diligent , warmhearted , trustworthy , will be your #1 hype girl , loyal , erudite , candid . NEGATIVE TRAITS : headstrong , a workaholic , unforgiving , stubborn , particular , can be judgmental , keeps people at an arm's length most of the time . MBTI : intp . ENNEAGRAM : 3 — the achiever . TEMPERAMENT : chloeric . MORAL ALIGMENT : lawful good .

III. BACKGROUND INFO

born in chicago , illinois , the youngest child of the famed sweet family , who got their billions from — you guessed it — owning & operating a massive candy & chewing gum conglomerate , sweet inc. ( the leading manufacturer of candies worldwide ) . her father was the ceo of sweet inc. , and her mother was a famed ex - supermodel from the 90s . vivienne was born with a silver spoon in her mouth , always having everything a girl could possibly want right at her fingertips . and , boy , did she take advantage of it ! vivi was more than happy to indulge in a life of luxury from the second her toddler hands grasped the chain strap of her very first chanel flap bag . her life was a series of nannies back home & jet - setting to meet her parents at various sweet , inc. offices worldwide . there's no sob story here about unattentive parents : although her mother & father were business - oriented , they still made plenty of time for their children ( & spoiled them absolutely rotten ) . vivi's mother , in particular , did a lot of the spoiling : shopping trips and indulging in high fashion are some of vivi's fondest memories . the only thing vivi ever really yearned for was to find success of her own . her older siblings had found their callings early on : her eldest sister & brother were set to take over the family business together , and her other brother had committed to tackling med school at a young age . everyone seemed to have it all figured out . and while vivi was content with her life , she knew that she had to find her own purpose & passions in life .

everything fell into place her first year of boarding school in nyc . she was just thirteen at the time , and found a lot of solace in shopping and curating unique outfits to express herself when words couldn't . throughout her years spent in new york city , vivi really fell in love with the world of fashion , and decided that this was what she wanted to chase after for the rest of her life . vivi's mother was ecstatic with her decision to dive into the fashion world , though she did make sure to let her daughter know that the road wouldn't be easy ... vivienne would have to work her ass off to make a name for herself outside of just modelling ( and that she did ) . one too many horror stories of contracts and deals gone wrong took her a different route ( that & her parents' insistence upon a bachelor's degree as a backup ) : vivi would attend columbia university an obtain a b.s. in business , graduating at just 20 years old . but she was playing the long game . sure , a business degree probably would have sufficed for reading over a contract , but vivi wanted to take it one step further . she liked dramatics ... she would go on to complete law school at columbia , but never take the bar exam ... she wasn't planning on being an attorney anyways .

throughout her schooling , vivienne had made sure to take the time to get her foot in the door of the fashion industry , even if it just meant sitting front row at fashion week . shortly after her graduation from law school , vivi would launch the first collection of her fashion brand , VV ( akin to the likes of kylie jenner realeasing KHY ) . VV would prove to be a huge success , and riding that wave , vivi would push VV to a luxury market , proving her to be a very savvy businesswoman ... and when the second collection launched , she wasn't announcing it via instagram , she was showing it off at her very own show during new york fashion week . now , two years later , VV is still one of the most trending fashion brands in the world , and is growing in popularity at a very quick rate . * inspo for VV is miu miu .

IV. PERSONALITY

despite having everything handed to her growing up , vivi is bound to be one of the hardest working people you know . she is truly an unstoppable force ( aka : a workaholic ) . paradoxically , she's also an immovable object : once she's got her mind set on something , it's not changing . she can be very particular about how things are done , but it's mostly because she's a perfectionist at heart & needs everything to fit her vision . she can be idealistic a lot of the time ; she truly believes that you can do ANYTHING you set your mind to .

this makes her a great cheerleader — if you're her friend , she will always be your #1 hype girl . she loves celebrating her friends' successes & likes to shower the people close to her in gifts 24/7 . she's a giver & is always concerned with how to best support her friends & family . genuinely a great friend to have by your side : she is loyal until the end & loves very deeply once you have her . but once you cross vivi , she can be rather unforgiving . second chances aren't really a thing in her eyes , so you're LUCKY if she graces you with one ... that's her stubborness kicking in . she's been hurt in the past by relationships & friendships gone sour , & she isn't keen on letting it happen again . it takes a while to really know her , but it is so worth it in the end . generally pretty sweet ( no pun intended ) , but dishes out whatever she's served . if you come at her with an attitude , you will get it back ( & 10x worse — don't argue with someone that graduated from law school ) . overall , a warm & hard - working woman that isn't here to fuck around .

V. HEADCANONS

always has a humorous amount of candy in her purse — she has the biggest sweet tooth ever — & is willing to share . speaking of purses , she's got a mary poppins bag . literally somehow always has anything you could possibly need in her purse . mom friend vibes . loves doing sudoku & crossword puzzles . games that make you think are her favorite ... but if you're playing a board game with her , she will get competitive . has a black cat named jiji after the cat in kiki's delivery service . usually does her own makeup for events . she loves it & finds it very relaxing . if you're in a pinch , vivi is happy to be your pseudo makeup artist free of charge !

VI. WANTED CONNECTIONS

literally anything & everything . but here are some quick ideas : party friends , girl squad , sibling - like relationship , childhood friends , college friends , unlikely friends , flirtationship , fwb , pr stunt ( friendship or 'romantic' relationship ) , exes ( good & bad terms ) , frenemies , straight - up enemies , ambassadors for VV , unrequited crush , shopping buddy , ex - friends ( could be vivi's fault ) , & literally anything else we can cook up !

VII. ESTABLISHED CONNECTIONS

EXES ON BAD TERMS : gemma james , CHILDHOOD BESTIES / BASICALLY SIBLINGS : aria eden - west , BEST FRIEND : charlotte ha , CLOSE FRIENDS : mona bae , teagan yoon , laurie st. clair , OBSESSED W HER : benny ahn , PR FRIENDSHIP : harlowe brenner , COLLEGE FRIENDS : hayden sullivan , WEIRD TENSION : gigi mariano , COMPETITIVE OVER BOARD GAMES : kazuharu miya .

Hello! Sorry if you already made a post about this but could you please talk a bit about staying safe while wearing/using more expensive/luxury items? Thank you ❤️

Staying Safe in Luxury

Some women prefer louder patterns, others prefer quieter or both!

Here are 3 modes I envision in luxury.

Understated

Toeing the line

Overstated

One is not better than the other. Our dollars are still the same purchasing luxury. All could be safer if you leave enough to the imagination when presenting your items.

It is all about how you carry yourself. For example, if I sashay into a restaurant with my most expensive bag like Regina George, I’m bound to make enemies!

If I were to do the same with a bag that has no logos or indication of the price, I’m bound to make enemies.

I don’t see luxury as the issue per se, but how you position your luxury. You’re more likely to be seen as a show off if you inflate your status relative to the worth of an item than if you view your item as a utility item you’ve always owned.

If your bag, vehicle or clothes are always stars of the show for the tax bracket you are/want to be in, you could be unknowingly asking for trouble because your wealth is able to be assumed.

We know how a rude driver acts. Their rudeness is inflated if you are cut off or pushed to speed by a guy in a Range Rover because he knows his car is worth more than most on the road.

On the other hand, you could view Range Rover’s differently if the driver leaves several lengths behind you, respectfully enters your lane or leaves space for you to enter the road. View luxury as maximization, it can be a cruel mistress!

I recently did an experiment with one of handbags pertaining to your question.

I brought my Speedy to class to test how others would react to me when I used it like any other purse I had vs. putting its worth over mine.

In my first test, I wore it in the crook of my arm on campus looking to test people’s perceptions. It’s like a woman carrying a giant bag sporting a backpack. Her bag is too large for the purpose she needs it for and she wants to show off the brand. They assumed I was over compensating for something and someone with that type of bag should be able to afford a smaller bag that suits her on campus life.

In my second test, I carried it as a mini luggage bag in my hands. Since the 30 is so large, I packed it with my iPad and other everyday things like pens. Also, I didn’t carry or view it as a totally glamorous vintage Louis Vuitton Speedy 30 that I owned and you don’t, it’s a bag large enough for the utility I needed it for and didn’t give it a second glance unless it was to take something out.

If you treat your items like something you’ve always had, you’re less likely to be seen as a show off or threat to those who could react with jealousy. At the same time, the normalization can work against you if people think you have more of what you carry.

Consider what you want assumed about you.

Generally, your opinion matters BUT!!! public opinions are powerful and included in the formation of your reputation. If you slap your items around, you will appear out of touch and lazy with your upkeep.

If your wear your couture as an outfit you’d wear no matter what, you will appear natural and confident.

Seek Validation From Yourself

Do you need others to scoff at your luxury or take pictures of you to feel wanted?

If you believe you’re nothing without designer or luxury, you’re placing too much value on your items.

Wanting approval from others can influence you to dress garishly unnaturally.

Be Safe Wearing Luxury

Luxury is exclusive and desirable for a reason. If everyone had luxury, it would no longer be considered luxury.

To be safe, I would purchase a lower level luxury bag I could afford to replace 3-4 times if it were lost or stolen (without touching your savings). You are far too glamorous (and beautiful!!) to be broken up about an item you can’t afford to replace or insure!

For example, a vintage Chanel double flap bag is on my wishlist, but it’s more wise to use that money for repairing my other bags because I can’t justify upkeep of a Chanel.

Choose Safe Areas

Use your expensive items in areas that have room to grow. For example, newly developed beautiful neighborhoods, areas where income is rising and it’s acceptable for someone your age to have those items.

Avoid tourist areas, places that are unrecognizable at night and where you wouldn’t travel by yourself.

Be Private in Luxury

If I were to wear high fashion in a wealthy, high traffic area, I would also wear a hat/visor and face mask as to not be recognized.

This is an option if you’re anxious about being followed or recognized when you’re out living life!

Be Wise in Luxury

For example, if you are going to have your nails done, bring a bag relative to the size of the store. If there’s not a lot of space, carry a smaller purse. You will look ridiculous carrying a clown purse when the location isn’t appropriate for it.

Choose delayed gratification. If you have an influx of money or enough to buy what you want now, don’t. You most likely don’t want it that badly and could find something better in the future.

If you are spending A LOT of money, use a personal shopping service. Lately, multiple influencers and ladies in luxury have been targeted after shopping sprees and home tours.

I thought it was odd Sephora had personal shoppers!

Anyone can target you, it doesn’t matter how they look or you look, how good of friends you are, if you’re buying a lot of hot items or known to have them, you could be in danger.

I understand why those with high net worth’s have representatives on their behalf’s & own items no one saw them purchasing.

Dress relative to your surroundings and belongings. Your item should not be significantly higher than most items in your wardrobe. Factor in its age and condition.

Your pants should not be $20 and your belt $500!

Be Luxury, Live Luxury.

MGR office au part 5 - a day in the life of Mistral

Mistral returned to her room and placed her money that she had won from Sam in her purse. Her luxury Chanel purse. After all, her blood demanded that she only use the finest things from France. She sat down in her "chair" (that she had made from multiple dwarf gekkos) and began to sigh. Unless she was near her boss Armstrong or working at her job, she found her days quite dull.

She went over to her night stand and brushed her thumb over her hardcopy of L'Étranger longingly. She looked over the walls of her room (which totally did not look like a bdsm dungeon) and decided that tomorrow was the day that she would win the heart of her boss. She soon went to sleep and the dwarf gekkos were just glad that they had survived another night of not being torn apart to become furniture or to be used as a fisting toy.

Dawn of the First Day - 72 hours remain -

What better way to a man's heart than through his stomach? Mistral was used to doing the saying more literally than figuratively but she figured that she should give cooking a chance. After all, many of the greatest chefs were French. She looked over several cook books and decided that she would make duck confit. She had cured it last night so all that was needed to be done was to cook it. She placed the duck in the pan and coated it in fat, then added a layer of foil. She set the oven to 210°F and all that was left was to let it slow cook over the next eight hours.

While she waited she decided the best way to kill time was to do some shopping. Off she went to buy more Dior products. After a long day she returned to headquarters and went to check on the oven in the kitchen. To her horror, the door was left wide open and her duck confit was gone. "Merde, my food!" She then heard what sounded like a racoon gnawing on something. She looked under the table and found the cause. "SUNDOWNER!" There was her coworker hunched under the table, trying his best to discreetly eat a duck.

"WAIT! I CAN EXPLAIN! Listen, it just smelled so good and I was so hungry!" Her eyes narrowed. "Did I mention that I grew up in poverty?" Mistral then went on a tangent about how they all had to survive growing up and that she didn't give two shits. "You owe me, you imbecile!" She had had enough. Mistral would think of something better tomorrow.

Dawn of the Second Day - 48 hours remain -

"Alright Sundowner, here is the plan. I need you to convince Armstrong to meet me in my room." The bald man scratched his scalp. "How the hell am I supposed ta do that?" Mistral took out a dwarf gekko hand and bonked him with it. "Figure that out yourself! I must go prepare." She then promptly left to return to her room. "Woman. Can't understand em'. Well I guess I better go before she tries to stomp on my balls again."

He then went to Monsoon for help. He knocked on the door and soon the cyborg opened it. "I AM THE ONE WHO KNOCKS! Just kidding, what do you want?" Sundowner then discussed how he would set up a diversion while Monsoon would plant a note in their bosses office. "And what makes you think that I'll help you?" Half a second later and Sundowner was now holding his steam deck. Monsoon gulped. "Alright, you win."

Ah, there was Armstrong. "BOSS, I NEED YER HELP!" The Senator sighed. "What is it now?" Sundowner began to wave his arms around. "I CAN'T EXPLAIN, THERE'S NO TIME! HURRY!" Soon Armstrong was following Sundowner down the corridor. - Cut to mission Impossible music - Suddenly Monsoon is shown upside down on the ceiling. He went to turn off his anti gravity field only to come tumbling down like a jenga tower. "Fuck." After restacking his bionicle body he gently placed the note on his superiors desk. "Time to get out of here."

Finally Sundowner and Armstrong had arrived at one of the public bathrooms. "Alright, tell me what's the problem?" The man struggled to think of an excuse on the spot. " I... uh.. I.. cut myself... shaving?" Armstrong's eyes turned red. "WHAT!? YOU BROUGHT ME ALL THE WAY HERE FOR THIS!? GET OUT OF MY SIGHT BEFORE I DOCK YOUR PAY!" Once the man was gone, Sundowner slid down against the bathroom tile. "Well, I've done everythin' she told me to so she better be grateful!"

Upon returning to his personal office, Armstrong had noticed a small note on his desk. "Meet me in room 403. Your secret admirer." He began to blush. The last time anyone had fancied him was his college days. "Well let's meet this mysterious admire then." He went up to the door and opened it. He was greeted by the sight of someone laying on their stomach lazily, stark naked and they were proudly displaying their large rump. "Who is it now?" the voice called out. Armstrong walked in and got a closer look. "SAM!?"

Mistral was on her bed in an expensive pair of lingerie. "What's taking him so long?" She then heard a knock at her door and rushed to answer it, only to be greeted by Monsoon. "Oh. What do you want, I'm expecting someone?" The man chuckled. "I think you might want to see this." They walked down the hall only to hear shouting. Mistral realized it was that of her boss and her coworker Sam. "WHY ARE YOU NAKED!?" followed by "WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY ROOM!?" Soon everything clicked in her head. "SUNDOWNER!"

Dawn of the Final Day - 24 hours remain -

Mistral paced back and forth. "That's it! I'm going to let him know how I feel. And Sundowner can't ruin it for me this time!" She went down to her superiors office. "Mistral? What are you do-" She placed her finger to his lips, silencing him. "It was me all along boss. I'm your secret admirer. Je t’aime de toute mon âme. Will you be mine?" Her boss readjusted his glasses. "I'm flattered Mistral, but I'll tell you what I already told Sundowner. (Sundowner? Her mind went blank.) I make it a habit not to let my love life be involved with my work. In other words, I don't date clients. I'm sure you understand."

Mistral soon became lightheaded. "No way! Sundowner did this on purpose! I'll kill him!" she thought to herself and she soon passed out and fell over. "Mistral?"

Chanel is a name synonymous with elegance, luxury, and timeless style. Over the years, the iconic fashion house has created numerous masterpieces, but none more coveted than their legendary handbags. In this blog post, we will delve into the world of Chanel bags and explore the top five most iconic designs of all time. 

Additionally, we will introduce Confidential Couture, a trusted pre owned luxury goods selling and buying company, and highlight how we can help you acquire these trendy bags. Whether you're a fashion enthusiast, collector, or simply looking to add a touch of sophistication to your wardrobe, read on to discover the allure of Chanel bags and how Confidential Couture can make your luxury dreams come true.

Worlds biggest Girl Group

The K-pop girl group Blackpink is known as the biggest K-pop girl group in the world because of their success. Blackpink consists of 4 members namely Jennie, Lisa, rose, Jisoo. The girls came from different countries but debuted as a K-pop girl group under YG entertainment year 2016. Their debut song “Boombayah” currently has 1.5B views on YouTube. They were the first K-pop girl group to perform in Coachella and to reach YouTube 1b YouTube views on their songs  now they’re the most-subscribed-to music group on the platform — as well as being the first girl group from any country to feature on Forbes Asia’s 30 Under 30 list.

In 2019, they broke three Guinness World Records with the single “Kill This Love”, which has had more than 312 million plays on Spotify and over 824 million YouTube views. They’ve been front-row fixtures at runway shows and the faces of mega brands including Chanel, Puma, Louis Vuitton and Dior. And all this with just a handful of songs in their repertoire. Every member is a global ambassador for a luxury brand. Jennie Kim also called "human Chanel”, she is an ambassador and a face of Chanel and other luxury brands. Lisa is a global brand ambassador for Celine and other luxury brands like Bulgari. Rose is also a global ambassador of YSL and other luxury brands. Lastly, Jisoo a Dior princess, is always the main event every fashion week. They also collaborated with some international artists like Dua Lipa, Selena Gomez, lady gaga, and Cardi B on their songs. All their songs always blew up because of the love and support of their fans (blinks). Blackpink became the biggest K-pop girl group because of their awards they have won 88 total of awards and 285 nominations in 7 years as a girl group. They also have the biggest crowd every world tour. Netflix also paired with BLACKPINK to air their 2020 documentary BLACKPINK: Light Up the Sky — a look behind the scenes of the band's inner workings. For a peek into the (almost) off-duty personality of the band, look for "BLACKPINK 24 365" on YouTube. The program, a reference to a line from their song "Whistle," was set in a Big-Brother-type camera-outfitted house and was a hub where the bandmates lived during promotional periods surrounding new singles. These are only some of their success, and recently they became one of the top performers in the coming concert in Coachella. They are still ongoing concerts and on March 25-26 they will have a concert in the second biggest indoor arena in the world, the Philippine arena in Bulacan, Philippines. 

Behind all the success of blackpink is their fans,(blinks) who always support them and show their love and appreciation for the girls.

When you hit the big 5-0, one celebration just doesn’t feel enough. Indeed, that’s the mentality that the team over at

Timberland

seem to have adopted, opting for a whole year’s worth of festivities around the 50th anniversary of its iconic 6-inch boot! Rather than parties, though, the global brand will be toasting its flagship footwear by way of a series of collaborations with a coterie of boundary-pushing creatives, spanning disciplines of art,

fashion

and design.

The news was announced today at Timberland’s campus in the heart of New Hampshire’s expansive – you guessed it – timberlands. Here, the brand unveiled Future73, a year-long initiative that sees six creatives put their distinct spin on the brand’s signature shoe:

Edison Chen

, Canadian-born Hong Kong actor-turned-creator and founder of streetwear and lifestyle brand

CLOT

;

Samuel Ross

, British designer and founder of

A-COLD-WALL*

;

Suzanne Oude Hengel

, Netherlands-based knit researcher and footwear innovator and founder of Knit In Motion;

Nina Chanel Abney

, Chicago-born, New York-based contemporary painter and artist;

Humberto Leon

, Los Angeles-based designer, retailer, creative director, restaurateur and co-founder of

Opening Ceremony

; and

Christopher Raeburn

, British designer and founder of his own responsible fashion label,

RAEBURN

.Working closely alongside Timberland’s design team, each was invited to reimagine the boot, drawing on the pioneering elements that have assured its icon status over the past half-century, and using their directional aesthetic sensibilities to propel it into the future. From Suzanne Oude Hengel’s incorporation of innovative knit techniques to Humberto Leon’s exaggerated chunky rubber soles and Christopher Raeburn’s wholly recyclable iteration, each proposes an irreverent, unexpected perspective on a boot that so many already know and love. ADVERTISEMENT

Samuel Ross' Future73 capsule

“From a cultural and historic standpoint, Timberland has always stood for craft, tension and durability,” mused Samuel Ross in a panel unpacking his Future73 capsule, which fused his yen for one-of-a-kind luxury sportswear with the American brand’s honed production capacities. “A-COLD-WALL tackles similar topics – we’ve always been interested in tensions, and the idea of recontextualising modern masculinity, which Timberland is an integral part of. That was a natural starting point, and from there, it was about trying not to repeat what Timberland had already produced – looking at how we could distort an icon, while also allowing it space to breathe.”It doesn’t all stop at the boot, though. In addition to the footwear offering, each Future73 designer has also created an accompanying clothing capsule – allowing for the holistic articulation of their respective creative visions – andthey’ve each created a second future-minded footwear design based on a Timberland silhouette of their choosing. “What an honour it has been to work alongside these amazing creative minds,” said Drieke Leenknegt, Chief Marketing Officer for Timberland. “Each has taken the Timberland Premium 6-inch boot and transformed it through the lens of their own bold innovation and design ethos, giving us a view of what the icon of the future might look like. It’s our legacy, with their vision, and together we’re forging new frontiers of boot culture.”

Needless to say, it’s all pretty damn exciting stuff, and the question that’s no doubt on your minds is: Where can I get my hands on it? Well, rather than spoil you by releasing all of these treats in one go, Timberland will be drip-feeding the Future73 releases between March and October of this year, with each capsule drop launched with a workshop-style event with the designers. The goodies themselves will then be available for purchase through Timberland, as well as through some of the most influential fashion and streetwear retailers worldwide. On your marks…

50 years ago, Timberland introduced its iconic “yellow boot,” officially known as the 6-Inch Boot these days. Though the company began as the Abington Shoe Company in 1952, the brand as we know it today was birthed in 1973 — the 6-Inch Boot was originally titled the “Timberland,” and it was so popular that the Abington Shoe Company decided to rename itself Timberland after its most popular product. Fast-forward a half-decade, and Timberland is a purveyor of some of the most iconic boots in the world of street culture today: besides the 6-Inch Boot, there’s the “40 Below” Boot, the Euro Hiker, the Field Boot and many more.

So how are they celebrating 50 years? By inviting a half-dozen world-class creatives to push their most iconic products in a fresh direction as part of a new Future 73 initiative. Timberland has tapped CLOT founder Edison Chen, A-COLD-WALL*founder Samuel Ross, fine artist Nina Chanel Abney, Opening Ceremony founder Humberto Leon, textile designer Suzanne Oude Hengel and designer/sustainability advocate/longtime partner Christopher Raeburn to give some of their most iconic styles a fresh spin, all of which were on display at the Future73 kickoff event at Timberland’s headquarters in Stratham, New Hampshire.

Timberland

Chen’s collaboration continues CLOT’s long-running mission of bridging Eastern and Western cultures with ancient Chinese script, tiger-inspired details and more across fully circular footwear and eco-friendly apparel. Samuel Ross’ creations show his knack for refined minimalism, adding by reducing. Nina Chanel Abney’s unique perspective on fine art and easygoing nature are on display across her footwear and apparel offerings. “I’m a footwear designer now!” she exclaimed with a laugh when discussing the parallels between her art practice and her steps into the footwear world.

Leon’s footwear designs play with proportion, exaggerating the most notable elements of the 6-Inch boot, while his apparel offers a unique take on modular function. Hengel’s knit creations offer beautiful tone and texture, exploring how far the scope of Timberland’s products can be expanded by completely changing their materials. And Raeburn continues his experimentation with found materials, noting that his designs drew from unique technical fabrics he found at a military surplus store and that he tried to imagine what the next 50 years would look like for Timberland while creating his products as well.

“Legacy is so important when you have an actual connection with a product,” Samuel Ross told Hypebeast at the Future73 launch event. “You feel like there’s even more responsibility there when you grew up loving something and you get a chance to create your own take on it.” Ross wasn’t the only designer to mention his personal connection to — and excitement around — working on Timberland’s icons. “This was a bucket list project for me,” said Nina Chanel Abney. “Coming in with a fresh perspective and reworking something as iconic as the 6-Inch Classic is a rare thing.”

“How do we take a piece of pop culture iconography and push it into the future?” – Humberto Leon

The Future73 collective’s footwear and apparel designs will roll out over the course of 2023, with exact release dates and further info to be announced in the coming weeks. It’s an undeniably massive project, one that’s equal parts past, present and future, and the partners were all on board with the task at hand. “How do we take a piece of pop culture iconography and push it into the future?” Humberto Leon said, recalling his design ethos when working on his collaboration. “I’ve been working with Timberland for almost 15 years, and there’s still so much to explore.”

And exploring is exactly what this initiative is about.

Another thing to consider is where you get the bag too. I seen a documentary on Bichester village (and I’m sure it will be the same in other designer outlets) as they often sell designer goods at a reduced price but often the quality is a lot lower. For example, the doc showed a pair of those small viral uggs and the difference of buying them at an outlet vs in the actual store is far different

Yup same goes for perfumes and even chocolates. Also worth noting is that sometimes it's better to buy a second hand version of the original release than the rerelease/re-edition of a certain bag. A lot of luxury labels are cutting on quality or quality control. Chanel is one of the worst offenders.

Fashion Tips for Buying Luxury Clothes

The luxury fashion pieces you've been eyeing have caught your attention, so you're ready to get your hands on them. In spite of this, you understand buying high-end clothing is a whole new experience. The prices are overwhelming, and you don’t want to make any mistakes. You don’t know where to begin. We’ve compiled some tips on how to buy luxury clothes smartly.

Don't use your credit card

Make your purchases through your own savings, rather than using a credit card. Also, don't put your desire for luxury above your needs. Pay your bills before buying your dream Chanel handbag.

More power to you if you want to be a fashionista above all else. If you are itching to add something lavish to your closet, you can tap into this account when you are itching to add something luxurious. Create a savings account for your hobby and put any leftover money, after paying your bills, into it.

Await sales

A few of the most expensive brands will go on sale occasionally. During the fall, retailers will clear out their summer clothing in preparation for the autumn/winter season, while clothing retailers will be clearing out their winter clothing in preparation for the spring/summer season. When the seasons change, prices will drop, so off-season items will fly off the racks faster. It's the perfect time to shop at your favorite luxury boutiques for great deals.

Be fussy

It's not recommended to impulse purchase luxury fashion unless you're wealthy, and even then it's not recommended. There's no need to put hundreds, maybe even thousands, toward an item you might end up hating after the return period ends.

Identify your own style and own it. It's important to know what you're looking for when shopping for clothes, and to stick with pieces you know you'll love, regardless of the time. When scanning the designer racks, be discerning. Try on the clothes to make sure they're comfortable.

Keep it timeless

Keeping a timeless style doesn't mean being fussy or following every new trend. In fact, you might want to follow every trend, but trends will come and go, and some of them will become fads.

While it's not wrong to buy a trendy piece if you're sure you'll love it for a super long time, perhaps think twice before snabbing something bold you'll cringe over in three months just because that colour, pattern, or feature is currently popular. If bold is your thing, go for it; however, if you want pieces that you can always count on, stick to classic styles in neutral colours. There are some things that never go out of style.

Mix and match

If you want to look good, you don't have to buy designer clothes for your entire wardrobe. We all know that high-end fashion comes at a high price tag, so it may not be financially feasible for you to wear only luxury clothing. However, you can combine your cheaper clothing with your designer clothes. You don't have to wear a Walmart blouse with a skirt and jacket.

Buy pre-owned

Sometimes luxury brand fashion ends up in thrift stores. What you'll find will probably be odds and ends from previous seasons, but if this isn't a deal breaker for you, give thrift or second-hand stores a try. Get more info about yupoo UK.

Beware of counterfeits when purchasing pre-owned luxury items, but you can mitigate against this risk by knowing your luxury brands well. It is possible to differentiate between a fake and a genuine article with proper research. Examining your finds for more than a minute also ensures that you are purchasing items in good condition without rips and loose threads. You should keep in mind, however, that secondhand luxury items are not necessarily cheap, just more affordable than brand-new ones.

A Chinese photo sharing website, Yupoo enables both merchants and individuals to share photos of their products. Yupoo hosts a large number of unofficial and counterfeit product pictures, but it is essential to exercise caution when dealing with any seller or product found on the site. Yupoo does not offer direct purchasing or selling options. It is more like a catalog or portfolio.

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Used designer handbags are definitely in—there has never been an easier way to get your dream Chanel handbag, for a cut of the price. While there are countless ways to buy second hand luxury fashion online, there’s another way to score a second hand handbag if you want to also support a cause. The Old Bags Luncheon is an annual event developed by the Center for Family Services of Palm Beach…

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Lagerfeld’s touch of edginess, humor, fantasy, sexiness and class is obvious at every assortment; every year, the style icon pushed the business together with his fusion of fantasy with timeless fashion items. With objects like iconic women’s Chanel emblem purses, sneakers and sun shades to men’s Chanel bags, and watches, our on-line Chanel store options an exclusive assortment of women’s Chanel & men’s Chanel pieces to select from. It is the perfect harmony.’ So said the nice designer, who was one of the first to re-purpose black as an aesthetic alternative versus a mark of mourning. Four of its shelters had been earmarked for closure after a drop in funding. The sale is organised by Maurice Auction in Paris and the British trend auctioneer Kerry Taylor. Ayoub is reportedly promoting these things as a end result of they no longer fit and he or she desires to make room for brand new purchases. She additionally plans to offer a few of the proceeds to Fondation des Femmes, a French charity for girls affected by violence and abuse. We know that a lot of you are worried concerning the environmental impact of journey and are on the lookout for methods of expanding horizons in ways that do minimal harm - and may even deliver benefits. We are committed to go as far as potential in curating our trips with take care of the planet. Lindsey Wixson in a ruffled dress on the Fall/Winter 2015 couture runway which was set in a logo-laden casino. The Spring/Summer 2014 runway was set up to resemble an artwork gallery, complete with color-swathed dresses. Lagerfeld lends new meaning to winter chic with this Fall/Winter 2010 assortment featuring all faux fur — a novel design approach from a Parisian house at the time. For the 2010 Cruise collection (which happened in Venice), models walked the runway barefoot in seems that nod back to Chanel's flapper designs of the 1920's. Meanwhile, a trio of cream pantsuits, styled with boas of Schlaepfer’s tinsel sequins—and hairdresser Damien Boissinot’s plaited faux-hawks—hint at Viard’s rock chick edge. These painterly inspirations got here collectively in a group characterised by a lightness of touch. Viard inspired some actually outstanding work from the nice embroidery houses of Paris, including Lesage, Cécile Henri, Atelier Emmanuelle Vernoux, and Atelier Montex, and the feather and flower designers Lemarié. These masters cleverly emulated an Impressionist’s daring, impasto paint strokes à la Van Gogh, or delicate pointillist dabs à la Seurat to create small works of art evoking gardens of rose blooms or fringes of dahlia petals. It proposes in particular high jewellery collections and contours of leather items, amongst which we find the 2.fifty five quilted bag, a legendary model synonymous with the Chanel spirit. An evening coat, embroidered over the course of 800 hours to be paying homage to Coromandel lacquered screens, is the item Ayoub has the fondest memories of carrying. “I wore it at a venue when Karl [Lagerfeld] was present,” she stated. When Karl saw me he was so shocked and asked me how might I do that. He then laughed and stated to me, ‘join the club’.” It is estimated it will fetch between €150,000 and €200,000. It is therefore very important to be aware of the unique Chanel sizing system before looking for this brand’s clothing. Set in opposition to the World War II Nazi occupation of Paris, “The New Look” focuses on the pivotal moment in the 20th century when the French metropolis led the world again to life by way of its style icon Christian Dior. As Dior rises to prominence together with his groundbreaking, iconic imprint of beauty and influence, Chanel’s reign because the world’s most famous dressmaker is put into jeopardy. That elusive result is achieved with the assistance of the high-quality supplies that are used within the confection of the completely different feminine designs. Leather, silk, tweed and cashmere assure that finesse and visible impression will be on the menu and the fall of the fabrics over a wearer’s feminine forms is pure perfection, enhancing the overall impact. The idea is to inject a contact of elegance and all-important comfort so buyers can take pleasure in wearing the garments all day if they need to. Although those shades give a traditional look, vivid colours may additionally be thrown in the mix, alongside more casual gadgets for anybody looking to gown down in type. Established by the revolutionary legend Gabrielle “Coco” Chanel, the posh style house has been a long-standing icon within the ever-evolving industry. Chanel is known for its simplistic elegant pieces that stand the test of time. Indeed, what distinguishes Coco Chanel’s affect is her need to create women’s clothes that was each modern and practical, to inject ease and luxury into day-to-day style. chanel clothing Most notable in this vein is the Little Black Dress, described as the ‘Ford’ of clothes. Beyond the LBD, nevertheless, Chanel ensured that monochrome pervaded the brand’s image, from the packaging of a Chanel No.5 bottle to the unique 2.fifty five handbags in black leather and two-tone pumps in beige with a black toe. While she by no means shied away from brighter tones, her dedication to rendering outfits in black and white – magnificence without the frills – is an enduring legacy. During the German occupation of France, Chanel received concerned with a Nazi army officer, Hans Gunther von Dincklage. She obtained particular permission to stay in her apartment on the Hotel Ritz in Paris, which also operated as German army headquarters. Over the years, with No. 5 being an enormous source of revenue, she repeatedly sued to have the phrases of the deal renegotiated. Part of the proceeds of the public sale will go to Fondation des Femmes, a French charity for women affected by violence and abuse. 10 Inexpensive Manufacturers To Get The Chanel Look Most of the sellers are from China, but the wholesale items are shipped across the world. They settle for various payment strategies similar to a letter of credit score, T/T, Western Union, electronic check fee, PayPal, bank card, Master Card, and VISA. Sign as much as our newsletter to remain up to date with our latest provides, merchandise and designer news. This export and import wholesale/retail web site relies in Hong Kong however ships all over the world. The web site is a large wholesale platform and home to 94 of the a hundred topmost reliable wholesale sellers that promote globally. The on-line wholesale and retail platform did not gain 1,5 million international patrons identical to that. Years of glad and successful transactions made this occur. Dhgate can be thought of the premier designer replicas website because of the posh items that you just get corresponding to Gucci, LV reps, Chanel reps & more. The Chanel logo must also be raised, as opposed to being etched or printed on the bag. A large telling sign for us as regards to the chain strap was the stitching on the leather-based intertwined between the chain. On the authentic handbag (gold-tone hardware), you will note that the stitching is clear and seamless. Sandro is yet another French brand that I've sworn by for years. The quality is unmatched, and every merchandise looks like a wearable assertion piece. That is an ideal way of summing up Chanel's work on its clothes collections. If there's a designer accessories model that stands head and shoulders above the remainder, it’s Chanel. 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The chain straps also start additional back on the genuine model. You can see on the duplicate Chanel chain (silver-tone hardware), there is a double layer on the top flat a part of the leather. AliExpress has a piece referred to as Featured Brands the place you'll find some unimaginable reductions of great products. However, they're normally Chinese branded products, great brands are slowly coming into Aliexpress too. You simply get one shot of questioning an change and also you ought not to squander it if the seller is talking a extra drawn out time in delivery the merchandise. That is an easy method acquired by loads of retailers to protect them from question rising in a while. A few postings don’t say the model of the factor and some others could have indistinguishable spelling to a marked merchandise. Its collection of tailored workwear and tweed jackets rivals all of them. If the Chanel emblem or name is misspelled, you understand you're coping with a fake. 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