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Best Perfumes for Winter | Branded Perfumes Online | Youvora
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Top 10 Best Women's Perfumes for Winter 2022
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Paying attention to the clothes that we wear and the accessories that complement them is a necessity for creating an elegant and fashionable look that cannot be resisted, but what about your smell? Giving your body a good smell is not less important than the clothes and the accessories that you wear as all of … ... Discover More @ https://www.topteny.com/top-10-perfumes-for-fall-winter-2015/
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And to All A Good Night - (Premium) Sugary and gently-spiced holiday cookies fresh from the oven and drizzled with caramel, creamy egg nog spiked with coffee liqueur and sprinkled with a dash of nutmeg and cardamom, & the smooth, pale, aged wood of a well-loved rolling pin. Autumn Morning: Warm mug of hot chocolate, bowl of slightly spiced oatmeal, bouquet of carnations, and a cozy blanket on your lap. Drunken Jack: Oak barrels, spiced whiskey, pumpkin, and vanilla sugar. Embrace: A kindly kitchen witch who invites you in from the cold, feeds you pumpkin shortbread with butter, apricot preserves, and brown sugar & then sends you safely on your way. The Phantom Room: Cherry tobacco, honeyed almonds, red currants, cocoa butter, & vanilla balsam. When What to My Wondering Eyes: Peppermint candy stick swirled into a rich dark chocolate mocha, jazzed up with a festive splash of Irish cream.
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coquette-club · 28 days
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A Guide to Classic Coquette
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The look that started it all; Classic Coquette (also known as vintage americana) is what you should think of when you think the word "coquette".
Originally known under the name "nymphet" during its peak on 2014-2017 tumblr--also known as the "og era", the look was greatly inspired by the 1997 adaptation of Lolita, with its 1940s influence mixed with 2010s tumblr girl/indie fashion such as American Apparel and took lots of influence from Lana Del Rey's Born To Die/Paradise era with its inspo from Black American fashion, Chicana fashion and old hollywood looks.
Color Palette
Pure americana: red, white and blue. But those aren't the only colors you can enjoy! Pinks and yellows and peach (for a 2k14 throwback) also make up a lot of the accent colors in this look.
Patterns and Details
Gingham is the #1 pattern you think of when it comes to classic coquette and for good reason; it encapsulates that joyful, never ending summer vibe. But you can also go for polka dots, florals (especially rose) and bow prints. And fruit prints like cherries, strawberries and even lemons are also super cute.
Details like scalloped hems, lacey edges and smocked fabrics are also popular.
For the 1940s vibe look for nautical/sailor style outfits.
Tops
Halter tops, tube tops, bardot tops are the way to go. They're flirt, cute and look great on everyone. Flannels and button up shirts are also good for a more laid back look. For the traditional tomboyish flare, graphic tees are great, even if it is a baby tee fit.
You can also wear polo shirts and henley shirts for school or more professional settings
Tops normally go with matching sets you can get off peilieeshop or etsy these are similar or exact replicas of what dolores wears in the 97 film!
Bottoms
Tiered ruffle skirts, denim skirts/shorts and sailor shorts are perfect. Keep shorts high waisted or mid waist for the best silhouette and look for pleated skirts (especially the AA/LA apparel tennis skirts)
Also make sure to have multiple pairs of good denim jeans, not skinny jeans but regular straight legs.
Hosiery
White bobby socks and ruffle socks are the best for every day. but thigh high socks are also good options if you want to add some flare.
For winter, look for red or white tights.
Dresses & Rompers
Sundresses in the aforementioned patterns are of course the most common, but you can also find vintage style dresses like Dolores' on modcloth or etsy! And of course you cannot forget rompers. You can get them however you like but sailor style rompers or light blue ones in general are the most common.
It's also good to have a pair of overalls, just makes sure they are a loose fit. They can be jeans, shorts or even overall dresses.
Shoes
Sneakers!!! Converse are the most popular in red or white but i recommend the Skechers Roadies as well they're super comfy and cute.
Saddle shoes are also the most popular shoe for this look, as they are versatile and work with both casual and dressy outfits. Mary Janes are another good choice.
Outerwear
Cardigans will be the most popular, but denim jackets and flannel shirts are a great addition for that traditional tomboyish edge.
Makeup
The iconic red lip is a must. It can be glossy, satin, or matte, but a red lip is the most important part of the classic coquette makeup look. It can be intimidating so just play around until you can find the perfect shade and finish.
Blushy cheeks are also important, reds, oranges, and pinks are the most popular but go for a shade that matches your natural blush tone for that perfect flushed "ive been outside all day" look.
Long fluttery lashes can be achieved with mascara or lashes but go for something that emphasizes how wide your eyes are or gives that illusion.
Doe eyes are also achieved using brown or black liner just to rim the upper lash line with no wing, but pin up style wings are also perfect.
Fragrances
Fruity, girly and sweet are the way to go. Look for scents with notes of cherry, strawberry, vanilla, raspberry, and honey, or light florals like daisy, lily of the valley and soft roses.
I recommend Lolita Lempicka Sweet, Marc Jacobs Honey, Daisy Dream, & Dot, Victoria Secret Bombshell, Dolce Rose, Kate Spade Walk on Air, Nina Ricci Nina
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luveline · 1 year
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𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 | 𝐣𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫
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Finding out you're a princess isn't half as intimidating as suddenly acquiring a full-time bodyguard. Especially when that bodyguard is disarmingly handsome, charming, and can't seem to stop flirting with you.
bodyguard!james, fem!reader, shy!reader, princess diaries au (sort of), all characters in their 20s or older, star-crossed lovers/ forbidden romance james isn't flirty this chapter i lied but he will be <3
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Sirius Black smells like winter. The deep and fruity fragrance of cranberries, pomegranate, maybe cinnamon. You aren't certain, and if he weren't currently an inch from your face, you'd ask him what it is. 
"You poor thing," he murmurs, dabbing very, very gently against the bruised skin of your cheek.
"It's not–" You hiss at sudden pressure. He immediately recedes. "It's not so bad." 
"I've half a mind to rag him around and take up the mantle myself." 
"I'd love to see that," Remus says.  
"I'd look good in the uniform, right?" 
James doesn't look happy at their joking but he's been nothing less than a grovelling puppy since last night, and he breaks his silence to say, "You don't have to wear any make-up if it's going to hurt." 
"Uh, yes she does. Imagine the headlines otherwise: Lost Princess Bruised Under the Imbecilic Watch of New Bodyguard," Sirius announces, sharing a not-so-private smile with Remus across the coffee table. 
"It doesn't hurt," you say to James. 
You're lying. Being smacked in the face with a door isn't just embarrassing, it really fucking hurts. James' biceps aren't for show, that's for sure. He'd swung open the door and you, having tripped seconds beforehand over the cord of your lamp, had been at the perfect height for it to bounce off the highest point of your cheek. 
"Princess," he says now, as he'd said last night, "I'm so sorry." 
You think of his hands under your arms pulling you up into a standing position, and the way he'd tilted your head back. The barking order he'd given Frank to grab something to use as an ice pack, and the warmth of the pad of his thumb as it stroked the soft line of your jaw. 
"It was a freak accident." You smile, careful not to push up your cheeks lest you invite another round of shooting pains. "Please don't feel bad. It's my fault for being up in the first place, I– I couldn't sleep." 
"If you want anything for it, let me know," Remus says. 
"He's got, like, his own personal pain pharmacy," Sirius says. "You should take him up on it. I beg him everytime we fly for some of the strong stuff and he always says no, this is a once in a lifetime opportunity." 
"Let's not start on the co-codamols," James says. 
"I have ibuprofen," Remus placates. 
"I don't need anything, I promise." 
Some ibuprofen would be awesome but you really don't want James to feel guilty. You want to forget it even happened, embarrassed by both your idiocy and your tears. 
Getting hit in the face by a metal door handle hurts. Your reaction had been justified, but crying all over your handsome bodyguards nice hands hadn't been something you'd pictured doing. Not 12 hours after meeting him.
"You want me to do your lips?" Sirius asks. 
"How do you mean?" 
Sirius pulls a metal palette of lip colours out of his small make up bag and shows them to you. He circles two with a disposable brush. "These would suit you. I wasn't sure about your complexion. Now I know, I'll get you more options when we're back in Genovia." 
"Oh, um…" You shake your head at him apologetically. "I don't know. You should do what you think is best." 
He puts the palette away. "You don't need anything you're unsure of. You don't need any makeup at all, my love, it only enhances what's already there." 
"Ten minutes," James says. "Princess, are you sure this is everything you want to take?" 
He taps your suitcase with the side of his shoe. You nod. 
"You can bring whatever you want. All of your things, if you like." He gestures to your bedroom. "Though we can get you anything you need, and we will, you're welcome to pack everything." 
"In a day, you'll know I'm not your princess. Less stuff to carry," you say. 
"You're so sure," Remus says. 
He speaks quietly but not timidly, laid back in your chair with an air of relaxation you wish you could master. He has a small mass market paperback tucked into one pocket of his jacket, the yellowed pages peeking over the hem, and his hand stuffed into the other. His pose doesn't speak of any arrogance. He looks happy to be here, and it puts you at ease. 
"Do I look like a princess?" you ask. You don't mean to put anyone on the spot —you aren't fishing for compliments— so you steamroll your own question. "I just find it strange. Surely I'd know. I would've known before, I mean." 
"Like a princess beacon?" Sirius asks. 
"No, but… I don't know. I think I'd feel it." 
Remus straightens a touch, grinning. "You look like him. The Prince. You have the same nose." 
Remus stands up before you can ask him to explain. James offers to take his bag and he shrugs away from his big hand with an annoyed huff. 
To your surprise, James only smiles, cooing after him, "You know you love me, Moons." 
"Well," Sirius says, zipping his bag closed and clasping his hands on top of it. "You can always have your things sent for once we're home." 
Home for them. 
Truthfully, deep down, you want to be a princess. Something in you is singing, is ringing, a string plucked, a tuner reverberating. Finally, something is happening. Your life could be more than mistakes. 
You're not used to having people around and this entire process has been hard. Getting hit in the face had sucked. But, to have company? This single hour has been one of the best you've had in a really long time. Sirius is sweeter than you'd thought, sarcastic but kind-handed, and Remus' dry humour has caught you off guard enough to laugh aloud multiple times. Even James' grovelling niceties have been shamefully enjoyable. You can't remember the last time you had someone around who wanted to comfort you.
And that's exactly why you're afraid to admit what seems true. You can't be the Princess, because if you are, you get to have this for a little while longer, and that would be too good to be true. 
Much, much too good. 
"Alright, let's go. Sirius, you have the keys?" 
Sirius swings his bag into James’ arms. “Am I driving?”
“What a stupid question.”
Another member of James’ security team meets you at your front door to help carry the bags downstairs and into the back of the SUV. James won’t allow you to help and getting inside while they’re still packing the boot feels spoiled, so you stand at the corner and feel too many eyes on you. James stands beside you, one hand hovering behind your shoulders to shield you, ridiculously, from the hedge behind, the other held aloft in level with his mouth, fingers curled around a small radio you’ve seen clipped to his shoulder. He’s enunciating clear, short instructions. He doesn’t sound as severe as you’d pictured someone in his occupation would sound. 
“What’s traffic like?” he asks. The answer buzzes down the line, inaudible to you but obviously understood by James. “Alright, brilliant. We should be on schedule, then. Is the third team on call?”
You can make the next answer out. “Yep, they’re waiting. You want them at the front?”
“Please. I want everyone we have, ideally.”
“Isn’t that overkill?” Sirius shouts from the passenger seat of the car, bent over the handbrake to be heard. “All three teams? That’s twelve men. None of my sources hint at any leaks.”
“I’m being over cautious.” James smiles at you, so suddenly you smile back on instinct. “Security on call get paid either way. Might as well make them work for it.”
He ushers you into the back seat, a cushy leather bench fit for three people. It’s rented, but Sirius is quick to pop a section behind his chair for you to show you the drinks fridge. 
“Oh,” you breathe, legs lit and cooled by the light and the chilled air, “cool.”
“You’ll want to drink one before James assesses that they’re poisoned.”
You wince back. “Are they poisoned?”
“Probably not, my love.”
Sirius is a mixture of flirtatious and genuine that you can’t wrap your head around. He’s awfully handsome, too, which makes it worse: he’s tanned, his curls shine, and he has the most perfect Roman nose you’ve ever seen. He’s almost as handsome as James. 
“Let me be very clear,” he says gently, turned in his seat to face you, “I’m not an intelligence agent. I don’t know nearly as much as darling Jamie about security, but I have a lot of friends in high places and, as far as I’m aware, nobody outside of the British or Genovian government knows what we’re doing here. And nobody has reason to hurt you just yet.” He grins. “It’s James’ job to be paranoid, but that’s all it is.” 
You waver, and his cheerful smile fades. 
He lowers his voice, tone sympathetic. “I can always try one first if you’re worried.”
The driver’s door opens and James climbs in. “Try what?” he asks. He moves through a routine quickly of safety checks like a learning driver would. He rolls up the open window and turns in his seat, gaze flitting between you and Sirius suspiciously. “Everything okay?”
“I think the Princess is a little anxious about leaving the country,” Sirius says. 
“Yeah?” James asks, eyes back to the windshield. He turns the key, and the car warms to life with a low roar. 
“A little.” You nudge the fridge closed with your foot. 
“What was that?” James asks. “Is that a fridge? Do me a favour, don’t drink any of that. I'll get you whatever you want at the airport.”
“She can’t have a bottle of water from the fancy jeep but airport drinks are fine?” Sirius laughs. 
“Spike one fridge’s worth or the entire supply chain?” James asks. 
“What if this assassin is inefficient?”
“Assassin?” you ask. 
James glares at Sirius. "There are no assassins, Princess. He's being ridiculous." He looks to you with a smile. "You have everything?" 
Your expression, a sickly grimace, has him giving pause. All fake smiles and dramatics fall away, and in its place is the genuineness you'd been met with last night. 
"Hypothetically," he says, "there are assassins. In reality, there absolutely are not. You're not in any danger, alright? Sirius is the master of badly timed jokes." 
"Okay," you say meekly. 
James nods and you buckle in, sitting back in the comfiest car seat you've ever sat in and turning your face to the window. You look up at your flat building, and as the car starts to move, it shrinks. You drive further and further away, until you turn a corner, and your life is out of view. 
James is worried about you. As an acquaintance, he's starting to think you're a worrying person. There isn't a whole lot of spark behind your eyes — you rival Remus for number of tired smiles. 
He wonders why you hadn't packed any of your art supplies. Your room is teeming with them. Even if you're correct and you aren't the Genovian princess after all, there's still a day or more before they can actually confirm that, and factoring in travel time, you won't be home for at least a week. A week without your sketchbooks and paints and pencils. 
As your bodyguard, as a bodyguard, James has always taken concern in his charge's overall health, mental and physical. You don't seem ill, but you do seem unhappy. 
"Are you afraid of flying?" he asks, hoping that will explain your distance. 
He stands less than half a foot from you. He'll allow you some more space just as soon as you're not in an airport. 
"I'm not sure," you say. 
Another peculiarity, you're a pathological liar. 
Okay, that's unfair. You aren't pathological — James is an excellent judge of character, as his job requires, and he's gotten good at profiling a person's motivations. Your motivation is to become the smallest version of yourself that you can be. Any possible imposition is set aside, such as your refusal of painkillers when your cheek can't not hurt. You refuse to inconvenience others. 
"Is there something I can do? To help you feel better?" 
You smile awkwardly. "Is that your job?" you ask, voice lilting upward with self-consciousness. 
"Kind of. You know, as soon as your paternity test is recognised, you could ask for just about anything. An assistant, as many assistants and attendants as you want. Your security will most certainly increase, especially when the Palace makes a statement." 
He notes your widening eyes and backtracks. "It's not really my job, but I wouldn't mind. If you think of anything, let me know." 
You hide your hands in the pockets of your hoodie. You're dressed as he advised, comfortably and nondescript. 
"Do you need anything from me?" you ask. 
He hides his surprise, eyes doing another lap of the semi-private waiting room he's ushered you into. He takes in business men, officials, and diplomats for the tenth time in half an hour. 
"I don't need anything from you, Princess. Thank you." 
"I don't want to make your job any harder than it is." 
"You haven't." 
"That's not true," you murmur, bruised cheek  toward the floor and away from view. 
"That was my fault," James says. "Not yours." 
He can feel the heat of your tears running down his index finger. 
"That was my mistake," he reaffirms. 
You don't answer, but James knows it isn't an agreeable silence. Which is fine, he isn't trying to dominate your opinion, would never assume he had the right to police what you're feeling. He wants to reassure you more than he strictly should. 
This might be harder than I thought, he thinks. 
"The flight is near enough three hours. You're sure you don't want anything to take with you? If you're worried about dietary restrictions, there's a salad bar in the Mastercard lounge. I'm sure we can get someone to make you something up." 
"I'm fine… Will you be hungry?" 
He laughs. "You really don't understand the employee employer dynamic, do you?" he asks, not unkindly. "You don't have to worry about me." 
He says it sweetly, careful to ensure you understand. He isn't telling you off. He's teasing you. 
He knows he's done a good job when you lift your head. 
"I don't think you can talk about employee employer dynamics," you say, eyes flitting downward to your cheek's bruise. 
He chuckles, eyebrows jumping up. "Oh, nice! That was a quick one. We'll make a Genovian of you yet, they're all sarcastic." 
"They? You aren't Genovian?" 
"Do I look Genovian?" he asks, gesturing to his face. You splutter. "I'm messing with you. No, I'm not originally from Genovia, but my heart is hers." 
"You've always lived there?" 
"Since I was two." 
Your expression dims. It takes James a second to connect the dots. 
"There are plenty of people living in Genovia who aren't native. Remus is Welsh, can you tell? His accent hasn't quite survived it." 
"You've met before? You all seem familiar." 
"We went to the same boarding school. Well, we actually shared a room. We-" He feels heat crest at his unprofessional phrasing. "We're best mates." 
"And you all get to be together," you say softly. 
"Yeah, we do. We're lucky. Before this, Remus was working as a royal tutor for the young elites, and Sirius was trying to micromanage Julianna. That's your cousin." 
"The Princess' cousin," you correct. 
"You brought us back together," he says. "You'll have to forgive me for hoping you are who they say you are." 
"Lily never really explained, how I- I mean, why they think it's me." 
"Well," he says, stepping closer to you still, and lowering his voice, "my assumption is that, because the Prince's passing was a freak accident, they hadn't really planned for any other successors yet."
"Well, what were they going to do? He'd pass on eventually." 
"I believe there were hopes he'd marry a Duchess." 
"And have a legitimate child." 
"Yes. You are, to the majority, a secret. The Prince would have been seventeen at the time of your conception, which is a royal scandal if I've ever heard one." 
"Seventeen?" you ask. 
"Lily didn't tell you any of this?" 
"Honestly, uh, she might have. I wasn't-" You clear your throat mildly. "Wasn't really listening? I had a pretty bad migraine at the time, and I was tired, you know?" 
"You were overwhelmed at finding out you're apprincess." 
"That I might be a princess." 
"Sure. When they told me I might be Prince of Italy, I had the same reaction." 
You wrinkle your nose at him, the most forceful thing you've done in his presence. He laughs a storm, only tamping it down when he remembers he's a  professional. 
Soon, the boys return from their airport traipsing. Remus makes a quiet comment on James' happy smile, and he pretends to zip his lips closed when they both spot Sirius' curious glances. James moves your entourage to a small aircraft, not private but almost, and you board into first class seats, two per each side of the aisle and partitioned by a sheet of frosted plexi-glass. 
You and James sit together. 
He doesn't subject you to conversation. He's technically working, and so while he relaxes into his seat and stretches out his tired legs, he doesn't cut vigilance. 
You look around in awe for some time. Eyes widened just slightly, lips parted, you sit up and sneak glances at everything you can. James knocks on the partition gently. 
"You want the fan? The heater?" 
"The fan," you say, and he supposes you do look a bit warm at the collar. "Please." 
He doesn't bother saying of course, or no worries, or no problem. He's a problem solver. If you're going to be under his watch, he's going to make it as easy on you as he can. That means letting you be thankful without shrugging it off. 
Your eyes close quickly. Your eyelashes flutter imperceptibly in the overhead fans slow breeze, and your lips part as you fall into sleep. Last night's disruption had been hard on you no doubt. He stands quietly and eases sideways down the aisle to check on Remus and Sirius inconspicuously. 
"Anything for me to read?" he asks Remus. 
Remus knows exactly what James is up to. If he appreciates or abhors the extra attention is anyone's guess, until he digs through the bag at his feet and pulls out one of his Russian philosophy novels with a smirk. "This or the newspaper." 
James takes the worn paperback with a wry look of defeat and reaches over and across to Sirius head of curls, tugging one cruelly. 
Sirius looks up, but is only irritable when he notices that it had been James, and not his seatmate. 
"What?" Sirius demands. 
"Do you need anything?" 
"No. Quit mothering. And maybe get some rest?" 
"I can't."
"You most certainly can. Swap out with Frank, or Mickey or someone." 
James swaps out with Mickey. Mickelson, please keep an eye on the entryway. Yes  boss. He returns, finding you aren't as asleep as he'd thought. You look at him through lashes. You've gone soft, in little regard for your appearance, and he's glad for it. Watching you is like watching a spring stretched tall, and now you've finally snapped into yourself and deflated. 
"You alright?" he murmurs. 
You nod, and he sits, and when he doesn't get up you fall asleep again, like you'd been waiting for him to get back. You sleep for hours, through turbulence, Sirius' roaring laughter, Remus' answering chuckles, and the flight attendant who scolds them. James wishes he could do the same, reading a mind-numbing forty pages of Russian literature densely translated and sipping on a glass of coke, the ache of an oncoming pressure headache pinching behind his eyes. 
The hubbub doesn't wake you. The plane lands, you sleep on. 
James whispers your name, quiet, speaking louder when you fail to rouse. Finally, he gives in and squeezes your shoulder. Heat radiates through the thick fabric of your hoodie. You hair is frizzy where it's rubbed against the seat behind you. 
You wake with a raspy cough. "James?" 
"We're here, Princess, in Genovia." 
"That was," —you yawn, turning to hide your face so he can't see— "fast." 
You look like you might fall asleep again. His heart does this awful little flip. He ignores it.
"It was hours. You've slept the whole time– A good thing, huh?" He bends down until you're face to face, an amicable gap between you as he squints at your bruise. He's close enough to share your breath. "Bruise is getting worse. Remus will give you painkillers, and I'm gonna get you an ice pack as soon as we're off the plane." 
He squeezes your shoulder again. "Up. Come on." 
You nod and rub your eyes, stretching in your seat. He averts his gaze and stands as tall as he can, shoulders hunched to avoid clipping his head. Remus has made no efforts to move yet and Sirius is in the aisle, pulling their bags into his arms. 
"Are you alright, Moony?" James asks. 
Remus has gone ashen. 
"He has a migraine." 
"Can you see okay?" James asks. 
Remus gets blurry, occluded vision when he gets these sudden migraines. He winces, hand over his eyes, and says, "Not really. Can I have your sunglasses?" 
"Yeah," James says, holding in the, of course you can, I'd genuinely die for you, that he wants to add. 
He slides his rucksack off of his shoulder and takes his sunglasses from the front pocket. He taps them into Remus' hand. 
"You'll have to touch up the Princess' bruise for me," Sirius says. 
James coughs. "What?" 
"It's easy–" 
"I'll take Remus," James says. 
"You can both go do your jobs, I'll be fine," Remus mutters, flinching at an invisible, biting pain. 
"No," they both deny. 
Remus doubles over. 
"All you have to do is stipple it," Sirius whispers fervently.
"Sirius, I don't know what stippling is." 
"Dots of makeup. She knows what shade we chose. Here, take my bag. There's a clean brush." 
Sirius smiles at James. Remus hasn't always let them take care of him. His disabilities have often made him the subject of disdain, pity, and misguided attention he has never, ever wanted, and he'd mistaken their friendship for lots of things at first. Nowadays, he accepts the help that he needs, help that his friend's are happy to give, and disregards their smothering overkill otherwise. That being said, Remus has always found it easier to accept help from Sirius than James. They all know it and none of them bother saying why that is aloud. 
Flying nearly but not quite privately means they can get off the plane whenever they're ready (within reason), and so James ushers you back into your seat where you'd been standing tentatively in the aisle and presents the little make up bag. He kneels in front of you. 
"I'll get the painkillers," he says, remembering his earlier promise, "Sirius is preoccupied, so. You're stuck with me on touch ups." 
"Is it bad?" 
"No. Does it feel bad?" 
Your slow response is telling. "No," you lie, "it's not that bad." You point at one of the colours through the clear case. "I think it was that one." 
"Thank you," he says, murmurs, opening the case. There's a brush tucked inside, and he picks it up clumsily. 
"Does he have a mirror?" you ask. "I can do it myself, if you want."
"If he does, he didn't give it to me. I promise not to mess you up too badly, Princess." 
James presses the brush into your chosen colour and pats. The concealer is harder than he'd thought it would be, tough under the brush. It all looks silly in his hands. 
"Lean your head back for me," he says softly. 
You tip your chin up. Your eyes close as he begins. 
He's too careful. The colour doesn't want to transfer. "Sorry," he murmurs, applying pressure. You wince but say nothing to stop him. "Tell me if it hurts too much." 
"It's only a bruise."
"You're allowed to be hurt. And you should be more angry with me." 
"It was an accident." 
"It was my mistake." He watches the bruise disappear under concealer, but the colour doesn't quite match your skin. He tries his best to blend out the edges. "A professional mistake, which means you're more than allowed to be annoyed." 
"I'm starting to think you want me to be mad," you say. You're trying not to move, and so each word is half a whisper. 
"I do. I want you to be furious. It's ten times harder to keep someone safe when they have no self-preservation." 
He gives up on the brush and uses his pinky, his cleanest finger, to smudge out the blocky colour he's left behind. Your skin is scorching under his touch. 
"So if I'm angry with you, that makes your job easier?" 
He hums. "Mh-hmm. Much easier." 
You hold your breath as he finishes up, a gentle patting motion as he was instructed. 
"How some girls do this every day," he mutters. 
"It gets easier." 
"Yeah?" He drags his pinky down your cheek without thinking. "Hopefully this is my last time. It looks fine. Maybe don't stop in direct sunlight." 
He collects all of his things and pulls the makeup bag into his chest, easing his way out into the aisle again. You follow. Everyone else has left, except for a pearly-smiled flight attendant, who's smile grows impossibly wider as they approach. 
"Everything okay today folks?" he asks. "How was your flight?" 
James offers thank-yous and guides you down the length of the plane to the exit. You're quiet from the plane to the steps, his hand ghosting your shoulder, to the tarmac, where your security entourage awaits. Including James there are eight bodyguards. Two stick close, five form a mock perimeter around you. 
"Unfortunately, you might draw attention from the protection detail alone. It's up to you, Princess, but I can hide your face." 
"Is that… dramatic?" 
"It's completely up to you. I don't think it's dramatic. Just depends on how comfortable you are with your face potentially being used somewhere." 
"Can I– Maybe I'll stay close," you say, pulling your hood up. 
"Yeah. Tell me if you're uncomfortable." 
He takes you by the elbow and you walk. There aren't any paparazzi waiting outside, and James thinks maybe the news of your arrival has escaped them, and you won't be exposed to the madness that is paps with a story like this one, until he sees Sirius and Remus waiting at the glass doors into the airport. 
"Can't we go around?" Sirius asks. 
"They have to check our passports, idiot," Remus says, with little malice. 
"You can fucking see them, mate," he says to James. 
James motions for you to stand where you are and crosses the gap to get a better look. Mickey takes his place by your side. 
"Fuck," he hisses, "what the fuck is that? Who fucking leaked?" 
"Should I be worried?" he hears you ask quietly. 
"Mickelson, give the Princess your sunglasses." 
"So yes, then," you say. 
James props open the door with his foot. "Princess, you're going first. They'll expect you in the middle. Hopefully that'll minimise what they can get." He holds out his arm. 
You slot perfectly underneath it. 
"Ready?" he asks. 
You don't look very ready. You nibble your lip and nod anyhow, tucking your face into his front. James walks you forward, into a storm of white flashes and shouting, the precipice of your new life.
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yandere-writer-momo · 5 months
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Yandere Baki Short Stories: Destiny
Yandere Hanayama Kaoru x Afab Reader
Decided to make him obsessive (and delusional) rather than a stalker
Minors DNI
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The overwhelmingly sweet scent of wisteria was heavy in the air. Hanayama Kaoru recalled it was springtime the first time they met. One many moons ago when he was just at the ripe age of eight…
Kaoru had wandered too far from his mother’s watchful eye and he had seen a young girl sitting under the wisteria. She looked like no other girl he’d seen before so he was sure she was a foreigner. The language barrier only confirmed that.
Yet that didn’t stop the two of them from becoming friends. Kaoru could recall the way her face lit up when she spotted him. Her little hands excitedly waved him over to sit beside her. And who was he to say no?
Kaoru didn’t have the slightest clue on what she babbled about, but her mannerisms drew him in. He wasn’t used to affectionate people, nor had he seen someone weave a flower crown with flowers.
The sweet fragrance of the lavender colored flowers gave him a bit of a headache but it was the thought that counted. Even back then, he wasn’t much of a talker.
Kaoru was able to catch her name being (your name) and that she was six. Her eyes filled with stars and her smile bright enough to be compared to a ray of sunshine. (Your name) was warm and sweet just like spring.
Kaoru found himself sneaking away to visit her often as the days went by. Perhaps that was when the obsession began? Was it when her small hands interlaced with his as she pointed out the various waterfowl in the pond in the park? Or was it when she rested her head on his shoulder and would occasionally doze off? Maybe it was when she tried to teach him a bit of her own language?
No… it was when his mother told him that (your name) probably had a crush on him since she was so physically affectionate. It was only logical, in his eight year old brain, that he accepted her heartfelt feelings. That once they were of age, Kaoru would marry her.
Kaoru did his best to learn some English and he taught (your name) a bit of Japanese. It was wonderful to see the progress they made to be able to speak to each other over the course of the years. And Kaoru couldn’t deny the blossoming feelings he had for her.
Kaoru couldn’t get enough of her. He wanted to spend every moment with her. It’s why he’d walk her to school and walk her home. But Kaoru never brought her to his house. He didn’t want (your name) to know he was from a yakuza family and he threatened her peers from telling her.
Kaoru even went as far as to make her promise him they’d be together forever. A promise he planned to keep until the end.
Kaoru found himself always having his hands on her in some way. Whether it was hand holding or hugging, Kaoru wanted to always be near her physically.
Kaoru bought her a stuffed bear one day. It was the start to his many courting gifts. Its cuteness could never compare to hers but Kaoru remembered the way her face lit up. The young girl eagerly compared him to a bear, which he didn’t mind. Bears were strong.
Kaoru began to gift her many gifts throughout their friendship. He loved the way her face lit up and how her eyes sparkled like stars. He swore he’d buy her beautiful things everyday. Beautiful gifts for his beautiful girl.
Kaoru adored how they’d always meet at the park, even when winter began to creep on them. (You name) never failed to show up around the same time each day.
Kaoru failed to realize that (your name)’s mother had caught onto him being a part of a crime family and she wasn’t so accepting of that. The woman would be damned if she let her little girl end up as a crime boss’s wife.
So when he found her cheeks tear stained and her eyes red, he was shocked. Kaoru ran to her side and held her face in his small hands. His thumbs wiped away the tears the best they could. Had someone upset her? He’d beat them up if they did.
Her small arms pulled him against her body in a hug so tight that he thought he’d disappear if she let go. Her body racked with sobs and small apologies spilled through her lips.
Kaoru didn’t understand at the time that she had tried to tell him she was moving away throughout the sobs, that she had to say good bye. Her mother found a new job or something along those lines.
By that time, he was twelve and she was ten. Four years of companionship gone in the blink of an eye.
It was now thirteen years ago that had passed since he saw her last. His first and only love. His spring flower. No… his spring fairy.
Kaoru never forgot her, he couldn’t. She was such a fond memory of warmth that he never wanted to let it go. No matter how hard he tried to move on, no matter how many came to his bed, they could never compare to her.
Kaoru was hopelessly in love with the remnant of the memory of his spring fairy.
Occasionally he would visit the park bench where they would sit together. It now felt like a cemetery to him since he was no longer the innocent child all those years ago. He was a crime lord now. The head of the Hanayama group.
So imagine his surprise when he saw a beautiful young woman sitting on their bench?Her appearance eerily similar to the spring fairy in his dreams. A sundress as white as freshly fallen snow on her figure. She looked like an angel…
And when she turned her head, (eye color) and obsidian met. Kaoru swore electricity shot through him. It was her… it was (your name).
He found his feet push him forward to grab her. He had to snatch her up or else he swore she’d disappear forever.
Kaoru’s strong arms pulled her body into his much larger one. She still had the sweet, floral fragrance of spring flowers but she had grown… she was lovely and soft. Dainty and desirable in every way. A being that must be protected at all cost.
He didn’t have a clue that he scared the poor girl at first. But once she caught a better look at his face, (your name) knew this man was her childhood friend.
“Kaoru?” Kaoru felt himself melt when she uttered his name. The scarred man still had a bit of a hold on her, his eyes softened at her innocent expression.
“Yes… it’s me.” Kaoru smiled at her, his body trembled a bit. Her voice was soft like a breeze, it comforted his very being. How long has it been since he had heard it? “It’s been a long time…”
Kaoru’s breath hitched when her fingers lightly touched the scars on his face. How badly he wished to kiss each of her fingertips just to make sure this wasn’t a wonderful dream.
“You’ve grown so much.” (Your name) gave him a warm smile. “How have you been?”
Kaoru felt himself relax, he felt no need to be guarded around her. “I’ve been good. I’ve missed you.”
He wished to tell her he was better now that he got to see her. That now they could get married since they were adults.
“I’ve missed you too.” (Your name)’s smile didn’t leave her face. “What’s up with the suit? Are you a business man of some sort?”
Kaoru stiffened at the question. Should he tell her to truth? No… she didn’t need to know. (Your name) didn’t know back then, she didn’t need to know now.
“Something like that.” Kaoru moved his hands to hold hers. “Can I interest you in dinner? I’d love to catch up with you.”
(Your name) smiled brightly at him. “I’d love to, Kaoru.”
Kaoru rose up from the bench and helped (your name) up. His large hand tucked hers on the crook of his arm. He was sure to walk slow so she could keep up with him. It was the gentlemanly thing to do. Kaoru only wanted the best for his lady.
This would be the start of their road to a happy marriage.
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Kaoru rested his head on (your name)’s. The two sat on a bench in their old park. His suit jacket wrapped around her shoulders to shield her from the chilly night breeze.
“My mom was really upset I came back to Japan.” (Your name) told Kaoru with a chuckle.
“And why’s that?”
“She said there was a monster here that would sink its claws into me.” (Your name) joked with a giggle. “I think she listened to to many folktale stories.”
They had lost track of time, just like they used to. It was refreshing to Kaoru.
“It’s nice to see this place hasn’t changed much.” (Your name) tilted her head up to look at Kaoru.
Kaoru wanted to tell her how he had made sure it wasn’t by being one of the biggest sponsors for the park, but he didn’t want to flaunt his wealth. (Your name) didn’t need to worry her pretty little head on how much money he had.
“I’m glad… it made it easier to find each other.”
A giggle similar to twinkling bells escaped her soft lips, her eyes filled with tenderness when she gazed at him.
“Maybe it was fate?”
Fate? No. Their reunion was destiny and Kaoru would prove it to her…
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(Your name) hummed while she sat in her desk chair in her office. A vase of ruby red roses beside her. Her older coworker, Mai, sipped on her coffe. The middle aged woman’s brow furrowed at (your name).
“What has you all chipper?” Mai asked in a presumptuous tone. “Do you have a boyfriend or something? What’s with the flowers?”
“Oh these?” (Your name) gestures to the elegant flowers. “They’re from my childhood friend.”
And that was the truth. Ever since she came back to Japan and reconnected with her childhood friend, life has been good. It was as if Kaoru and her were never apart.
She was surprised the young man still was a gift giver. Kaoru had been spoiling her since their first dinner together. Except rather than plushies and simple gifts, he bought her expensive jewels and bouquets of roses. He was still the sweetest teddy bear…
“Mhmm.” Mai rolled her eyes. “That man is clearly in love with you.”
(Your name) waved Mai off. There was no way Kaoru loved her. They were friends… right?
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Kaoru admired various rings at the jewelers. He had to find the most beautiful one for his soon to be wife.
And that’s when he saw it… the perfect ring for his perfect girl.
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“How was work?” Kaoru asked (your name) from across the table at the restaurant he brought her to. Kaoru could tell the young woman was a bit tipsy but he didn’t mind. She was more open than usual whenever she had a bit of liquid courage in her.
“It was pretty good. I’m still getting used to the lifestyle here.” (Your name) smiled at Kaoru as she ate her sushi. The young woman waited until she was done chewing to continue speaking. “My coworker told me the most absurd thing today.”
“And what was that?” Kaoru sipped on his glass of whiskey. His eye completely focused on your name). He couldn’t help but admire her. She’s truly grown into a beauty.
“That you’re in love with me-“ Kaoru choked on his whiskey, which alarmed (your name). “Are you alright?”
Kaoru gasped for another minute before he recovered. That had thrown him off completely. Was (your name) oblivious to his courting?
“(Your name)?” Kaoru asked her softly, his voice a bit hoarse. “Do you remember what we promised when we were young?”
(Your name) thought for a moment. “That we’d be together forever?”
Kaoru engulfed her hand in his much larger one, a smile on his face. “Yes.”
“I know that…” (your name) giggled, the young woman sipped on her wine. She was tethering on the thin line between drunk and sober. “I think I should stop drinking.”
Kaoru smiled at her. “I’ll have my driver drive you home safe.”
“Okay, I trust you.”
She should have looked up to see the longing in his eye. Maybe that would have saved her from what was to come…
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(Your name)’s cheeks were rosy and her head spun. She rested her head on Kaoru’s shoulder while the two of them sat in the back of his limousine.
“Are you alright?” (Your name) nodded but unconsciously snuggled closer to Kaoru’s warmth.
“Does our time end already? I was hoping for some more time with you…”
Kaoru froze, his body trembled a bit as his mind raced. Did she… did she want to spend the night?
“If you want to… you can.” Kaoru shifted his body a bit so her head now rested on his chest.
(Your name) smiled and sat up to press a quick kiss to his scarred cheek. The man went as still as ice, his obsidian eyes wide.
“You’re always the sweetest-“ Kaoru leaned down and pressed his lips against hers. His body shivered at the contact.
Kaoru could taste the wine on her breath, but he didn’t mind. His strong tongue easily wriggled past her lips and into her mouth for a dance of dominance. His hand held the back of her head while the other held her waist to keep her in place while he feasted.
(Your name) gasped when Kaoru’s hands pawed at her flesh, his kisses slowly becoming needier. She felt as if she was drowning in a bottomless ocean of Kaoru. His scent of tobacco, musk, and roses was too much for her. He was devouring her like a starving wolf.
Kaoru pulled away from her after a few more minutes of making out, a string of saliva connected their swollen lips.
“I’ve dreamed of kissing you for so long…” Kaoru whispered, his nose brushed against hers. “Let’s continue at my place okay?”
Kaoru motioned for Kizaki to take them to his place. The yakuza boss continued to press several needy kisses on (your name)’s lips.
Tonight he’d make her his woman.
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Pieces of clothing laid torn apart in ribbons from Hanayama’s hands all over the floor of Kaoru’s grand bedroom. His lips and hands eagerly explored (your name)’s body. His teeth and lips left red marks in their wake. A sign of his ownership over her.
“I want you.” Kaoru muttered into her ear, his thick member slid against her damp entrance. “And I’m going to have you.”
(Your name)’s back arched, a loud gasp spilled from her lips when Kaoru pushed into her. He was so big… bigger than any man she’s ever had.
“You’re so tight…” Kaoru hissed, the man pushing himself deeper into her warmth. His hands gripped her waist to angle her hips up towards him. It was so much better than he imagined.
(Your name) could only grasp onto his forearms to try to brace herself. He was stretching her to her limit. Tears gathered in her eyes while whimpers bubbled from her chest.
Kaoru shushed her, his hips slowly rocked into hers. “It’s going to feel really good soon. Bear with me.”
And it did. (Your name) melted into Kaoru while he hit spots she didn’t even know she had. The bulging of her stomach was lightly pushed on by his hands and it sent her into oblivion.
Kaoru smirked at her reactions, her gasps and moans only egged him on. His hands didn’t leave her hips as he drilled into her. He was sure she’d be sore tomorrow, but Kaoru felt the desire to permanently etch himself into her in a way she’d never forget.
“It feels so good… It feels good, Kaoru.”
“Who do you belong to?”
“You!” Kaoru mesmerized her teary face when her eyes met his. Her eyes didn’t leave his, a cry left her lips, “I’m yours!”
Moans soon turned to loud screams of his name. Pure music to his ears while he mercilessly pounded her into his mattress.
Kaoru didn’t stop, even when she came once, now twice. Her finger nails scratched open small crescent wounds on his arms but it did little to deter him. She was his. She was finally his.
Kaoru felt his orgasm finally approach, the man buried himself to the hilt in her. Her body went slack when something hot and heavy exploded within her. Her insides painted white from Kaoru. A permanent reminder now within her.
Kaoru kissed her cheeks and face as he pulled out. His eyes softened at her limp form. Perhaps he had went a little too far… he’d make it up to her in the morning with breakfast and a bath.
But for now, he’d lay beside her. The man reached into his bedside drawer to pull out a little black box.
Kaoru took her left hand in his and slipped the ring on her ring finger while she slept. His eyes softened at her. There… now everything was perfect.
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(Your name) woke up with a start in the morning, her eyes widen at the unfamiliar room she was in. Where was she… where were her clothes?!
(Your name) wrapped the blankets around herself, a soreness consumed her. Oh god… what happened?
Kaoru entered the room. A soft smile on his face.
“Good morning. Are you feeling okay?”
“Kaoru… where are my clothes?” (Your name) softly asked him, Kaoru frowned.
“Don’t you remember? We made love last night.” Kaoru whispered, his hand held her cheek in his. His thumb rubs her cheek.
Kaoru and her slept together? Oh no… this complicated things. She should probably leave.”
“I should probably get around and head to work-“ (your name) went to move her legs but she could barely feel them. Kaoru takes her hands in his and that’s when she notices the dazzling ring on her finger.
“You don’t have to worry about work anymore. I called your job to tell them you won’t be returning.” Kaoru smiled at her. Why did he say that with such confidence? Like it was the logical response?
“W-what do you mean-“
“You’re going to be my wife. You won’t need to work anymore.” Kaoru replied softly. He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to her head. “Just like you were always meant to be…”
(Your name) froze when Kaoru pulled the sheets off her a bit.
“If you don’t remember last night, I can always show you what happened.” Kaoru chuckled. “What do you say?”
She should have listened to her mother and never came back to Japan…
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heavenlylie · 3 months
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how you lost the girl - part 2
pairing: jenna ortega x fem!reader
summary: Jenna's unexpected return forces you to reflect on the choices that led to the events of the past.
warnings: this is sad..
word count: 2.2k
a/n: i wasn’t going to make a part two but here we are! i wanted that angst to be resolved but i got carried away again so...
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The alarm buzzes, but you don't stir. Your heart aches for her warmth. Your eyes remain closed, mind clouded by dreams of Jenna's soft skin and the sound of her laughter.
Three weeks had passed since the day you last laid eyes on the brown-eyed brunette. Her sudden reappearance in your life reignited old feelings within you, making you question yourself and all of the decisions that led to this moment.
The morning sun streams through the window, casting long shadows across the empty room, it's eerily quiet without Jenna's presence. The air is stale and heavy, clinging to the walls like a shroud that refuses to be shaken off. The sheets are cold where she used to lay, the side of the bed that she had claimed, still holding onto the heat from her body.
The closet door creaks as it opens and closes, revealing the neat row of sweatpants and shirts that once were pressed against Jenna's curves. The room feels cavernous without her. If only she hadn’t showed up, you were doing just fine without her. Why'd she have to just show up at your door after all this time?
You dressed slowly, each movement deliberate and calculated, as if you were walking through water, trying so hard not to think of her. You pour yourself a bowl of cereal, the milk swirling softly as you stir it into the bowl, but there's no joy in the simple act. The spoon clinks against the ceramic as you eat, each bite tasting like ashes in your mouth.
You look out the window, but all you see is the blue sky and the trees with orange leaves - a reminder that winter is approaching, and Jenna isn't there to share it with you. The day drags on as you go about your routine, each task feeling hollow and meaningless.
The weight of Jenna's absence hangs heavy in every corner of your existence. The once vibrant colours that adorned your life have now faded to muted shades as if the world itself mourns her absence. Each passing moment only intensifies the ache within you, the longing for her touch consuming your every thought.
In an attempt to distract yourself from the overwhelming emptiness, you decide to take a walk through the park. The crunch of fallen leaves beneath your feet echoes in the silence, a haunting symphony that mirrors the broken rhythm of your heart. As you wander aimlessly along the winding path, memories of Jenna flood your mind.
You remember how she used to laugh, her melodic voice weaving through the air like magic. Every joke was accompanied by a playful twinkle in her eyes, and the sound of her laughter was enough to make your soul soar. But now, even the echoes of her laughter feel distant and unattainable.
Lost in your reverie, you find yourself standing before the place where you had your first date with Jenna. The wooden slats of the bench have weathered over time, but the memories of that day remain vivid in your mind.
You can still feel the nervous excitement that coursed through your veins as you sat down beside her, unsure of what the future held for the two of you.
A bittersweet smile tugs at the corners of your lips as you take a seat on the bench. You close your eyes, allowing yourself to be transported back to that moment. The scent of freshly cut grass mixed with the subtle fragrance of Jenna's perfume fills your nostrils. The warmth of her hand in yours sends a tingle up your spine, igniting a fire within you that still burns, despite her absence.
"I didn't know what was your favourite fruit," Jenna said, pulling out a big Tupperware with a variety of fruits. "So I just brought a fruit salad." She said with an awkward chuckle, scared of your reaction to her extreme efforts to give you the best first date experience.
Things might’ve gotten a bit out of hand; the picnic at sunset in a secluded area of the national park, the different types of food just in case you had an allergy, small pillows to make sure you were comfortable, fairy lights on the bench behind you and across the blanked she had placed on the grass.
You couldn't help but smile at Jenna's gesture, feeling a surge of warmth filling the void within you. Her thoughtfulness and attention to detail were part of what drew you to her in the first place. As you picked up a piece of fruit from the Tupperware, you marvelled at the explosion of flavours in your mouth - a perfect blend of sweetness and tartness.
"I love it," you replied, your voice filled with sincerity. "You didn't have to go through all this trouble, but I'm glad you did."
Jenna's eyes sparkled with joy as she leaned closer, her lips brushing against your cheek in a gentle kiss. The softness of her touch sent shivers down your spine, reigniting the fire within you that had been dampened by her absence.
As the sun began to set behind the mountains, casting a warm orange glow over the park, you and Jenna sat in comfortable silence. The chatter of birds and rustling of leaves provided a soothing soundtrack to your thoughts.
"I wanted to make this day special," Jenna whispered, her voice laced with vulnerability. And she had succeeded. From the thoughtful picnic to the stunning view of the sunset, everything about this day was perfect.
You turned towards Jenna and took her hand in yours, interlacing your fingers with hers. "It's more than special," you said, sincerity dripping from your words.
Jenna's smile widened as she leaned in for a kiss. But just as your lips were about to meet, a loud noise shattered the peaceful atmosphere. You both pulled away, startled by the sudden disturbance.
"What was that?" you asked, scanning your surroundings for any signs of danger.
"It sounded like fireworks," Jenna said, pointing towards the sky where colourful sparks were now lighting up the darkening sky.
"Fireworks?" you echoed in confusion.
Jenna grinned mischievously. "I may have arranged for a surprise fireworks show," she admitted sheepishly.
Despite yourself, a laugh escaped your lips. "You really went all out for this date."
Jenna shrugged nonchalantly. "I just wanted it to be perfect for you."
As you watched the dazzling display before you, you couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by Jenna's thoughtfulness and love for you. At that moment, surrounded by nature and with Jenna by your side, you realized that this was where you belonged – with her.
The last firework faded into darkness and there was nothing left but the sound of crickets chirping in the distance. You turned back to Jenna and cupped her face in your hands before leaning in for a soft kiss.
"This has been an amazing day," you said as you pulled away. Jenna smiled, her eyes shining with affection. "I'm glad you think so," she replied, her voice filled with warmth. "But I have a feeling that this is just the beginning of something even more incredible."
The words hung in the air, heavy with possibility. You gazed into Jenna's eyes, seeing a future filled with love and adventure. 
The emptiness that had haunted you earlier was now replaced with hope and anticipation.
"I think you're right," you said, your voice steady with conviction. "I'm excited to find out what the future holds for us."
Jenna leaned in closer, her breath mingling with yours as she whispered, "Me too."
In that moment, time seemed to stand still. The world around you faded away as your lips met in a kiss that spoke volumes. It was a kiss filled with promises and dreams, sealing the bond between you and Jenna.
With an exhale, you open your eyes and gaze out at the park. Children laugh and play on the playground, their innocent joy serving as a stark contrast to the heaviness in your heart. You watch as couples walk hand in hand along the path, their love radiating from them like a warm embrace. A pang of longing shoots through you, a reminder of what you once had with Jenna.
It has been months since that perfect first date in the park. Months since Jenna brought light and laughter back into your life. But circumstances beyond your control forced you to part ways, leaving only memories and unspoken promises behind.
As you sit on the weathered bench, the weight of Jenna's absence becomes unbearable once again. The once vibrant colours of the park seem dull and lifeless.
You find yourself wondering if you made the right decision and if letting go of Jenna was truly for the best. The taste of regret lingers in your mouth like bitter medicine, seeping into every crevice of your being. You can't help but question if you will ever find happiness again.
"That is the most stupid Halloween costume I've ever seen!" You said laughing at Jenna's costume as she twirled around in her makeshift ghost attire. She had draped a white sheet over herself, cutting out two eye holes and a crooked mouth that seemed to dance with mischief.
Jenna's laughter mingled with yours, filling the air with joy. "I thought it would be fun to go as a classic ghost, you know, for old times' sake," she said, her voice muffled by the sheet. "Plus, it's easy to put together."
You couldn't help but feel a surge of warmth in your chest as you watched her playfully float around the room. Despite the heaviness in your heart, Jenna had always been able to bring a smile to your face. It was as if her presence alone had the power to chase away the shadows that lingered within you.
As the night grew darker and eerie jack-o-lanterns flickered in the distance, you and Jenna ventured out into the neighbourhood, hand in hand. The air was crisp with a hint of autumn, carrying the scent of fallen leaves and the promise of Halloween mischief. Children ran from house to house, their laughter echoing through the streets as they collected candy in their baskets.
Jenna's excitement was contagious, her eyes sparkling with childlike wonder. She would skip ahead every now and then, her ghostly sheet billowing behind her as she approached each house. You couldn't help but smile at her infectious enthusiasm.
As you walked together, memories flooded your mind - memories of past Halloweens, carving pumpkins and getting lost in corn mazes. Halloween had always been your favourite holiday, and Jenna knew just how to make it even more magical.
You stopped in front of a house decorated with cobwebs and fake spiders, a cauldron of candy sitting on the front porch. Jenna turned to you with a mischievous smile hidden beneath her ghostly disguise. "Trick or treat?" she asked, her voice filled with love.
You chuckled and nudged her playfully. "Come on, Jenna. You're not fooling anyone with that ghost costume." Jenna's eyes widened in mock surprise as she slowly closed the space between you two. "Oh no, my secret identity has been revealed!" she exclaimed, feigning distress but with a loving look on her face.
You couldn't help but be captivated by Jenna's playful spirit. The way she embraced the whimsy and magic of Halloween, reminded you of all the reasons why you fell in love with her in the first place. At that moment, standing under the dim glow of the porch light, you felt an overwhelming surge of nostalgia mixed with a renewed sense of hope.
You reached out, your fingers gently pulling back the sheet that concealed Jenna's face. Her eyes sparkled with mischief and love, and you couldn't resist leaning in to capture her lips in a tender kiss. It was a kiss filled with shared memories and unspoken promises - a reminder that even though time had passed, your connection was still strong.
As you pulled away, Jenna's ghost costume slipping off her shoulders, you were struck by how beautiful she looked in that moment - vulnerable yet radiant. "I think I love you," you whispered, your voice brimming with emotion.
Jenna's eyes widened in surprise, her lips parting slightly as she took in your words. A soft smile tugged at the corners of her mouth, and the air between you seemed to crackle with an electric intensity.
"I think I love you too," she murmured, her voice barely audible against the cacophony of laughter and whispers echoing through the night. Her confession hung between you, delicate and shimmering like a spider's web spun with moonlight.
In that instant, all doubt and uncertainty melted away. The weight of regret that had plagued you vanished, replaced by a sense of purpose and determination. You knew deep down that this moment was a turning point.
That was last year, Halloween was just around the corner again and you knew it wouldn't be the same without her. The memories of that magical night with Jenna still haunted your thoughts, and the ache in your heart grew stronger with each passing day.
The thought of Halloween without her by your side was absolutely soul-crushing. You had tried to move on, to fill the void left by Jenna's absence, but no one could compare to her. She was the light in your life, the one who made every moment feel like an adventure.
As the days grew colder and the leaves turned shades of orange and gold, you found yourself wandering through the streets, feeling lost without Jenna's hand in yours. The world seemed to carry on around you, oblivious to the emptiness that consumed your heart.
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sweetbuckybarnes · 1 year
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Bucky Has a Girlfriend?
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Summary: Sam is surprised to find out that Bucky has a girlfriend.
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Sam was surprised when, after a mission, Bucky was instantly on his phone (on FaceTime!) talking to a girl. What surprised him more was the pet names that started leaving both of their mouths.
Had the former Winter Soldier managed to somehow find himself a girlfriend before Sam?!
Sam stood to the side watching Bucky hang up his phone as he let out a heavy sigh, glazed away into the distance for a second before blinking repeatedly and looking at Sam.
Bucky looked at Sam expectantly. Waiting for him to say whatever if floating around in his head.
"You have a girlfriend?" Sam asks, as Yelena (Natasha's adoptive younger 'sister', the White Widow) walked over to them.
"What's going on with Cap, dedushka?" Yelena asked. She had a habit of called Bucky dedushka (grandfather in Russian), the more she called him this, the more he would get frustrated and tell her off.
"He's just found out about Y/N," he states.
From the simple sentence, Sam knew Yelena already knew about this so-called Y/N.
"You know about her?" Sam questioned.
This spawned a look from Yelena. "I'm the one who introduced them," she replies, crossing her arms. "How's her new job going?"
Bucky smiled. Yelena knew this smile, it's the one that brightened his face whenever Y/N was mentioned.
"She loves it," Bucky tells the White Widow he used to train alongside Natasha. "She's always telling me about this new bed set or that new fragrance thing. But, her face just lights up."
Sam looks at Bucky as he continued to talk about his girlfriend. It was obvious Bucky was smitten.
"Did I just miss her?" Yelena asked, nosing to where Bucky had just slipped his phone into one of his many pockets - half of which are filled with bullets and knives.
Bucky nodded. "She's on her break," he tells her. He was then prodded by Yelena, as the White Widow demanded Bucky's girlfriend be called again. Yelena almost turned into a toddler as she nearly hung off Bucky's metal arm to get him to facetime his girlfriend again.
But she didn't really need to beg, as Bucky's phone started ringing again.
It was his girl.
"I know I was going to ring later, but you have to see what just came in on the delivery!" She exclaims once he pressed the green button - before he could even greet her.
She held up a shaped cushion. A penguin shaped cushion. The penguin had a yellow scarf and yellow earmuffs.
Her face came back into the frame, side-by-side with the penguin. "His name's Percy!"
"He's very cute, doll," Bucky replies, his laughter being joined by Yelena's as Y/N shook the stuffed penguin in her hand as if to prove a point about how cute said Percy the Penguin was.
"Y/N!" A voice called off camera. Her manager.
Bucky knew you had to go. "I'll talk to you later, doll. As promised."
She nodded, accepting this as she blew him a kiss and hung up the facetime.
"She didn't see me," Yelena said, sounding very resigned in this fact.
"She saw you," Bucky replied. "She was called back to work. She's unpacking a delivery. It was the start of all the Christmas stuff."
At the shear mention of the 9-letter C word, Yelena lit up. Compared to the last Christmas she spent hunting down Clint Barton. She hoped this year would be different. "Can we go spend Christmas with her?" She asked.
Bucky turned his head to Sam. "All depends on Captain America," he says.
"I want to meet this mystery girl Bucky's been hiding away," Sam said.
"She's not been a mystery. I knew about her!" Yelena said, almost stopping her feet on the floor like a child.
"I'll mention it tonight," Bucky says.
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As he promised, he asked his girl if it would alright if the new Captain America, Yelena and himself could come over for Christmas.
She was nearly bouncing off the walls at this idea. Having one of her best friends, her boyfriend and her boyfriend's friend (Friend? Is that what they were? She didn't know) at her flat for Christmas.
She told Bucky he was more than welcome to come see her whenever he wanted (Bucky threatened he would never be leaving her place, which his girl giggled over but never said no to).
How she would use him to help with the Christmas tree, and give Yelena a proper Christmas.
A proper English Christmas.
"I'll have to get a turkey, and a piece of ham. Sam likes ham, right?" Which Bucky nodded at. "Mam's taught me how to make Yorkshire Puddings from scratch and Roast Potatoes. I'll have to get Christmas Crackers."
She continued to ramble as she quickly shuffles around the house, trying to get a piece of paper and a pen. Bucky smiled and silent chuckled to himself as he watched her flit around like a little hummingbird.
"Why didn't you tell me about this earlier? Do you know how quickly turkeys disappear from the freezers? Or Christmas Crackers?"
Bucky knew she wasn't truly angry, just frustrated with how little time she's has left.
"Doll, when we get over there. I promise, I'll make it up to you," he swears. And Bucky always kept his promises.
"You're carving the turkey. And the chicken. And the ham!"
Bucky's face scrunched up. "Why do you need three cuts of meat for Christmas Dinner?" He asks.
"Grandma always had three types of meat at Christmas Dinner. Granted there was more of us when we ate at theirs, but still, three piece of meat will last me ages!"
Bucky couldn't help but laugh at her slightly. He knew his girl better than anyone. She'd make it last.
"I'll see you in a few days," she smiles.
"I'm counting down the days."
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It was 3 days before Christmas when Sam, Yelena and Bucky landed in England. They were containing some levels of excitement.
Sam was finally getting to meet this 'mystery girlfriend' Bucky had hidden away, and somehow Yelena knew her.
Yelena was finally getting to see her friend after too long spent apart.
Bucky was finally going to see his girl. He was going to spend their first proper Christmas together. Last year's Christmas was spent apart, with Bucky with Sam in Louisiana, and Y/N in England with her new niece.
But once they landed, they headed through the airport through to baggage claim to the arrivals.
"Y/N!" Yelena exclaimed, dropping her overnight bag for either Sam or Bucky to collect, and running over to her friend.
"This is going to be all week, isn't it?" Sam asked, watching as Yelena wrapped a young woman tightly in a hug.
Bucky sighed, not really knowing how to answer it. He picked up Yelena's bag and headed over to where the White Widow was.
When they got to the pair, they were animatedly chatting, not really paying attention to what was going on around them.
"Doll, maybe we should get out of the airport," Bucky mentioned. He was lucky she didn't tackle him there and then. But she nodded and they headed out of the airport and towards her car.
As they walked to the car park, Bucky took her hand in his (once it was freed from Yelena's luggage). "You must be Bucky's girlfriend then," Sam said.
"I don't know if I 'must me', but I guess so," she jokes, reaching into her pocket for her car keys.
"Shotgun!" Sam called, once the car was unlocked. He reached for the right-hand side door, opening in, climbing in. Only to be met with the steering wheel.
"Welcome to England, we drive on the correct side of the road. Now get out of my seat, put your bag in the boot, and get in the back. Bucky's in the passenger seat," Y/N tells him.
When Sam got out of the car, he saw that both Bucky and Yelena had put their luggage in the back of car, and were getting in.
Sam muttered to himself about how Bucky had to fall for a English chick, before shutting his mouth, putting his bag in the back, shutting the door. And climbing in. Behind Bucky.
Once they were all buckled in, Y/N started the car, and made her way out. One hand currently driving as the other dealt with her Sat-Nav, to take them back to her flat.
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Sam watched as the country side rolled past, music played from the cars speakers, as Bucky's hand came to rest nearly on the back of his girlfriend's neck.
The pulled up to a block of flats, as Y/N seemed to take a particular spot, pulled the break and turned the car off.
"Right, come on. I've got the turkey to cook by the end of the day," she said, opening her door and climbing out. Bucky followed, then Yelena and Sam from the back.
"Why are you cooking the turkey now? Christmas isn't for another 3 days," Yelena asked, as Y/N used her set of keys to open the main door.
She made sure the door was closed behind them before speaking. "Because it's easier to cook it now, get Bucky to carve it and then just warm it up Christmas morning.
Using her keys, she unlocked the door - and the group of four where in her flat. There was tinsel, a Christmas countdown, her advent calendar nearly finished, and a half completed Christmas Tree.
"Are we decorating the tree?" Yelena asked, as the door was closed behind them.
"After you've sorted out you're belongings," she replied, only to watch Yelena run off her spare bedroom.
Bucky dropped his suitcase to the side of the sofa and wrapped his arms around her waist. "You have no idea now much I've missed you," he tells her.
"I think I have some idea," she replies, pressing a kiss to his stubble covered cheek, then turning to look at Sam. "You're sharing with Yelena."
Before Sam could protest, Yelena ran back into the living room, and grabbed the box Y/N had left on the table which contained all the Christmas decorations over the years since she moved out.
"Can we decorate the tree now?" Yelena asked.
"You two go put your belongings in your respective rooms, then we can decorate the tree," Y/N said, and watched as her boyfriend and Captain America were pushed to the rooms to dump their belongs in their rooms.
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Y/N scrunched the tinfoil up around the turkey once Yelena, Sam and Bucky had finished decorating the tree hours ago, and had just finished the Muppets A Christmas Carol.
Bucky smiled to himself as Sam and Yelena argued who was more of a Scrooge, Ebenezer Scrooge or James Buchanan Barnes.
Walking away from them, he headed over the where his girl was turning off the oven after taking off her oven gloves.
"Is it done?" He asked, with his arms wrapped around her waist and his chin rested on her shoulder. Bucky started to sway them.
"Yeah, I'll give it some time to cool down before getting you to carve it," she replied, laughing when Bucky once again nuzzled his face into the crook of her neck.
Unbeknownst to them, Sam and Yelena wandered over to the kitchen to see what was going on. Seeing the couple blissfully happy, slowly dancing around the the kitchen, after Bucky had spun her around.
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simpracha · 1 year
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quiet promises (s.mg)
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pairing: song mingi x black, gn!reader
wc: 800 (exactly ikr)
warnings: none, just soft. slight cursing and one sexual innuendo.
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Mingi’s broad, naked back faced you from where he stood. You couldn't see his face as he mulled around the kitchen, attention on the burning stove. His long fingers were whisking around something in a huge pot as he hummed to himself. Savory fragrance filled the air and warmed the entire room. You recognized the music playing over his phone’s speakers to be one of your favorite RnB artists you introduced him to the night before. That kind of thing made you smile as you walked over to him.
The morning was still rising, warm sunlight slowly flooded the kitchen and rested on your lover. The shade of skin shone in the light, cresting on the growing tan he was finally letting peak through on his work break. Your head rested on his back, slowly breathing in his scent and his warmth.
“Did you sleep well?” Mingi didn’t turn around, not wanting to disturb you. He was sweet when he wanted to be. Soft when he felt like being kind. Relaxing mornings like these were the best. Beautiful days when you got him all to yourself for once.
Days crested and turned into many, some long and excruciating, and at the end of them all, he was still yours to end and begin with.
“As well as I can with a human furnace next to me,” You mumbled into his back, wrapping your arms around his waist as you felt his smooth chuckle. 
“Is that why your cold feet were running up my calves at 2am?”
“Leave my cold feet alone!”
“Not my fault you freeze colder than a Siberian winter,” you felt Mingi’s shrug and groaned, “You’re almost as cold as Shoto.”
“Shoto?”
“Todoroki.”
“You’re a fucking dork.”
“No cursing this early!”
“Literally, kiss my fucking ass, Mingi.”
You regretted it as soon as you said it since it led to Mingi’s giggling, “I did enough of that last night, don’t you think? Or should I kiss your great ass a little more?”
“Cringy,” you looked around his body to try to peer into the pot, but he blocked you, broad shoulders blocking your view, “What are you making?”
“Surprise.”
“Don’t play with my food, Song. What are you making?”
“Be patient!”
“I’m starving and yo ass is talking about a fucking surprise?”
“Cursing this early!”
“Whatever!”
Mingi sighed and put the spoon down before turning to face you. His morning face and sleepy eyes could heal a billion planets. Peace restored in your eyes after looking at his puffy, cute face and pouty lips that looked at you like you kicked him. His glasses were even on, it was way too early for contacts. And in days like this, he preferred not to wear them, spending the entire day in your arms. His hair was a mess of color, puddled over his head and curling cutely. 
Mingi was the most beautiful thing in the world. And he was all yours.
“My love. My darling. My beauty. My dear,” Mingi grabbed your waist, pulling you so that you were chest to chest and looking deeply into each other’s eyes. A deep lake, dazzling and filled with love, awaited you. He pressed a quick kiss to your nose, soft and fluttering, before leaning back, “It’s 8 am. Please find a chill.”
You smiled softly as you thought about it, “Maybe a kiss can chill me?”
You puckered your lips, waiting for a peck, and Mingi giggled softly before kissing your lips. Deep and fully yours. Passion exchanged through your lips as the kiss traveled the boundary of a simple kiss to tongues darting out of mouths and soft sighs passing each other's lips. If it wasn’t for a loud popping bubble from the pot behind you two, you would have happily spent some time connected on the kitchen counter.
“Fuck,” Mingi darted back to the stove, leaving your lips cold and waist feeling empty.
You groaned, “No cursing this early.”
Mingi leveled you with a look before he pointed at the living room. You giggled before walking there, but not before feeling a large hand hitting your ass.
Breakfast was spent spinning jokes back and forth and watching an anime that Mingi was way too invested in these days. A bowl of a soup you never had between you, and some of the best rice ever. You made coffee for the both of you and bundled yourself in blankets. Your bodies blended together, not knowing where one began and the other ended. It was sweet and calming and a life you wanted forever. As the day faded to night and the both of you realized you hardly moved once, a giggle left Mingi’s lips before he wrapped around you tighter. 
A quiet promise to never let go.
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alittleposhtoad · 8 months
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a winter's night with you
Price x f!reader - a handsome stranger au Synopsis: Price steals away to find some much needed respite with you. Or, Just some smut that was cut from the epilogue, although I think it works as a standalone. Things to note: 18+ MDNI, piv sex, fluff, established relationship Wordcount: 1.4k a/n: I'm insecure about writing smut but I've been trying it out as writing practice so I figured I'd give it a shot and post it here. Writing it in second person is WEIRD to me, I have no idea why. Anyways Ive been in the hospital for the past few days (for a family member, not me! Everything's more or less ok now), and I passed time by writing this on my phone so please excuse poor editing.
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“I’ve a travel kit in my duffel bag,” John calls out. 
You rifle through it, wrinkling your nose at the sorry state of his toiletries. Everything has its place, nice and orderly, but it certainly looks like it’s traveled the world. You grab what looks to be clean clothes, a threadbare undershirt and joggers, and set it on the back of the couch.
On previous snoops through the cabin, you remember seeing something nicer hidden away in the cabinets and closets.
Jackpot.
Here we go. In the last cubby, there's a fresh bar of soap, wrapped in paper.
“Nah, I found something that actually smells good.”
The bath wasn’t built with someone of John’s stature in mind. Still, he sits in the hot water, unable to fully submerge, and too tired to do anything but lounge in it as best he can. The temperature is near scalding to your touch. Perfection, according to him. The only way relief reaches through to weary and knotted muscles.
Sitting on the bath’s edge, you gently push him forward, and he shudders while you lather soap down his back. Smells like lilacs. Not exactly his fragrance, but surely better than anything in his kit.  
As you rinse his back, he hooks an arm over your thigh, letting his hand dangle between your legs. Almost on reflex, your hand moves to his scalp, nails scraping idly through his hair. Your fingers comb through his beard and his head falls to your leg, pressing his face into the soft edge of your thigh. His other hand clutches his knee, bracing against his own desires.
“Do you need me-” You start softly.
“I need sleep, sweetheart.” His voice is hoarse and muffled against your leg. “I’m sorry.”
You brush his hair back and press a kiss to his forehead. “Shh. If this is it, it’s more than I thought I’d get.”
"Doesn't seem fair."
You kiss him again. "It's fair enough."
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It wasn't quite morning yet, but dim light saturated the room with a grey tint. Not quite night either. 
John had fallen asleep the moment he reached the bed, fastly glued to your side the entire night, curled around your body like a pillow. 
"You're awake." He murmurs into the back of your neck.
"Mmhm." Is all you manage. 
He hums in return and a broad hand finds its way across your body to rest against your hip. Lacking sleepwear, you had stripped down to undergarments and the jersey knit shirt you wore under your cardigan. Didn’t need anything else while sleeping next to a human furnace. Fingers slip beneath the waistband to massage gentle circles into your skin. You roll back into him, wrapped up in a dreamy cocoon of comfort. Right now, the world was secondary. It was you and him. Everything else blurs behind a cloud of indulgent languor. 
Desire ripples through you, you crave his touch, you need him now. The sudden rush leaves you greedy and bolder with your wants. You guide him with a gentle touch, nails trailing down his arm until your fingers interlace with his. Pushing him lower until he takes over, fingers dipping into your already wet folds. With the first touch, you jolt. The second touch is deeper, the warm pad of his finger pressing your clit, caressing thousands of nerve endings until you're trembling under him.
"John."
He pulls the word from you like a plea, and you're briefly consumed with the bittersweetness of circumstance. It was almost crueler for him to be here now, knowing he’d be leaving soon.
What a thing to be in his arms every night.
With a rough tug, he rips your underwear down so it's tangled around your knees, and you kick it the rest of the way off. Your name is whispered into your shoulder as he slides a free arm beneath your neck, cradling your head in the crook of his elbow, turning you on your back. The man looms over as he resumes his attention, now able to cover your gasping mouth with his. Thick fingers tease you before sliding inside, preparing and stretching. No guessing, no probing, no awkward exploration. John knew where to touch, where to lick, to kiss. Your body scorches under each stroke and curl of his steady hand. 
Air leaves you in punchy sobs, and tears prick at the corner of your eyes. It was the relief of it all. The comfort of someone knowing what you want without a word exchanged. His fingers curl deep inside and a sharp grunt knocks through him as you clench around his fingers, fluttering around a practiced touch. You tense, your body chasing relief up away from the mattress and into his hands, arching into him. The pressure snaps. Strangled moans fill the quiet winter early morning and you lose control of your limbs. Your right leg falls wide against the bed, your whole body now jelly. Undone.
“Maybe it’s good,” your laugh is airy, a little chagrined after losing yourself so soon. “That you’re gone so often. Not sure I’d survive. Otherwise.” You say between heaving breaths. You'd play this over and over during lonely nights to come.
John chuckles and eases back, smothering your exposed neck with kiss after kiss as you shiver against him. The wet glide of his fingers vanish, leaving you empty and wanting.
“C’mon.” You whisper, hooking your fingers into the waistband of his joggers, pulling them past his hip. 
“I’m good-” You press a hand across his hard length, immediately silencing him. 
“None of this.” You mutter, sleep still roughening your voice. Ridiculous self sacrificing nonsense, you scoff. Have your pleasure. “I need you.” We both need this.
After your rebuke, he wastes no time undressing. In the dim light, he shifts over you, pushing your knees apart before settling between them. Doesn’t take much prompting for you to guide him in. Despite his preparation, the stretch leaves you gasping. Fingers tremble as they slide across his broad back. Under your palms you feel his muscles ripple, his limbs shake as he eases into you. It’s a glacial pace, and he continues the gentle slide until hilting with a contented sigh. 
“Christ, I’ve missed you.” His head dips low to leave a smiling kiss on your lips, and he’s still as he waits for your body to adjust, waiting for your sign.
“Think about me often?” You give your hips a cheeky roll and wrap your legs around him, squeezing his hips between them.
“Every day,” He twitches and you clench around him, bearing down, and it’s a near involuntary reaction.  His voice twists into a noisy exhale. “And every night. Fucking hell love, you’re going to end me.”
He thrusts into you. “Both of us goners, then? Bit embarrassing for us.”
Good humour rolls slowly into needy desire and you grasp onto him under the quickening snap of his hips, shivering with the steady drag of his cock.
Early morning light grows steadily brighter, letting you see the relief he's chasing ripple across his face.
Finally he reaches down to your clit, thumbing it with desperate sloppiness. John, the word rips from throat in a shattering cry. His pace stutters and with one deep thrust, he's spilling inside you, groaning your name.
Minutes pass, and his body shakes between your limbs. There’s a moment of concern before laughter cuts through your brief worry.
"What?" You ask, with a curious smile. 
"No." He emphatically shakes his head.
"C'mon, tell me."
"No, it's-"
You pinch the soft layer of his tummy in retaliation.
He hums and closes his eyes. "Might've let it slip I met a librarian."
"Oh?"
“May’ve had discussions.” 
You could guess what about, considering his reaction.
“Yeah?” You prop yourself up on your elbows. “Bunch of bored soldiers, I’m going to guess it was a purely respectful conversation?” You're smiling, but the idea of being talked about, even in the abstract, has you burning all the way to the tips of your ears. “Let me guess, they wanted to know if I was some prudish hag, or sex-crazed introvert? Those are the stereotypes we get, right?”
He sobers for a second. “Nothing so crude, the lads wouldn’t dare.”
“Not in front of you, at least.”
“Hmm.”
The idea of men sitting around some desolate warzone, discussing their captain’s librarian sweetheart (you, of all people!), has you dissolving into a fit of embarrassed giggles. He cracks a small smile and lets you pull him into a giddy embrace. 
“No, please - tell me their thoughts on your librarian.”
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secret a/n: Thanks to that one anon for asking about the series and also @deadbranch for patiently dealing with rambling chats about insecurities (love you, and sorry😂), oh and also @50cal-fullauto your enthusiastic comments on my writing practice attempts made me feel like I could fight the gods, probably wouldn't have posted this otherwise lmaooooo
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maopll · 10 months
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Could I request Cyno, Al-Haitham, Ayato and Childe with an s/o that loves making them flower bouquets?
— FLOWERS BY YOUR SIDE : #genshin impact !
⌗:, a/n: its the horsemen of the apocalypse. I love the above characters <3
⌗:, pairings: cyno, alhaitham, ayato & childe w/ gn!reader
⌗:, warning: tooth rottening fluff
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— CYNO
The winter has passed and spring embraced Sumeru anew. With spring comes good weather and of course, a beautiful floral landscape. The people of sumeru also celebrate many spring festivals so the whole city has a sweet fragrance all together. The city was bustling as always but you were comfortable leaning against your lover and watching the dusk birds fly across the dreamy landscape.
He had closed his eyes as the winds blew past his handsome features. You were making a wreath out of sumeru roses since it matches his colour scheme well. You planned to carry it out in secrecy but nothing escapes the general's eyes. "love what is that?" you were almost close, so so close to victory yet he woke up. You forcibly kissed him to caught him off guard and placed the crown on his head. He was puzzled. This daring act of affection barely ever came from you and not only did it made cyno's face flush hot but he enjoyed it a bit too much.
The mahamatra absolutely weak under your gaze which spells 'I won!' as you scrutinise him with the purple flowers adorning his fluffy white hair. He looked beautiful...ethereal even.
"Love you do know you can just ask. wait do that again. the– the kiss"
Oh how sweet victory tastes.
— ALHAITHAM
The pressure of filling the papers and doing his duties as the grand sage never ended, but he has to make some time for you, right? After you cutely persuaded your boyfriend to stay with you he has to listen to your whims now. So here he was not so regretting his decision as you removed the bunch of papers from his hand and kept it under s tree.
The smell of the coming of spring and fresh flowers in bloom filled his noses, and the gentle sway of the wind lulled him to sleep. Seeing as your boyfriend is already deep into slumber, you picked up the padisarahs and made a wreath out of it, carefully placing it on his head. you collected other assortment of flowers and tried your best to make a bouquet of them.
How ethereal he looked under the floral effects..such moments when your lover is peacefully sleeping are hard yo come by so propping your kamera up you took a picture. One to remind you of the sweet memories you shared with your true love.
— AYATO KAMISATO
Komore teahouse was the only rendezvous which you and ayato could use to meet up in private without anyone knowing. His identity is one that cannot be tainted so before you two can indulge in your official announcement as lovers. These interactions behind walls were sufficient enough for you.
Spring embraced Inazuma once again, and Thoma collected fleshly picked flowers from the market. The teahouse was filled with sweet fragrance. "The flowers are especially nice today." With you, his formal personality slips away, and he seems much friendlier to approach.
While he took a sip of the tea and chatted with you, he also intensively looked at your handiwork. The wreath of flowers from the ones thoma bought that day. Besides making them, you also prepared a flower arrangement in a vase. He chuckled and said "dearest who are these for?" "for the loveliest person in teyvat. " "Oh? then they must be quite lucky to have attracted the eyes of such a beauty as yourself"
"mhm, they are." Just after finishing your sentence, you were done with the wreath made of camellias you propped it up on Ayato's head. "dove suddenly?"
"oh I was making that for you from the beginning. don't remove it! it looks beautiful on you."
— CHILDE
His love language to you is in the form of gifts and precious materials. His long-term absence due to his fatui job has been extremely tiring especially when he wakes up to a cold side every morning remembering about your body snuggling against his and the warmth of the bedroom.
Snezhnaya is always covered under snow and you have been living with Childe for a long time. Naturally you craved the view of a forest and a warm climate. So here you were with you lover in Liyue among the ocean view of Yaoguang Shoal.
A sunset view and a soft breeze as you traversed across the sands with a bouquet of qingxin. You presented the bouquet to him and sat on a rock. "babe did you make these for me?". Your gifts were a form of weakness to him. Although they may not be as expensive as his gifts but the time and love you put to make each one of them always has him weak in the heart. "these are for you. thank you for bringing me here love". He pulled you close and laid his head of your shoulder. The view of the orange sun and the dazzling sea that he gets to enjoy with his beautiful lover. What more could a person whose life had always been shrouded with darkness and crimes could ask for?
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femmefatalevibe · 10 months
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Hi! Do you have an easy peasy guide to skincare and hygiene for depressed dummies? 😃
Hi love! Sharing a high-level, basic skincare routine and hygiene tips to follow:
Morning Skincare:
Gentle facial cleanser & water
Vitamin C serum + hyaluronic acid
Facial moisturizer
Sunscreen designed for your face (at least SPF 50 – I think that this La Roche Posay SPF 60 choice is the best option for the money)
Apply sunscreen to your hands, neck, and any parts that will be exposed to the sun (Don't forget to use an SPF lip balm, too!)
Nighttime Skincare:
Remove any makeup (I love these Simple makeup wipes!)
Gentle cleanser
Toner/serums (only use AHAs like glycolic acid or lactic acid and retinol/retinoids at night, using them during the day can increase chances of sunburning)
Facial moisturizer (can be heavier than the one you use during the day, especially in the winter or if you have dry skin)
Spot treatments (if needed)
Eye cream
Skincare Extras:
Exfoliate your face 2-3 times/week (I love the First Aid Beauty Radiance Pads but the CeraVe Renewing Salicylic Acid Cleanser is a great drugstore option!)
Always use disposable cloths instead of a regular towel on your face to reduce bacteria, breakouts, or infections (I love the Clean Skin Club ones!)
Exfoliate your body 2-3 times a week using a dry brush or a scrub (I love the CeraVe Salicylic Acid Body Cleanser, but my favorite is the OUAI Sugar Scrub) and follow it up with a hydrating body moisturizer
Always exfoliate and moisturize before shaving, waxing, or other body hair removal treatments (look up the timeframes for the type of hair removal you choose)
Scrub under your nails daily with antibacterial soap & water and a nail brush
Vaseline is a versatile staple item that can be used as an affordable alternative to an eye cream, cuticle oil, lip balm, or hand cream, and can be used to treat any dry, cracked, or rough patches on the skin
Use a hand lotion and moisturizer on your feet with socks every night before bed
Aloe vera and coconut oil are great skincare staples to keep on hand to soothe burns, irritation, or inflamed skin
Haircare Tips:
Shampoo your skull, condition the rest: Focus shampoo on your roots and work it through your scalp; concentrate conditioner on the ends and work your way up until you reach the base of your skull - around your upper ear lobe
Always comb, never brush, your hair when wet: Gently use a wide-tooth comb, from root to tip, on wet hair to prevent breakage
Use a special towel to dry your hair: My favorite is from Crown Affair (pricey for what it is but worthwhile in the long-term), but a Turbie Twist from the drugstore works infinitely better than a regular towel that weighs down and causes frizzy, damaged hair
Always use a heat protection spray before blow drying or straightening/curling your hair: (Briogeo and Oribe products are my love for all haircare products, including their blowdry creams – also love R +Co. for a heat protection styling mist)
Choose your hair ties wisely: Use seamless or silk hair ties exclusively to prevent breakage or awkward creases on your hair. Wear a silk scrunchie if you prefer. These hair ties from Amazon are my holy grail (only $7 for 100 hair ties!), and they come in a portable ziplock bag
Use dryer sheets to minimize hair frizz and water or Vaseline to slick back fly-aways
Other Hygiene Tips:
Brush teeth, floss, & skincare (2x/day); Get a water pick, too, if you can!
Use a toothbrush cover at all times; Close the toilet seat before flushing
Wash your body towels at least once a week
Wash your pillowcases weekly and sheets at least once every 2 weeks
Throw out and replace your mascara every 2-3 months
Change your underwear and socks daily or more after sweating/working out
For those who menstruate, change your pad or tampon every 3-4 hours
Vulva owners: Use a fragrance-free soap on the outside, only water to clean the inside – no fancy wipes or douching. Wipe front to back!
Wear cotton underwear whenever possible; Find a fabric that breathes
Have a similar buttocks cleansing routine that you do for your face to prevent embarrassing zits or acne
Don't shave between waxes; Use tweezers if necessary a few days after your hair removal treatment
Always wash your hands before touching your face
Hope this helps xx
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slavicafire · 6 months
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inspired by my most beloved friend maurycy, this fall - and winter - I will be stubbornly enjoying myself as much as I can, romanticising the season to the best of my ability, cold-hater that I am. instead of mourning summer all the time and withering throughout the months it is gone, I will enjoy autumn and winter. even if it kills me. which it won't. but I will enjoy it. I must.
I have a lot of wonderful perfume samples that are fall and winter fragrances - ones I would usually avoid but ones I am now really excited to use, and I think they'll help a lot. food, too, and walks and sweaters and whatnot.
I made coffee with cinnamon today, too, and didn't screech at the rain outside like a feral kitten left out of the litter.
well done me!
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labellefleur-sauvage · 6 months
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After obtaining an alluring perfume from a local vendor, Cassian and Nesta find themselves under a strange spell and unable to control their lust for each other.
(A sex pollen fic inspired by and for an SJM Kink Meme prompt and for Nessian Week 2023)
Happy Nessian Week! This smutty one shot is for @nessianweek Day 7 (Free day). Thank you so much to the organizers for running an amazing event!
This fic was inspired by an @sjmkinkmeme prompt on their spreadsheet for a Nessian sex pollen prompt. I've been wanting to do a sex pollen fic for a while and this prompt was the perfect inspiration!
Rating: Very Explicit. Please see the AO3 link for tags/warnings.
Word Count: 7K
Read on A03
Cassian adjusts his clothing and looks himself over in the mirror, feeling oddly nervous. He has no reason to be, the sensible voice in his head tells him. Nesta is his mate, and loves every gift, big and small, he’s gotten her in the past few months since they were mated.
But he still doesn’t have the best record with Winter Solstice gifts for Nesta, so he thinks the nerves are justified.
He glances over at the intricate perfume bottle on his nightstand. Nesta had never really shown a liking or affinity to fragrances. Cassian thinks her own scent—iron, smoke, and sheer willpower—is already perfect and there’s no reason to try to cover it up with anything else.
The old fae female hawking her wares in the Palace of Thread and Jewels was persuasive, though. Like a familiar friend was coaxing him along, Cassian walked up to the fae’s stall. Grinning slyly, like she had been expecting him, the half-concealed female took one look at him and thrust an ornate glass bottle with a mesmerizing, swirling liquid inside into his hands.
“For your true love,” she said in a whisper, eyes bright. “Guaranteed to make them wild with love.”
Nesta didn’t need that—they had spent the past month showing each other how wild with love they both were with each other after they had accepted the mating bond. Cassian took a slight whiff of the bottle. The perfume had an indescribable scent, like nothing he’d ever smelled before, and just that small sniff lay heavy in his nostrils. It was cloying and thick and heady and Cassian needed more, and before he knew it, he laid a finger on the top to spray an even more generous spritz—
“None of that, now.” The old fae’s worn hands darted out and grabbed the enchanting scent from his hands. Cassian shook his head, unsure of what had just come over him. “Save it for when you’re alone with your true love. It’ll be much more…appreciated then.”
Cassian didn’t remember tossing the money for the perfume to the woman, nor did he remember taking the perfume in its elegant box home and storing it away for a special occasion. And what could be more special than the annual Winter Solstice celebration with his family at Rhys’s house.
He grins and adjusts his vest. It’s little Nyx’s first Solstice, and Feyre’s birthday as well. His friend and High Lord seems to understand the importance of this year’s festivities, based on the extra energy and smiles he had been throwing around all week.
Satisfied with his appearance, Cassian takes the perfume from the desk and steals one last smell. Like before, the intoxicating aroma lingers in his nose and travels throughout his body, despite the fact that he hasn’t even sprayed any on himself. He had almost forgotten the perfume entirely before a niggling thought in the back of his mind reminded him of his purchase. He’ll spray some on Nesta soon, though, and the thought has his cock twitching in his trousers.
Cassian hustles out of their room. If Nesta isn’t in their room getting ready, there’s only one place she could be. Throwing open the doors of the library, Cassian stares at the vision that is his mate.
Nesta reclines on a reading couch, looking as elegant and proud as a queen surrounded by her adoring people. Fitting, Cassian thinks wryly: her beloved books are her subjects, and he is her loyal supplicant and advisor. Nesta’s hair is up in a simple braided bun, a few wisps of hair framing her long face. Her dress is a floor length smoky blue silk dress, with a deep ‘V’ that shows off her breasts and an equally deep leg slit that displays nearly the entire length of her strong, shapely legs. Just a glimpse of her smooth skin and muscles makes Cassian wish, just for a moment, that they didn’t have to go anywhere tonight, that he could spend the evening peeling Nesta’s dress off, trailing his lips along her petal soft skin higher and higher and higher—
“If you keep looking at me like that, we’ll never make it to Feyre’s.”
Cassian grins at his imperious mate, at her cocked eyebrow and knowing smirk. “You’re definitely making me double-think our family tradition, dressed like that.”
Nesta stands up—Cassian has to stifle a moan at the glimpse of flesh that’s revealed along Nesta’s leg and hip when she stands—and walks over to him, her heels thudding against the carpeted floor of the library. “Shouldn’t the sight of me dressed like this make you lose all thoughts and ideas from that gorgeous head of yours?”
He grins down at Nesta and places a soft kiss against her lips. “Of course, mate. How right you are.”
“And don’t forget it.”
Cassian chuckles. “You really do look amazing, Nes.”
His mate smiles fondly up at him and lays a hand on his shoulder, and not for the first time when it concerns his mate, Cassian forgets how to breath. “And you don’t look half bad yourself.”
“Do I look better than you?”
Nesta snorts and runs her hands down his jacket, straightening it out. “You know the answer to that. What’s this?”
“Oh!” Somehow, in the span of two minutes, Cassian had already forgotten the perfume. Digging in his suit jacket, he pulls out the delicate glass bottle. “I was in the market earlier and found this perfume. I know you don’t typically wear anything but it reminded me of you.”
Nesta smiles up at him. “That’s so sweet.”
“And the woman selling it said it would make my true love wild with passion, or something.”
“Yes, because we don’t regularly show each other how passionate we are for each other, hm?” Nesta asks sarcastically with a roll of her eyes. 
“Exactly. I know I’m already perfect—“
“Who told you that?”
“—but I figured another gift for my beautiful mate couldn't go amiss. Want me to spray you?”
Nesta takes the swirling perfume from his hand and takes a few steps back. “You can sometimes be a little heavy-handed with your cologne. I’ll spray it myself.”
“I do not spray that much cologne.”
Nesta inspects the bottle and the contents within. “Oh, yes you do. I shouldn’t be able to smell the Illryian mountains after you’ve been back for half a day and have bathed.” She opens the cap and takes a small sniff from the bottle. Immediately, Nesta’s gray eyes dilate and Cassian swears he hears her heart rate increase. “Oh!”
“Right? That was my reaction too.”
“It smells… I can’t describe it. Like pure sex.”
Cassian chokes on his breath because fuck, if that isn’t the perfect description. “I didn’t think—“
Without another word, Nesta douses herself with the perfume, along her arms, torso and the hollow of her throat. A beat passes, then Cassian watches, entranced, as his mate seems to transform before his eyes: her eyes close and she body shudders then relaxes, her heart beats even faster, Cassian swears he hears Nesta whimper, and the all too familiar scent of Nesta’s arousal slams into him like a fist to his face. 
“Nes—“
“Oh Cassian,” Nesta coos in a sultry voice he has never heard before. Her eyes are half lidded as she prowls towards him with an easy, confident stride. “Let's leave the thinking to me from now on.”
“Fuck Nesta.” Cassian isn’t sure if it’s the perfume or Nesta’s arousal he’s smelling, but his cock is hard in his pants and twitching against his leg.
“Yes, exactly, fuck me,” Nesta growls. Suddenly Nesta is in front of him and grabbing his jacket to bring him down to her and she’s kissing him, all fierce tongue and teeth and lips. Her hands roam over his torso and the back of head cementing him to her as she continues kissing him like her life depends on it.
Cassian grips his mate’s heaving shoulders and pushes her away from him, the scents of her arousal and the perfume making him dizzy. “Nesta, what’s gotten into you?”
“Hopefully your giant cock soon.”
“Nes,” Cassian growls, in equal parts frustration and arousal. 
“I need you,” Nesta pants, squirming in his grip. “I don’t know what—what’s happening but I need you right now, or, or…”
“Or what?” Cassian breathes through his mouth, trying to keep a level head through Nesta’s sudden madness.
“I feel like I’m burning everywhere, and I need you! In me, fucking me! Please!”
Cassian takes a moment to observe his mate. Her cheeks are flush and her breath is leaving her open mouth in great gasps. Nesta’s gray eyes look blurry—whether that’s from whatever madness has suddenly overcome her or the sudden tears gathering in the corners of her wide eyes, he isn’t sure. “This makes no sense,” he grits out. “You’re not well. You need a healer.”
“No!” With a speed that leave even him blindsided, Nesta sprays the perfume in his face and along his body, encasing him in a shroud of the tantalizing vapor. 
Cassian coughs and bats his hands through the mist. “Fuck, Nesta…” The perfume burns his throat and mouth as it travels down into his stomach then branches out into his body and permeates his skin and organs and bones, hotter and hotter. It’s as if something within him is changing, the shock of the perfume altering his very essence, turning him into a beast with only one thought, mine, mine, claim her—
And then, everything is quiet and calm. He blinks. Why is Cassian so concerned about Nesta? She’s fine, just as he is, and currently rubbing her body against his like a cat in heat. Nesta needs to be fucked, and Cassian needs to fuck her, right now—why was he fighting her earlier?
“You feel it too,” Nesta croons, softly cradling his jaw. Her eyes are huge and glazed, and Cassian can see his own dilated eyes in her reflection. “The burning, the need… you feel it too. I can see it.”
The inferno that raged through his body earlier has faded, and the heat is now simmering just below his skin. His ears are ringing, the sound getting louder and louder, and his skin feels itchy, but then Nesta grips his jaw to force him to look at her, and nothing else matters but the delectable female in front of him, a fire sparking within her eyes that he hasn’t seen since she gave up her powers.
“I need you. Now.”
Cassian doesn’t wait. Grabbing her dress, he tears it off her lithe body and is rewarded with a moan and a fresh gush of desire from his mate. He growls as Nesta claws off his clothes and he’s bare and stiff and proud before his wife. 
Nesta looks him up and down, a corner of her mouth tilted up. Her hand leisurely strokes his aching length. “Lay down on the ground so I can fuck you.”
Cassian growls. The urge, the hunger, within him demands to be sated, now, and the quickest way to do that is if Cassian gives them what they both need and bends her over the nearest piece of furniture to give his female the pounding of a lifetime. He opens his mouth to say as such when Nesta beats him to it.
“Get down on the damned floor right now before I go find some other way to get off,” Nesta snarls up at him, shoving his chest.
“You were just begging for my cock a moment ago, sweetheart,” Cassian crows back, a cruel grin on his mouth. The hunger he feels for Nesta is intense, but arguing with her temporarily sates that overwhelming desire. “You’re in no state to make demands of me.”
Nesta bares her teeth then ducks down. Before Cassian can track her, she kicks her leg out and sweeps his legs out from under him. He hits the floor hard and he feels a shot of pride for Nesta—his fierce Valkyrie has come so far—before every thought flees his mind as Nesta faces away from him and lowers herself over his lap. Cassian groans. From here, he has an amazing view of Nesta’s pert ass and strong legs as she she squats over him, as she grips his cock and angles it up, as she notches the thick head of his length at her tight entrance. She’s so wet, he can feel her juices already rolling down his straining shaft. 
He shifts below her. The aching desire has come back in full force and he needs relief, needs Nesta, now. Cassian’s hands dig into the plush rug beneath them. “Gods, Nesta, move.”
Nesta glances behind her to look at Cassian, an eyebrow cocked. Her body is already shining with sweat and she’s breathing hard, but he’s never seen a more beautiful and divine being in his life.
“You’re in no state to make demands of me,” she parrots back at him. But Nesta is a generous god; she slams onto his cock, taking him to the hilt in one and bringing them both instant relief. They groan in unison. Normally, Cassian has to take his time easing into her tight cunt, to make sure he doesn’t hurt her. 
Nesta doesn’t need any niceties tonight. She bounces on his cock, her strong legs moving her up and down, up and down, his cock. Cassian hears her panting softly above him as she braces a hand on his leg for leverage. Her other hand disappears between her legs—he feels her fingers occasionally grazing his shaft—and after only a few seconds, Nesta comes. Her walls squeeze his length and she softly moans as she comes down from her high.
Cassian looks on through bleary eyes. Nesta never comes that quickly or easily, preferring to gradually build towards a release with him. But that doesn’t matter, he decides. He’s warm and buzzing and jealous that Nesta has come already and he hasn’t. The burning beast within him rears its head again, and this time, it won’t stop until it’s satisfied.
“Are you only interested in getting yourself off?”
Without wasting a beat, Nesta shifts herself so she’s on her knees above him, still facing his legs, and leisurely rocks back and forth over his cock. Cassian bites his lip. From this angle, he has a perfect view of his thick cock splitting her glistening pink lips open, her folds spread obscenely around him. 
“You’ll come when I decide you can come,” she replies loftily, not deigning to look back at him and still taking her time and rocking above him. 
Cassian is done playing. Gripping her hips, he thrusts up into Nesta’s tight heat as she lowers herself onto him. She gasps and her cunt tightens around his length. 
From there, it’s a hot, sweaty battle for dominance between the two of them. They’re each racing for the same goal, he realizes, but Cassian refuses to lay back and let Nesta fully dictate when they finish. His hands are a brand on her hips and ass as he moves her up and down his throbbing length, and Nesta keeps riding him, going faster and faster and harder, her legs shaking with the effort. His cock is soaked with her juices, the sound of their flesh meeting wet. 
They’re both breathing hard. Nesta whines, a soft, keening noise from the back of her throat, and Cassian knows she’s close, that they’re both in the final leg of the race towards release. He’s burning from within and he needs to come, more than he’s ever needed anything in his life, and he needs Nesta to come with him. Blindly reaching between her legs, Cassian swipes a few fumbling fingers through the top of her folds. 
Nesta’s orgasm triggers his. As she moans his name, Cassian thrusts into her one final time and come inside her with a roar that shakes the windows. He’s coming, and coming, and coming, thick, endless ropes within Nesta’s welcoming cunt, more than he’s ever come before. Cassian’s continuing release fuels Nesta’s, and it’s a delicious feedback of their ongoing orgasms triggering the other. 
When it finally ends sometime later—Cassian isn’t sure when—they’re both sweating and quiet. His cum leaks out of Nesta’s cunt around his somewhat softened cock. The burning beast within him is sated for the moment.
Nesta twists over her shoulder to look at him, still seated atop him. “I hope you’re not too tired after that,” she purrs, and Cassian lets his head hit the floor. 
XXX
Time has lost all meaning to Nesta.
Perhaps it has been an hour, two hours, a day, or even a week. All she knows is the feel of her mate’s thick and heavy cock in her mouth.
Nesta takes Cassian’s length fully down her throat, the short hairs at the juncture of his thighs tickling her nose. She breathes through her nose and relaxes her tongue and jaw. Above her, he makes the most decadent noises.
“So good Nesta, taking my fat cock in that perfect mouth of yours,” he praises her quietly, and Nesta practically comes right then and there, just from the feel of his smooth shaft along her tongue and his honeyed words.
She desperately wants to reach a hand between her thighs and rub a finger over her clit or, even better, thrust her fingers inside herself and pump. Nesta doesn’t. There’s a sort of delicious agony in denying herself what she wants now, knowing what’s coming later will be worth the wait, like saving a piece of rich cake for after dinner at the end of a long day, knowing the reward would be appreciated all the better for waiting.
And wait she has. Nesta doesn’t know how much time has passed since a dreamlike fog, thick and heavy on her limbs like the morning mist, suddenly settled over her mind and body. It didn’t start out that way—she vaguely remembers a scorching sensation tearing through her body as a wild, feral need emerged from somewhere within her and demanded her mate. 
It isn’t completely unlike those wretched years after she was Made and turned to drinking and sex to attempt to feel anything in her life. Except now, though, she has Cassian next to her. She’ll never be wanting for anything again, as long as she has him, her mate, her equal, by her side.
Nesta feels one of Cassian’s hands slowly thread itself through her ruined hair. With a sudden tightening of his grip, his hand wrenches her hair and pulls her down further onto his cock. Nesta gags, tears collecting at the corners of her eyes. “Something distracting you, sweetheart?” he taunts with a mocking sweetness, a corner of his mouth twitching up.
Her equal, indeed. Any other time, Nesta would have whipped herself off of Cassian’s dick and asked the House to deliver whatever type of punishment she thought he’d deserve. Now, though, with a cloud of lust making her dizzy, all Nesta could do is whimper around his length at the dominance in his tone and words. 
That dominance wasn’t exactly his idea, however. After Nesta had ridden him on the floor of the library like a warrior charging into battle, Cassian had dragged them to the couch and brought her close to his chest, a touching act of sweetness and normalcy at complete odds to what they had just done to each other. 
She couldn’t stand it, though. The buzzing beneath her skin branched out into her blood and veins and lungs and heart the longer she sat still without her mate’s cock in her in some way. Nesta had clambered out of his lap and kneeled between Cassian’s thick thighs, pumped his still half-hard shaft twice, then took him in her mouth.
The first time she made him come with her mouth and hands was quick, just a few minutes of her tongue working his sensitive tip and her hand squeezing and stroking what she didn’t have in her mouth. He had come with a hoarse cry, his hands digging into the couch cushions, thighs spread wide. His salty come coated Nesta’s tongue and rushed down her throat, her gaze content and proud at making her mate feel such pleasure. Cassian was still hard—somehow—beneath her, and a final splash of come landed on her lips as she detached herself from his shaft with a soft pop. 
His eyes were still bleary, like hers, like he too wasn’t quite sure what was happening. But also like Nesta, the continuous ache and need to continue fucking and coming was too great. It was tinged with a sense that something was wrong, but neither could concentrate long enough to voice and actually think on their concerns. 
Without missing a beat, Nesta had licked Cassian’s come off her lips, then took his cock back inside her mouth and started it all again.
Now, Cassian’s hand on the back of her head forcibly guiding her up and down his cock feels like a fixture, like Nesta is only complete with his hand in her hair and his cock down her throat. He moans when she drags her nails down the sensitive skin of his inner thighs.
“Trying to mark me up, mate? Leave bruises on my legs, like I’m going to leave bruises on that pretty neck of yours later?”
Nesta whimpers around his cock, wetness rolling down her cheeks when he thrusts his cock into her raw throat, and wetness rolling down her legs at everything happening to her right now. The sound of Nesta’s gagging and whimpers fill the room. She braces her hands on Cassian’s knees as she lets him fuck her throat, his hands tangled in her hair as he grunts and moans above her, all while Nesta stares adoringly at her mate. She’s close, and the haze within her thickens, and everything is jumbled—
Her world shifts and suddenly Nesta is on her back on the rug, and Cassian’s thick cock is entering her slick cunt in one brutal thrust. Lightning races up her spine as she comes suddenly, almost violently, her body shaking and her release coating her mate’s cock and thighs. Her inner muscles squeeze so hard she forces Cassian’s length from her body and she writhes on the ground. She has experienced mind numbing pleasure at the hands of her mate many times before tonight, but the release she experiences now is unlike anything she’s ever felt. Nesta vaguely hears Cassian cursing quietly to himself but Nesta is too far gone to recognize what he’s saying.
She receives no reprise. Still on her back with Cassian kneeling between her spread, trembling thighs, he thrusts into her still quivering pussy and resumes his brutal pace. “So good, Nesta,” Cassian purrs, his eyes hazy and delirious with pleasure. “So good of you to soak me like that. Did sucking my cock make you that needy?”
Nesta whimpers, too stricken with lust and already needing more even after the most intense orgasm of her life had been ripped through her body. This couldn’t be natural, what was happening to them…
But then Cassian slowly wraps a large hand around her throat, and all thoughts leave Nesta’s brain. She’s with her mate whom she loves more than anyone else in the world—what could be unnatural or wrong with what was happening to them?
“I asked you a question: did sucking my cock make you so needy that you squirted the second I started fucking you?”
His hand wasn’t too tight around her throat that she couldn’t answer. “Yes,” Nesta gasps, the feeling of his hand around her and cock within her already working her towards another orgasm. She grips the back of her thighs to widen herself even better for her mate, and Cassian moans appreciatively, looking down between her legs to watch himself pound into her red, swollen folds.
Cassian’s hand tightens around her throat as his breathing quickens and his thrusts get harder and sloppier. She feels herself leaking onto the rug, and knows her scent will be entwined in this room, just like it’s already entwined with the male above her. All Nesta can do is grip the back of her thighs to keep herself spread for him as she whimpers and urges him on, dark spots forming at the edges of her hazy vision. Her heartbeat thrums just under her skin. “Please, please, please…”
“Be a good mate and come,” Cassian snarls, releasing her throat to slap between her legs. He hits her clit and Nesta launches to the stars, like one of the many flying celestial bodies on Starfall. 
Eventually, she falls back to the planet, and Cassian is with her. She feels his spend trickle between her legs, and glances down to see him aim the last of the come on her lower stomach. Their breathing gradually slows. Nesta lightly touches her neck and knows from the slight ache already forming that she’ll have a bruised necklace in the exact shape of Cassian’s hand adorning her throat in the morning.
But all thoughts of later are far away in her mind. All Nesta focuses on is the feel of Cassian’s sweaty, hard body above her, quieting the ache between her legs and hunger in her blood.
XXX
“Put your back into it and fuck me!”
Nesta snarls like a crazed beast at him, and she looks it too: there are red scratches already forming along her back, her hair is in complete disarray around her sweaty face, her teeth are bared and the fingers of her elegant hands are curved into claws that could tear a male’s throat out. 
And she’s all his.
Deciding the best way to shut his mate up is to make her speechless, Cassian grips her hips even harder than before and steps up with one leg on the now-creaking couch in the library. This way, he has better leverage to fuck into her as Nesta hangs onto the back of the furniture for dear life.
Cassian is pretty sure they’ve been at it for hours. He hasn’t seen the sun come up, and a rescue party hasn’t come looking for them, so he dimly assumes in the back of his mind that no one is missing them and it hasn’t been that long. It’s hard to keep track of time, however, when his entire world is now centered on fucking the female in front of him.
“Have I not been fucking you well up till now? Are you not covered in my sweat and come? You were just screaming my name a few minutes ago.”
“If you were actually up to the task of satisfying me, I wouldn’t have ever stopped,” Nesta snaps without looking back at him, her hips gently swaying in front of him to try to entice him, and dammit it, it works. Through the ever-present fog that settled over his eyes and body, Cassian sees a bit of red creep into the corner of his eyes at the suggestion that he can’t keep up with Nesta. Stroking his cock, he watches in a haze as he sees two of Nesta’s long fingers skim her soaking folds before they plunge within her soft cunt. 
Cassian watches, entranced, as Nesta pumps her fingers in and out of her pussy. It’s an awkward angle for her, and she isn’t able to fuck herself as deep as he knows she wants to. She hangs her head down and moans, her hips moving in time with her thrusts, before Cassian remembers her earlier dare: put your back into it and fuck me.
He grabs the hand fingering herself and wrenches it out of her cunt before landing two hard, quick slaps to each of her rosy ass cheeks. Her ass bounces with the motion and Nesta moans in delight, and her ass keeps jiggling as Cassian thrusts inside her to the hilt with one savage push and he starts fucking her.
Just like every other time they’d fucked this night—day? Week?—Nesta takes it, takes him, so perfectly, not needing time to adjust to his length and girth. Cassian isn’t sure he’s ever been with a female that’s been as wet as Nesta is tonight, since he can’t remember anything from more than a few hours ago, but he doesn’t think submerging a partner in the Sidra would get them as wet as Nesta is now.
Cassian grips her hips, putting all of his strength and muscles into fucking Nesta harder than he’s ever fucked her before. She moans into the fabric of the couch, and he’s pretty sure she’s biting the couch to stifle her noises. 
He grabs her hair and pulls, making her back arch. “Come on, Nes. Let me hear it. Tell everyone who’s fucking you so well.”
“Cas—Cassian,” she whimpers. The wet slapping of their flesh meeting nearly drowns out her words. Cassian smacks her ass again. “Louder.”
“Cassian!” Nesta shrieks, and he can’t keep the grin off his face.
“I think… that’s enough of my back… don’t you agree?” Cassian can barely speak over how hard he’s moving into Nesta. The hand gripping her hip for dear life and the other hand in her hair keeps Nesta connected to him, and he’s thrusting so hard the couch is moving across the floor. He glances down and sees her ass bouncing against his hips and his cock, glistening with her wetness, shining in the low lamplight.
The beast that’s been lurking under his skin all night is rising to the forefront of his mind, demanding to be unleashed onto the female under him. Nothing else matters to Cassian but release—his and hers. His heart beats erratically in his chest. He needs to come now or he’ll die, he’s sure of it, and by the desperate whining leaving Nesta’s mouth, she feels the same aching need as well.
His hand gripping Nesta’s sweaty hair plunges between her legs and strokes her bundle of nerves punishingly, without any thought of kindness or care. Neither of them wants or needs that now, and when Nesta breaks and wails her release, his name on her lips, Cassian shatters with her. 
The beast within him purrs, content to rest until it needs to feed again.
XXX
Nesta isn’t sure how much more of this she can take. 
Logically, she realizes there’s no way she should still be conscious at this point. Between all the sweat and come that’s left her body, she should be a dehydrated husk that’s been left out in the sun too long. Even after she managed to hoarsely ask the House for some water—it had dumped a huge carafe of ice cold water with two glasses on the only unbroken table remaining, along with meat, cheese, crackers, and an entire chocolate cake—she still feels thirsty and empty and needy. Things are becoming clearer to her—she remembers there was something odd about that perfume Cassian got her—but her skin is still too tight on her body and she’s just uncomfortable.
Underneath her, Cassian is trying his best to bring her some relief. His tongue stiffens and grazes the side of her clit, and pleasure-pain lances through her body. 
“Why can’t you always be so sweet with your tongue like this, instead of giving me attitude all the time?” she asks fondly, staring down at him.
Between her thighs, Cassian chuckles and hooks his arms over her legs, keeping her cunt on his face. He hadn’t wasted a moment after coming inside her to throw himself on the ground and tug her over his face. “To clean you up,” he’d said, which was perhaps one of the most thoughtful things he’d ever said to her. 
Cassian doesn’t seem to mind that he’s licking his own release along with hers. He also doesn’t seem to be in any rush to make her come, or to seek any pleasure for himself. His cock is half-hard against his thigh and twitches with every moan and shaky breath that leaves her lips, but he doesn’t make any effort to change their positions.
His tongue swirls around her entrance before it plunges inside her. “Fuck,” Nesta sighs, carding a hand through his thick hair and gently moving her hips over his lips. “You feel so good.” Cassian stills, letting her ride his face as she chases her orgasm and quivers above him. 
Nesta falls forward, bracing her hands on the floor as she comes down from her high. She tries to swing off Cassian’s head but he only tightens his strong arms around her legs. 
“Again,” he commands from below, his voice muffled. He doesn’t give her any other option; his tongue strokes her clit in broad laps as Nesta grits her teeth.
Now it’s a bit too much pain and not enough pleasure. “I can’t,” Nesta says, fighting to upend herself from his grip, tears burning the corners of her eyes. “It’s too much.”
"You will come again on my tongue,” he shoots back forcefully, like he’s willing his statement into reality. “Touch yourself.”
Nesta groans, in frustration and because of what his lips are doing between her thighs, before she gives in and pinches her nipples. She leans back, seating herself fully on her mate’s face, and Cassian hums in approval.
His tongue dances over her folds as he slips a single thick finger inside her. Nesta hisses, squeezing her breasts. Despite her body being more accommodating than ever before when it comes to Cassian’s cock, her channel finally feels a twinge of tenderness at the intrusion. He’s gentle, though, barely thrusting inside her and letting her own rocking hips dictate how much of himself she takes within her. 
Whatever strange fervor that had taken hold inside her isn’t ready to be done yet, though. She finds release again on Cassian’s face and feels empty. “One… one more time,” she gasps weakly, crawling off him and laying down on the floor on her side. 
She hears Cassian shuffling behind her, then feels the floor reverberate as he thumps down on his side behind her. Dragging her top leg over his hip and positioning an arm underneath her head, Cassian turns her head towards him. 
His face is shining with her come, and it’s one of the most erotic things she’s ever seen in her life. It’s a sign that he’s happy to pleasure her, and also proud to have her mark him, to bear her scent proudly. Nesta tugs her mate to her lips by the back of his neck at the same time his hard cock enters her. 
They groan into each other’s mouths. Finally, it seems neither of them have the desperate, insatiable need to reach their release as soon as possible. Nesta’s eyes and body feels heavy and tired but she feels more like herself than before. Based on the bleary look Cassian gives her as he rocks in between her legs, she thinks whatever strange delusion that overcame her earlier is leaving his body as well.
Nesta relaxes in Cassian’s arms. He’s warm behind her, a reassuring presence. Cassian buries his face in the back of her neck as his hips speed up, pushing himself into her fully on each thrust. The sound of their bodies meeting is dirty and wet and filthy, yet she feels more connected with her mate now after what they just experienced.
Cassian breaks Nesta from her loving haze by pumping all of his cock inside her and grinding against her, hitting a sensitive spot he rarely manages to find. Stars erupt in Nesta’s eyes as equal parts pleasure and pain lights up her body.
“Fuck, Nes, you’re perfect,” Cassian mutters into her neck. He’s thrusting and grinding against her pussy as his fingers brush her folds. “So lucky—love you so much—mine, mine—“
“Yours,” she gasps, twisting to pull his face back to hers, her lips hurriedly brushing against his. “And you’re mine.”
“Yes, always,” he groans, screwing his eyes shut. He’s pounding into her with abandon, his fingers circling her clit. “Fuck, come with me.”
With a sob, Nesta comes. Cassian finishes soon after, shooting his release deep within her body. For several minutes they’re silent, each shaking with exhaustion.
The sun is peeking out from the bottom of the library’s windows when Nesta raises her head. When she finally comes again sometime later, the fog that had been hanging over and inside her finally dissipates, leaving her sluggish. The all-consuming need from that damned perfume is finally gone from her weak body, its scent no longer blanketing her skin. She crawls on shaking legs and arms to the water jug and hauls it over to Cassian, still laying on the floor.
“I know we just got done having sex—“
“Please don’t say you’re still feeling… whatever we just experienced,” Nesta interrupts tiredly, wiping her mouth after drinking from the carafe.
“No, no, I think I’m fine,” Cassian says, accepting the water from Nesta. “I was going to say, I know we just finished fucking like animals, but the sight of you crawling with my come running down your leg would normally be enough for me to go again.”
“And now?” Nesta asks, laying down on the floor, her head on Cassian’s shoulder.
Cassian takes a long drink. “Now, I think we went at it so much I’m afraid to even look at you. My cock needs a break.”
“Just your cock? That seemed to be an entire body workout.”
“And you weren’t complaining.”
Nesta hums and closes her eyes, feeling Cassian’s steady heart beat under her head. They’re silent for some time until Cassian speaks.
“What happened to us?”
“It was that perfume you got me,” Nesta spats. “I felt fine until I smelled it. It must have been drugged to act as an aphrodisiac.”
“The female I bought it from did say it would make my true love wild. I didn’t think it would be like that,” Cassian winces. 
Nesta narrows her eyes and looks at Cassian. “Who did you buy it from again? When I can manage to stand and take a bath, I’m going to pay a visit to the Palace of Thread and Jewels with that cursed perfume and put my Valkyrie training to good use. I’m going to smash the bottle at her feet—“
“No need to be so hasty,” Cassian says, squeezing her. “I wouldn’t mind keeping it around, for special occasions.”
Nesta stares at him incredulously. “You’re mad.”
“Mad with how much I love you.”
“Just shut up and kiss me and be quiet,” Nesta sighs, and Cassian laughs and obliges his mate. 
XXX
Rhys glances out of the River House’s window into the dark night above. It had snowed earlier, and he can still make out the three spread outlines pressed into the fluffy snow, one much smaller than the other two. It had been a perfect Winter Solstice with Feyre and Nyx, and now Rhys gets to enjoy the evening with his small family as well.
Was it wrong of him to ask a local vendor to sell some enchanted perfume to all his friends, guaranteed to drive them uncontrollably mad with lust? Perhaps. Did Rhys also have to sneak inside his friends’s minds to ensure they actually used the perfume, to make sure his small family was alone tonight? Maybe. 
But it was Feyre’s birthday, and Nyx’s first Solstice. After everything he and Feyre had been through this year, all Rhys wanted was to spend their first Solstice as a family together, alone, just the three of them. 
He loves his family, truly. But sometimes Mor and Cassian can get a little loud, and Elain and Lucien get a little too affectionate in public, and Amren mutters offhand remarks under her breath, and Azriel broods in the corner, despite Gwyn being all smiles around the room. It all just seemed too much this year, after the fucking horrendous year they’d had. A quiet day with his mate and their son was the only way Rhys wanted to spend the day.
“I wonder what happened to everyone,” Feyre says quietly, coming up to stand next to him at the window, Nyx in her arms. Their son had had a very busy day, between a delicious homemade breakfast, playing in the snow, unwrapping his new presents, and trying a bit of Feyre’s birthday cake, and he’s fighting to stay awake. “I hope they’re ok. Should we look in on—?”
“No!” Rhys interrupts, and Feyre and Nyx give him matching looks of surprise. “Uh, I’m sure they all had a long day and decided to spend time with their mates.”
Feyre gives him a long, searching look but doesn’t say anything. “Will you still have your annual snowball fight at the cabin in the morning?”
Rhys thinks of the perfume that Cassian and Az have, and how confident the fae was in her enchantment. “Actually, we all decided to postpone it this year, to spend more time with our mates and families.”
Feyre’s face lights up brighter than every star on Starfall combined, and Rhys would make the same decision to douse his friends and family in an aphrodisiac in a heartbeat, just to see his mate experience even a fraction of the happiness she’s feeling now. “That’s wonderful! Maybe the three of us can paint something together with those wonderful finger paints you got me.”
Nyx makes a happy, contented sigh from Feyre’s arms and Rhys smiles. The bond between him and Feyre glows strong and bright as the best Solstice Eve he’s ever had draws to a close. “I can’t wait.”
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Pink Winter Princess - How to dress Bubblegum Coquette in the Winter
Base Layer
Leggings are gonna be your first line of defense against the elements as bubblegum Coquette tends to favor comfort during the cold months. This is also the style that loves a matching set. Look for thermal sets in pinks, browns, whites and even light greys. For dressier looks you can go for tights as well, look for some in pink and white. Look for cableknit.
Tops
Like I said before look for matching sets, but the don't only have to be thermals they can also be track suits and jogging suits. Oversized cozy sweaters with cute designs are also a must and look great layered over thermals and paired with cozy leggings for when it's not too cold but you want some added layers. Also you can never go wrong with a cute turtlenecks. Quarter zip and half zip sweaters give a very après ski flare which funnily enough tends to align with the bubblegum coquette style.
Bottoms
Tracksuits, flare jeans, thermal leggings and puffer pants for when its a little too cold. You can also go for corduroy and wool skirts in cute pink plaids and light colors. Crochet skirt also look great if it's warm enough and you can layer them!
Dresses
Sweater dresses are your friend. They're comfy, warm and cute and can be so easy to wear when you're unsure what to do.
Shoes
80% of you have Uggs or Ugg adjacent shoes so you already know about those and about 10% of you probably still have those white/pink/tan fuzzy demonias so pull those out too. If not? pink, white and tan snow boots in general are a great choice, as well as knee high boots/gogo boots.
Outerwear
Everyone knows the pink puffer coats ae in style but dont be afraid to look for some good pea coats and trench coats.
Color Scheme
Pinks, whites and tans ae the most common but don''t be afraid of light icy blues and even oranges. Try out different patterns like snowflakes, gingham and different kinds of plaid.
Makeup
Pink lips, pink cheeks and frosty eyelids are the go to. Frosty or shimmery lip glosses as well. You want to look almost frost btten.
If you have dark skin go for berries and reds if cool pinks are too much.
Fragrances
Sweet anf fluffy perfumes ae best! Think Sweet Tooth by Sabrina Carpenter with it's marshmallowy quality.
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