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Haram Tiara by Colette Jewelry - black and white diamonds set in white gold
#high jewelry tiaras#high jewelry#haute joaillerie#diamond#black diamond#Colette Jewelry#tiara#tiaras#diadems#diadem#fauna tiara#jewels#high jewellery
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#lucy hale#build series#Wilfred#Chelsea Paris#chanel#ambyr Childers#Colette jewelry#Jennifer Meyer#2015
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Back in June, I ordered some Colloyd Day merch made by @sekaiki-honey ! Really beautiful acrylic blocks, a glitter coaster, and a jewelry accessory stand! I also got a double-ring character pairing necklace for Lloyd and Colette that's now on the stand. 💖 Thought it would be fun to share them!
#tales of symphonia#lloyd irving#colette brunel#colloyd#merch#i collect merch of my pairing like candy#i love the ring stand because otherwise it's hard for me to wear jewelry so this is the best alternative!#sorry my obsession is showing#mine
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Propaganda
Anna Fougez (Le Awenture Di Colette)—Just look at her and you will know why is she so hot
Hedy Lamarr (Samson and Delilah, Ziegfeld Girl)—Look. I'm sure someone has already submitted Hedy Lamarr because she was spectacularly beautiful, and a very strong lady too: she fled both an abusive marriage AND nazi persecution at a very young age and rebuilt a life for herself pursuing her love for acting all on her own!! Her career as an actress was stellar; while she began acting outside of Hollywood (her very first movie, Ecstasy, won a prize at the Venice Film Festival), she conquered American hearts very quickly with her first movie in the US, Algiers, and then just kept getting better and better. If all this isn't enough, she was also an inventor: her invention of the frequency-hopping spread spectrum radio transmission technique forms the base of bluetooth and has a lot of applications in all kinds of communication technologies. I think that deserves a prize, don't you?
This is round 3 of the tournament. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. Please reblog with further support of your beloved hot sexy vintage woman.
[additional propaganda submitted under the cut.]
Anna Fougez:
Hedy Lamarr:
The only person you can find both on the Hollywood Walk of Fame and in the Inventor's Hall of Fame--her radio-frequency-hopping technology forms the basis for cordless phones, wi-fi, and a dozen other aspects of modern life. She was also passionate in her efforts to aid the Allies in WWII (unsurprising for a Jewish-Austrian Emigree to America), and her name served as the backbone for one of the best running jokes in what is possibly Mel Brooks' best movie. Look, Louis B. Mayer apparently believed he could plausibly promote her as "The world's most beautiful woman". Is an entire website full of people going to be less audacious than one Louis B. Mayer? I didn't think so!
Described as "Hedy has the most incredible personal sophistication. She knows the peculiarly European art of being womanly; she knows what men want in a beautiful woman, what attracts them, and she forces herself to be these things. She has magnetism with warmth, something that neither Dietrich nor Garbo has managed to achieve" by Howard Sharpe, she managed to escape her controlling husband (and Nazi Germany) by a) Disguising as her maid and fleeing to Paris or b) Convincing the husband to let her wear all of her jewelry to a dinner, only to disappear afterwards. Also she was particularly clever and helped develop Frequency-Hopping Spread Spectrum (I can't really explain it but anyway...)
Her depiction of Delilah and Samson and Delilah just lives rent free in my head. The woman was gorgeous.
One of the most beautiful women ever in film, spoken by many critics and fans. Beautiful shapely figure, deeper seductive voice, and often played femme fatale roles. She was also brilliant and an inventor. Mainly self-taught, she invested her spare time, including on set between takes, in designing and drafting inventions, which included an improved traffic stoplight and a tablet that would dissolve in water to create a flavored carbonated drink, and much more.
Gorgeous and brilliant pioneer of modern technology and the middle part.
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The foreshadowing and planting plot clues ahead of time in Tales of Symphonia is really well done. I've been enjoying reacquainting myself with the game's storyline and it's just so refreshing how good it all really is.
The amount of thought going into Lloyd making Colette a Key Crest for her Cruxis Crystal later in the game is well done, so much of that is planted at the very start. Lloyd wanting to make her a necklace demonstrating that he is a craftsman himself (if suffering from major executive dysfunction, the ADHD vibes are strong with this one), the situation with Marble demonstrates that Key Crests can be accessories such as bracelets or other wearable jewelry, and when Raine acquires her Exsphere and proves to have a damaged Key Crest in her possession already... Lloyd is a good enough craftsman that he's able to repair the crest so that it works good as new. So when he needs to make a Key Crest from scratch later on, it makes narrative sense that he can do it despite the pressure and the less than ideal circumstances.
Then there's the whole Exspheres and Cruxis Crystals being two versions of the same thing. Which is why Key Crests work for both. The seeding of the Angelus project when Forcystus sees Lloyd's Exsphere when the cover comes off during the fight with Marble. The fact that Exspheres make people sick without key crests and the reveal that they cause physical transformations - Cruxis Crystals also make people who use them sick and undergo transformations without a proper Key Crest to constrain the gem's powers. So the reveal works down the line. And then there's the additional details like how Presea's Exsphere is later revealed to have been attached to her in order to create a Cruxis Crystal and she's implied to have undergone the same kind of experimentation that Lloyd's mom underwent. So when Lloyd's Exsphere proves to be a Cruxis Crystal after all... Lloyd gaining wings really does make sense too.
Like, yeah, sometimes the dialog is clunky and heavy handed, but over all the plotting of the game is really well done. And the intricacy of that plot makes it feel like there is something new to notice every time I replay the game.
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INTRODUCING: FRANKIE BLANCHARD
Full Name: Francesca Joan Blanchard (born Lindone)/Winona Blanchard (Cursed Persona)
Birthdate: November 30th (1966 in her cursed persona)
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Brown
Species: Human
Family: Beatrice Lindone (Mother, estranged), Thomas Lindone (Father, deceased), Colette Lindone (Older Sister, estranged), Sabina Lindone (Younger Sister), Mary-Margaret Blanchard/Snow White (Adoptive Mother), David Nolan (Adoptive Father), Emma Swan (Adoptive Older Sister), Henry Mills (Adoptive Nephew)
Love Interest: Roslyn Maire
Friends: Henry Mills, Emma Swan, Killian Jones (kinda, on and off), Archie Hopper/Jiminy Cricket, Granny Lucas, Ruby Lucas/Red Riding Hood, Leroy/Grumpy, Belle French, Marco/Geppetto, Anna of Arendelle
Likes: Reading, horses, pancakes, dramatic movies, mysteries, sunrises, throwing knives, apples, fireworks, jewelry, music
Dislikes: Rumplestiltskin, Regina Mills (again, on and off and it changes over time), her mother, loneliness, cold weather
Phobias: Blood, darkness
Style: In the Enchanted Forrest, she is usually seen in elegant dresses and draped in a cloak, her hair was usually done in elaborate styles, and in Storybrooke, she is dressed more in "edgier" styles such as lots of fishnets, boots, jean shorts, see-through shirts with bralettes, etc.
Speech: American accent, a softer voice in the Enchanted Forest, doesn't talk a lot, much cussing as Winona/post-curse Frankie, and her voice is slightly raspier from her smoking attempts
Physical Quirks/Scars: Scar on her forehead by her hairline, walks with a slight limp on the left side
Personality: Enchanted Forest Frankie is sweet, somewhat demure, a lover of nature and animals, very brave and always lending a helping hand whereas Winona is rougher, a lot more feisty and moody, though she has a soft spot for the ones she loves and finds "not annoying" and finally, post-curse Frankie is a more badass version of her younger Enchanted Forest self - she knows how to defend herself and has combined the best qualities of her former self and Winona
Background: Francesca grew up as a Princess in the Enchanted Forrest. She had always known that there was trouble brewing in her family's Kingdom - she just didn't know what it was exactly. One night, her older sister disappeared and was never seen again by anyone. Years later, Frankie's mother tells the 14-year-old that she is to marry a Prince from a neighboring Kingdom to save theirs from money trouble. Frankie, deeply in love with a Princess from another Kingdom, refuses to do so, leading her mother to put the burden on her younger sister. The next night Beatrice stops her in the hallway, and the mother and daughter duo get into a heated argument, resulting in Beatrice grabbing a candlestick and hitting her daughter over the head with it, claiming to the King and Prince that she had tragically fallen down the stairs. Frankie's father Thomas, heartbroken over his daughter's alleged accidental death, finds her clinging to life in the abandoned tower. He brings her to Rumplestiltskin, begging for him to save her. He demands Thomas' soul in turn - and he agrees. When Frankie comes to, her clothes drenched in blood and a small scar adorning her forehead, she is all alone on a dark and muddy road. A horse carriage happens to pass by, with none other than Snow White and Prince David inside it. The two take her in, and she lives in the castle as Snow White's "cousin", never seeing her family again. Three years later, the curse hits, and twenty-eight years later, Frankie is still seventeen and living in Storybrooke as Winona Blanchard. Winnie loves to go to the stables in her free time and babysits Henry Mills every Tuesday and Friday. When Henry's birth mother, Emma Swan, comes into town, she brings lots of change with her, causing Winnie's worldview to unravel as Frankie fights her way back into her mind.
Faceclaim: Diana Silvers
TAGGING: @waterloou @eddysocs @ocs-supporting-ocs @foxesandmagic @veetlegeuse @decennia @hiddenqveendom @arrthurpendragon @luucypevensie @richitozier @noratilney @wordspin-shares @oneirataxia-girl @endless-oc-creations @lucys-chen @andromedalestrange
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Annon-Guy: I asked other DotNW fans this, but what are your thoughts on;
Emil/Ratatosk, Marta, Tenebrae, Richter, Aqua, Alice and Decus as characters?
What do you think of Emil X Marta and Alice X Decus?
Sure thing, dude! I'll make this the last post of tonight's Tales of Sunday, too. Let's set this up the same way I did on this post.
Emil: He's baby boy baby! I know a lot of people who play (and dislike) DotNW can't stand Emil's cowardice and hate towards Lloyd at the beginning. Besides the hating Lloyd part, I always found it very relatable! Admittedly it's still a character flaw for him to get over, but I don't find it as annoying as others do. But I love him, I love his development, and his eventual friendship with Lloyd. I think his character was handled really well. And dude. Especially how he feels responsible for Aster's death and stealing his life? Relatable, I would feel the exact same way 100%.
Ratatosk: Spicy baby! Honestly his character development was a lot of fun to see through the story, especially how it all comes to a head when he fights Emil in the true ending. (I also love the detail that he's just as good a cook as Emil, he just doesn't care about presentation lol). The way he gets soft for Marta is very sweet, too. I have mixed feelings about how his character is handled in the crossover games, though.
Marta: Haha, like I said, she's not my favorite Tales Heroine, but she's not bad. I also loved her as a kid! She was like a silly self-insert for me at the time. Her weapon has always confused me, and her battle combos aren't great, but bringing optimism to contradict Emil's pessimism was always a nice touch. I especially love her relationship with Tenebrae, and her eventual friendship with Colette. I'm not a ~huge~ fan of her reading too much into Emil's interactions with the other female members of the party ("I see you're into older women now" like what the hell), but when she's sincere I really appreciate her.
Tenebrae: love him, snarky doggy boi :3 His clothes are the same as his skin... always bothered me, ha! Besides Repede, I think he's one of the better designs of a dog character in the series. LOVE his tail hand. Iconic design. 10/10.
Richter: He's fine, he serves his purpose. I wish I could love him as much as other fans, but much like Yuan, I never really clicked with him. His motivation and how much he believed in Aster is very moving, though! And his theme? Top tier.
Aqua: she's a character. Love her design!
Alice: a really good character to hate! Her baby voice makes my skin crawl, her malicious innocence is entertaining. All her nicknames for people suck, and I think that just adds to it. To be clear, I don't hate her as a character that exists! I'm glad she exists, she adds to the plot and to fleshing out Marta. It sucks she gets dropped for a good while after the raid on the Vanguard base. But man. I hate her.
Decus: he's fine. I tend to have a bias towards characters that have a lot of jewelry (due to my phobia) in not liking them as much as other people? He's in the story to exist as a Lloyd-framer and a mirror to Emil, but otherwise they don't do much with him that matters. He's comedic. Too much so. You can't take him seriously even when they want you to because he's too goofy.
This next section I assume you mean like, shipping wise?
Emil x Marta: They're cute! I like them a lot, as characters, but not so much as a couple, I guess? They're a cute high school couple in a Christian School setting, but once they head off to college either they're going to need to really make things work or settle with being friends (close friends!). That's the vibe I get from them. I don't see them completely separating, but I also don't see them like. Having kids. At least, not without problems.
Alice x Decus: they're a mirror to Emil and Marta's relationship! That's... about it. I'm going to be completely honest, I don't really have any thoughts about them other than that is a toxic relationship. They're okay!
#long post#Tales of Sunday!#ask#mewnia murps#annon-guy2#thank you for the interaction today!#I had a lot of fun revisiting my childhood Tales game#I don't hold it on the best pedestal as I used to#but it's still in a special place!
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How often does Murdock think about his mother?
Do you ever wish you could’ve done something more to save her? Do you think getting revenge on your father was the right choice, or did it not help at all?
He can’t say a word.
The gold medallion on his neck hides another charm, a tiny piece of her. A Star of David, the one she wore to every ballet class he had. Colette called it her fancy jewelry even though it was the only piece she ever owned. Murdock was only ten when they were taken, smashed in the face with a baseball bat because he kept screaming. He was a child, desperately trying to see as his eyes swelled over with blood.
Maybe he could’ve done something. He’d been quick to train, so he could’ve been able to do something, anything. She never leaves his mind. There’s a grave for them both, only one body for two headstones. If he ever found it, he’d throw himself down until he died. To be buried where he belonged.
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Jewels Alert
- The Royal Collections
Now, that state visit between Windenburg and San Sequoia, we can talk about what the people really tune in for. As always, your royal fashion watchers here at The Royal Collections have all of the details on tiara’s and jewels and fashion of the royals. We’ve seen some new pieces and some.....older ones. Let’s get into the details below.
First, we’ll start with the Duchess of Albany. Being her first state event, Miliana came to impress. She pared her Windenburg Green dress with a simple set of pearl earrings and a pearl necklace. We’ve seen the Duchess in these before, a go to staple in her closet. Her tiara, is one we’ve seen before, the Duchess wore the Pearl and Wheat Tiara on her wedding day. The Pearl and Wheat Tiara is one of the oldest in the royal family vaults. Often worn by the second wives' in the family. The tiara was made and purchased in 1600's for Grand Duchess Edith, the 1st Duchess of Albany. She wore this tiara on her wedding day. Not officially owned by her, it's been passed down through the royal collection. It’s been worn by second wives in the family, something fitting for Miliana.
Crown Princess Colette, pulled out the Vvess Pearl Tiara for this event. That being said, this is the Princess go to tiara. Gifted to Crown Princess Colette when she became the Duchess of Cove, Countess of Courty, Baroness of Vvess by a few of the nobility. The large pearl drop in the middle came from Queen’s Roa’s collection as she helped with the design of the tiara. When the tiara was first made, it was topped with gold painted pearls. Since then, the Duchess has switched those out for purple, green, blue and red pearls. The Crown Princess also wore pearl earrings, paired with a blue and white one shoulder dress.
As a way to highlight her future role, Queen Fern’s Tiara - The tiara was owned by Queen Fern. Though not of royal blood, she was of noble blood and the tiara was gifted to her by her family on her 20th birthday. Since then, it has been owned by the royal family. The tiara has been worn seen with emeralds, moonstone, purple sapphire's, ruby's, diamonds and tiger's eye. it seems as if the Crown Princess opted for the emeralds. The Crown Princess sported a large emerald necklace, and a re-wear green dress.
Queen Josephine opted for a off-shoulder green dress, paired with her favorite pearl necklace and diamond earrings. The worn tiara is one of the Queen’s favorites as well. She chose to pull out Queen Mary the 1st tiara of Windenburg. Privately brought, this tiara shortly before she married into the family as she wanted to have something of her own. Originally, emerald's were used but pearls have also been worn with the piece.
This is another first, Princess Julia, now known as the Princess Royale, wore the same tiara she wore in her in her newly released portraits. This is her first state event. She has brought out the The tiara was personally gifted to the royal family by a close family friend. Originally, the tiara was made with diamond's and has been a go-to tiara over the years. Throughout those years, different stones have been used to top the tiara including, blue sapphire, aqua-marine, ruby's and emeralds. Tonight, the Princess Royale chose emeralds. The dress she chose is also a re-wear, paired with dazzling emerald necklace and emerald earrings.
Queen Roa is no stranger to state events. This evening, she pared dark blue gown with a large diamond necklace and dangle diamond earrings. Her tiara, is called the The Cove Sapphire Tiara. This tiara was made in 1839 by the jewelry company, Belledu. The company was started in the province of Cove, which came under rule of San Sequoia when the Kingdom’s split. Firm supports of King Charles they were happy to move their business. Knowing that she’d need to fill the royal collection, Queen Ava personally invested money in the company via her family members. Since then, Belledu has been a long-favored by the royal family.
Lastly, the Duchess of Rocksavage, could be said the most dazzling for the night. She wore a green, sweetheart cut strapless dress. Paired with an emerald choker and long dangle emerald earrings. For her first state event, she managed to knock it out of the park. She is wearing the Malison Tiara, it allows for different gems and it has a long history. Some have said that the tiara is cursed, it was crafted by a spellcaster when Windenburg still found itself in ruling over Oasis Springs. It was said that whoever wore it, would be cursed with a sickness but as we can see, the Duchess managed to steal the show with such a simple tiara.
As always, we’ll be here to talk about the fashion of the royals! We can’t wait for the neck big event!
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It had been a while since Colette had seen Hella, but she would have seen the black-eyed witch approach to say, "If I had known you had horns, too, I'd have brought more ribbons."
Ajax walked in with a bow-tied ribbon around one of his horns, seemingly too lost in holiday spirit to really notice or care.
A lot of holiday spirit seemed to be lost on Hella, in contrast to Ajax. Like usually, she was listening to heavy music on her headphones, snuggled up in her usual oversized sweater - except this one, as dark as it was, seemed to have. In fact, if anyone would look more closely at her, they would notice she was taking a nap.
The dark circles under her eyes would hint at the fact she had likely done extra ghosthunting before the holidays, she and her fellow ghostbuster girl friends making sure anything Krampus-like would not scare too many children. That aside, though, her face was calm.
Around the time Colette and Ajax joined her however she had mostly woken up; she had had a few hours of rest and although she still felt sleepy, things were better. "I think they look best with no ribbons. But I still accept ribbons. I know where they will go quite nicely."
"Here. Folks listened to my music a lot this year, and I went out to sing enough times to be able to afford to record a more unique CD while taking a break from recording official stuff." With these words, she handed Colette a shiny box with a pretty artwork or design drawn on it, along with her name. "And here." The second here was to signify a little box of mint chocolates... which had a flame-shaped necklace tucked into it, for Colette, and one with a ring, for Ajax.
"They're both silver. I thought I'd check out what the nearby jewelry shop had and I thought those reminded me of you two."
@redemptioninchaos
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Number Nine
Chapter Four: If There’s Danger in Confession
AO3 author’s note/info one two three four five six seven eight epilogue extra
Said I’m fine, but it wasn’t true. I don’t wanna keep secrets just to keep you. And I snuck in through the garden gate every night that summer just to seal my fate; and I screamed, for whatever it’s worth, “I love you, ain’t that the worst thing you ever heard?” He looks up, grinning like a devil.- Taylor Swift, Cruel Summer
Tim didn’t usually have a reason for why he got her things.
“I just like to get you things,” he’d told her once, staring up at her from where his head lay in her lap. “I want to see you in things as beautiful as you are.”
She had giggled and kissed him, still smiling.
So when he’d told her he was getting her an outfit for the sole purpose of being able to take it off her, she was not remotely surprised.
The boxes came over the course of several weeks. White Honey Birdette lingerie covered in lace and silver Jimmy Choo heels that sparkled as she walked. He’d given her the Colette jewelry in person—pearl and diamond dangly earrings along with a matching ring and bracelet—although he’d had to pick up the necklace himself.
The Paolo Sebastian dress took the longest. It was made of ankle-length pale blue tulle with white embroidery that looked like a carousel.
When she stepped stepped through the elevator door into his penthouse, she felt like a princess.
Until she heard the moaning of several women along with what sounded suspiciously like her boyfriend.
“Harder, Timothée,” came a female voice.
“Keep eating her pussy,” he responded lowly.
There were smacking sounds coming from the upstairs living room to her left, and when she turned her head with wide, horrified eyes, she saw it.
Tim on the couch, taking a gorgeous blonde from behind while the woman went down on a second equally gorgeous blonde and a third looked on, touching herself as she kissed him.
Lea had known he did this sort of thing, of course, he’d mentioned it in passing and never hidden it from her, but she never thought she’d actually see it.
Near tears, she turned around again to get right back in the elevator and leave and possibly ghost him. Unfortunately for her, however, Tim must’ve heard the click-clack of her shoes on his hardwood floor, because his head snapped up and he exclaimed a very excited-sounding, “Lea!”
The girl in question winced, really just wanting to go home and have a nice long cry in the bath, but he’d seen her, and she couldn’t very well escape him now.
“I’m so sorry, girls,” Tim was saying to the group of women he’d been fucking. “My girlfriend’s here, would you mind…?”
There were three murmurs of agreement and then the sounds of clothes being put on.
She was so shocked by all this that by the time the women filed past her into the elevator, the tears were gone from her eyes.
Lea stood there, stock-still, as Tim came bounding over, the sound of his bare feet on the floor getting closer to her. “Hey, baby,” he said happily, grabbing her hand and spinning her around to face him. “You look gorgeous. Even better than I pictured.” He paused. “An angel come to earth. Makes me wanna corrupt you.”
She glanced downwards.
His dick was still hard. And wet.
Tim noticed her looking and grinned. “Aww, you want me, too, huh? Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’ll always take care of you.”
She stayed in front of the elevator, staring at him in silence.
He pouted, holding out his arms to her. “What’re you doing just standing there? C’mere.”
Lea hesitantly took a step forward, and as soon as she was within reach, he grabbed her by the waist and yanked her against him.
“There,” he said happily. “Isn’t that better?”
She put her hands on his chest and looked up at him with wide eyes. Then, he put his hand on her cheek and leaned down to kiss her. As soon as his lips touched hers, everything else fell away. It didn’t matter that he’d just been kissing one woman while fucking another. All that mattered was that his chest was pressed against hers and his hands were in her hair and his tongue was in her mouth.
“C’mon,” he breathed against her lips, taking her hand and leading her into his bedroom.
“Do you bring the others in here?” she asked nervously, unsure of whether or not she wanted to know the answer.
Tim pressed her against the wall of windows, the skirt of her dress fanning out around her. “No,” he told her. “You’re the only one who gets to see my room, sleep in my bed.”
Lea smiled up at him, her heart fluttering at the notion of being unique to him in some way.
“Now then,” he began, strolling over to one of his bedside tables to grab small box labeled BULGARI from the drawer as well as his phone and cigarette and lighter before moving to sit on the divan at the foot of his bed. He beckoned her closer before lighting the cigarette and taking a drag. “C’mere, baby.”
Lea obeyed, shifting from foot to foot awkwardly in her sparkly Jimmy Choos.
He looked up at her, examining her form, taking another drag from his cigarette and putting his phone and the box next to where he sat, his long legs stretched out on either side of her. “You look awfully sexy in that, y’know. All pure and innocent. Why don’t you show me how bad you want this cock?”
“What… what do you want me to do?” Lea asked nervously.
He smirked around his cigarette. “I want you to dance for me.”
“D— dance?” she sputtered. “What kind of dance?”
“You like Halsey, don’t you?” he asked casually, opening his phone and scrolling through. “You’re gonna strip for me.”
Lea blanched at that, and he looked up at her, chuckling softly at her expression. “Don’t be nervous, angel. It’s just me.”
“I… I wanna please you,” she admitted.
He hummed. “You’re so sweet, you know that?” She blushed, and he tapped a song on his phone, the beat of Strange Love filling the room. “C’mon, baby. Just move with the music and take your clothes off. Anything you do will please me, I promise.”
Lea closed her eyes and tried to focus on the beat, swaying her hips to the rhythm.
“That’s it,” Tim encouraged, taking another drag from his cigarette. “Now turn around and unzip your dress for me.”
She did so, letting him watch as inch after inch of her pale, freckled skin was revealed to his eyes. He hummed when the dress was so loose that it fell to the floor at her feet.
“Good girl,” he praised. “Shake your ass for me, baby. Sway it.”
She did so, slowly moving her hips from side to side, hoping it was what he wanted. “Like this?”
He reached out to squeeze her asscheek roughly through her lace panties that hardly covered anything to begin with before smacking it lightly. “Fuck, you’re sexy,” he groaned. “Yeah, like that. God, the way it jiggles.”
Emboldened by his enthusiasm, Lea swayed her hips a bit more, enjoying the way he praised her.
“Fuck,” he said again. “Take off your bra, sweetheart.”
She considered this for a moment before deciding not to turn around and face him, instead choosing to reach behind her back and unbuckle her bra, letting the straps slip from her shoulders and her breasts escape the cups. With a small smile over her shoulder, she tossed the bra at him and moved her hips to the beat. “There you go,” she told him with a slight giggle.
Tim laughed in disbelief. “You little minx!” he exclaimed with delight. “I didn’t know you had that in you.”
“Are you gonna teach me a lesson?” she wanted to know.
“If you keep it up, I might have to,” he warned. “You are acting like a dirty slut.”
Lea turned on her heels, one arm covering her breasts and walking towards him. He was still smoking his cigarette, watching her intently. “Maybe I want to be a slut for you, Timothée,” she said softly, putting her thumb in her panties to slide them over one hip just a little. “Maybe I want you to remind me who owns me.”
“Fuck,” he groaned, his eyes bouncing around her form. “You’re such a tease. Don’t forget whose slave you are.”
Lea pouted, feigning displeasure. “I’m not a slave.”
Tim practically jumped at the opportunity. “Ohhhh, yes, yes you are. And I’m going to prove it to you.” He took a drag before continuing, “Take your panties off and get on your knees.”
Lea didn’t, instead choosing to cross her other arm over her breasts and raise an eyebrow at him, her core tingling in anticipation of what he’d do to punish her for not obeying immediately.
“Don’t be a brat,” he snapped. “I had those panties custom made for you. I’d really rather not have to rip them off you. And quit trying to hide your tits from me. They belong to me just like the rest of you, so let me see them.”
Lea sighed, finally removing her arms from over her breasts and sliding her panties down her body slowly.
“Good girl,” he praised lowly. “See? It’s not so hard to behave for me, is it? Now get on your knees.” He took a drag of his cigarette with one hand, the other pointing between where his feet were on the floor.
She knew he wanted her to suck his dick, and god did she want to, but she loved riling him up. It was so sexy when he got frustrated. “Hmmm,” she hummed in consideration. “No, I don’t think I will.”
“I didn’t fucking ask,” Tim finally snapped, grabbing her hand and forcing her to her knees. “Suck it.”
“No. You’re so demanding.”
“Shut the fuck up,” he hissed, grabbing the back of her hair firmly and forcing her to his cock so her lips brushed against it. “Suck it.”
She knew that if she truly didn’t want it, she could make it known to him easily. But that wasn’t the case here. Her mouth was watering at the mere idea of being able to pleasure him the way he was wanting, of making him moan her name.
Pretending to be reluctant, she took his dick in her mouth and started to suck the head, watching his face with wide eyes all the while.
“Fuck,” he groaned. “You know what you’re good for, don’t you? Just a couple of holes for me to use, hm?”
She moaned in delight around his length, moving faster over him.
“Such a whore,” Tim observed, taking a drag of his cigarette. “You didn’t even wanna suck my cock and here you are, moaning around it like the slut you are.”
Lea reached between her legs and started to rub her clit, aching for relief. She wanted him so badly, wanted to please him so much, and god did she want him inside her.
“Look at you,” he gasped. “Such a slut that you can’t help but pleasure yourself when you’re sucking me, huh? You like sucking my cock that much?”
“Mhm,” she confirmed, moving her mouth faster and hollowing out her cheeks.
“Well, too bad,” Tim decided, reaching forward and smacking her ass sharply. She yelped around his length, but decided that stopping her ministrations for the punishment alone wasn’t worth it. “You’ll either cum on my cock or not at all.”
Lea glared up at him as she pulled her hand away from herself, mildly annoyed that he felt the need to control every little thing.
“Don’t look at me like that,” he snapped, smacking her ass again. “You’re lucky I’m letting you cum at all with how much sass you’ve been giving me.” When she closed her eyes so she couldn’t be seen glaring at him and resumed her task, he hummed in contentment. “Good girl,” Tim praised softly, and she could smell the menthol on his breath as he exhaled, his free hand running through her hair.
She looked up at him, watched him smile down at her and stroke her cheek as she sucked him. She was thrilled to be doing a good job, that he was enjoying himself.
He took another drag from his cigarette before snuffing it out and opening the box, removing its contents. She couldn’t quite see exactly what it was, but she knew it was shiny and sparkly.
“I got you a present, angel.” His voice was mixed with the slurping sounds from her sucking his dick, and she paused as he reached around her back to fasten a clasp at the back of her throat, cool metal settling around her neck and falling between her breasts.
Surprised at the sensation, Lea pulled off of him, reaching up to where the necklace rested. Her fingertips brushed a large, smooth stone and she had only begun to say, “What—“ before the back of her hair was gripped firmly.
“Did I tell you to stop?” Tim demanded, guiding her mouth back towards his dick. She grumbled in annoyance, but resumed sucking him anyway. “Tell you what,” he sighed contentedly as she hollowed her cheeks out again, “I’ll fuck you in front of a mirror so you can see it. How’s that sound?”
She hummed around him happily, wanting to see what he’d gotten her but not wanting to displease him.
“C’mon, baby girl,” Tim finally decided after she hadn’t stopped squeezing her thighs together for several minutes. Pulling her off of him, he stood, pulling her up with him and wiping saliva from beneath her lip before kissing her deeply. She had only just started to wrap her arms around him when he laughed softly, pulling back and turning off the music, tugging her towards the bathroom. “C’mon,” he said again.
She smiled, letting her heels slip from her feet as she followed after him.
Tim grinned down at her, twirling her in a circle like they were dancing. She half expected him to dip her. She giggled as he stopped the twirl with them both facing the mirror, his arms around her waist as he leaned down to kiss her neck. Lea moved her hair to one side so he could access the skin he seemed to want.
And then she glanced in the mirror for the first time. Lea did a double take upon seeing the necklace. It was made of a woven snake, covered in… diamonds? No, they couldn’t be diamonds, there were just too many of them. From the head of the snake hung a stone of cornflower blue that was about the size of her thumb.
Tim must’ve heard her sharp intake of breath, because he hummed against her throat, reaching up to fondle her breasts and meeting her eyes in the mirror. “Like it?”
“Tim,” she breathed, shocked. “This is incredible, where did you— how—“
He shrugged, grinning at their reflections and pinching her nipples lightly. “Zendaya pulled some strings.”
“But why?” Lea asked, shellshocked, watching the way the blue stone sparkled with every movement she made, every breath she took.
He kissed her neck, one of his hands trailing down between her legs, rubbing her clit idly, almost lazily. “Because I saw it and immediately thought of my beautiful girlfriend, whom I adore. I wanted to see you wearing it. Preferably naked.”
She arched into his touch. “God, Tim, I—“
“I love it when you say my name like that,” he growled, sucking a hickey into the skin of her neck and dipping a finger inside her. “Look at how wet this pussy is. You gonna be a good girl for me, hm?”
“Yes,” she moaned pleadingly, watching him touch her in the mirror. “I will, I promise—“
“Of course you will, sweetheart. You’re gonna let me fuck a baby into you, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” she gasped, rolling her hips as he started to rub her clit faster. “God, yes, I want your baby, I want you to get me pregnant, please—“
“I know you do,” Tim growled in her ear, the hand on her breast migrating to her stomach. “I know you do. And I will. As soon as you graduate, Lea, you’re never taking birth control again, understand? Gonna keep you pregnant all the time. All the fucking time. You’ll stay in my bed, waiting for me with your legs wide open so I can fuck my fill whenever I want. Isn’t that right?”
“Yes,” she moaned, half at the attention he was paying her clit and half at the image he painted in her mind: herself, heavily pregnant and waiting for him to come home and use her to pleasure himself, him fucking baby after baby into her, she’d give him more children than any other woman, she’d please him more than anyone else, she would, she had to. “I need—“
“I know what you need, angel,” Tim crooned. “Such a slut for it, aren’t you? Dirty little thing, so empty without my cock to fill you up and keep you satisfied. Just a pretty little hole for my pleasure.”
“Yes,” she whined. “Yes, Timothée, I’m yours, I’m yours to use.”
Tim groaned. “Then bend the fuck over.” He pushed her forcefully onto the counter. It was pretty deep, so he was able to get her entire torso up onto the black-and-white marble without any issue, her legs dangling freely. Gripping her hair so firmly her scalp stung, he met her gaze in the mirror, leaning forward to whisper in her ear. “Beg for it.”
“Your cock,” she whined, wiggling her hips and kicking her legs, trying in vain to pull him closer, get him inside her. “I need it, I need it, so empty without you, wanna be filled, fill me up, give me your cock, please—“
He smirked. “Good girl.” With that, he stood back up and slammed into her with a loud moan. “Fuck, Lea,” he grunted, immediately setting a brutal pace that had her body jolting against the cool marble, her breasts pressed against it and the pendant dangling between them. “No one feels the way you do. No one’s this fucking tight.”
“Harder,” she moaned, even as his hips slammed against her ass bruisingly. “God, Timothée, harder—“
He grasped her hair and jerked her head up again so he could meet her eyes in the mirror. His hair was falling in his face as he kissed her neck wetly, her body jolting with his every thrust. “You see us, baby? You see who owns you?”
Nodding despite the tug on her scalp, Lea clawed at the counter uselessly, moaning as he took her. “You do, you do,” she chanted desperately. “You own me, I exist for you, I swear, I’m all yours, I’m your slave, just don’t stop—“
He pulled back, letting her fall forward onto her arms again, smacking her ass sharply, and she yelped at the sting. “Bad girl,” he scolded. “You don’t get to tell me what to do, remember? I give the commands, you obey them.”
“Yes, yes,” she moaned, reveling in the delicious way he was stretching her. “God, you’re so big—“
“You take me so well, babydoll,” Tim crooned, his gentle tone at odds with the punishing way he was thrusting into her. “You’re doing such a good job, taking my cock like the dirty little thing you are, clenching around me like a whore, desperate to be filled.”
“I am,” she whined. “I am desperate for you, I need this, I need this, fuck, I love you so much—“
Lea hadn’t even realized what she’d said; the words had just slipped out without her consent. He froze, his hand stopping its movements along her back. “What did you say?” he asked lowly.
Realizing her mistake, her heart stopped. Or maybe it pounded harder, she wasn’t entirely sure. “I… um…” She gulped nervously, unsure of how to get out of this situation.
Tim gripped her hips firmly, possessively, his fingertips digging into her skin. “What. Did. You. Say?” he demanded.
She felt his gaze on her in the mirror, but she didn’t meet it, choosing instead to keep her head down. “I’m in love with you,” she said softly. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to, I—“
He laughed in disbelief. “You— you what?”
Tears filled her eyes, because he was laughing at her, at her feelings for him, and she was about to turn around as best she could and shove him away from her when he pulled out of her, snatched her up off the counter, and before she’d even had a chance to register the sudden movement, she’d been tossed onto his bed.
Tim climbed on after her, crawling towards her slowly like a predator stalking its prey. “Don’t apologize for that,” he said darkly. “Don’t ever apologize for that. Understood?”
Lea nodded rapidly, breathlessly, unsure of what to make of this reaction.
“Don’t look so scared,” he reassured her as he caged her in with his arms. “Loving me,” he went on, “is not something to fear.”
“It’s not?” she asked shakily, the terror of what she’d just revealed to him swirling in her stomach.
“No,” Tim insisted. “No, of course not. You don’t have to be scared of anything with me, but especially not that.”
“Why?”
“Because I’m in love with you, too.”
Her heart soared, a smile breaking out on her face. “You— you are?”
He gazed down at her adoringly, his smile matching her own. “Of course I am, angel. I’m desperately, hopelessly in love with you.” He kissed her neck, fiddling with the stone hanging from the necklace. “Why did you think I got you this?”
“I— I don’t know,” Lea stuttered.
Reaching down to spread her legs open for him to settle between, he said, “Because I love you. Because you're mine and I love you and I want everyone who sees you wearing it to know how very, very loved you are.”
She wrapped her arms around him, pulling him close. “I’ve always been yours, Tim.”
He smiled, cupping her cheek and leaning down to kiss her softly, sweetly. “You’re mine,” he agreed against her lips, “and I’m yours.”
Tim ran his hands over her body, cupping her breasts, thumbing her nipples, squeezing her hips. When he slid back into her, she gasped out a breathless, “I love you.”
He resumed fucking her, leaning back down to kiss her hungrily. “I’m so happy you love me back. You’re everything to me.” He stroked her cheek, setting a rough pace again. “Everything.”
“You’re everything to me, too,” she moaned, arching up into him, eagerly meeting his thrusts.
“Say it again, Lea,” he begged, mouthing at her neck. “Tell me you love me again.”
“I love you,” she gasped out, her breasts bouncing from the force of his thrusts despite the way their chests were pressed together. “I love you so much, I’m so in love with you—“
“Yes,” he groaned, gripping her hair with one hand and reaching down to hold her hip in place with the other. “Yes, you’re mine, this pussy is all mine, I own you, my love, mon amour—“
She turned her face slightly so she could press a kiss into his curls. “Every part of me belongs to you, Timothée,” she whined, writhing beneath him from how good he was making her feel. “My pussy, my boobs, my— my womb, my heart, my very soul belongs to you.”
“Fuck,” he moaned, propping himself up on his elbows to kiss her again. “I never knew just how much I wanted that until I heard you say it.”
Giddy with the overflowing adoration she felt for him, Lea smiled into their kiss, threading her fingers into his curls.
“Mon amour,” he murmured against her lips, still driving into her. “Promise me something, my love. Please.”
She beamed at the notion of being able to do something for him, to give him something he wanted. “Anything, Timothée. I’d give you anything.”
He smiled down at her, brushing her hair from her eyes. “Just don’t leave me. Can you promise me that?”
Lea giggled, meeting his thrusts and pulling him down for another kiss. “Always, Tim,” she swore. “I’ll always be yours. I’m not going anywhere. Not ever.”
“Thank god,” he groaned, peppering her face with kisses. “I love you, I love you, I love you—“
“I love you, too,” she moaned, arching her back when he grasped one of her breasts, squeezing it roughly. “Please, I want more, I want more of you, don’t stop—“
His other hand found her hip, and he gripped it possessively. “Never,” he growled. “I’m never stopping. You are mine.”
“Yes,” Lea gasped, clutching at him desperately. “Yes, I’m yours.”
“I wanna cover you in bruises,” he groaned, sucking another hickey into the flushed, sensitive skin of her throat. “I wanna hold you down and show you who owns your pussy, who owns all of you, every part of you belongs to me, every fucking part—“
“Fuck,” she whined, rolling her hips upwards, eager for more of the exquisite pleasure he was giving her. “I’d never forget who owns me. I exist for you.”
“Good girl.” His teeth grazed her neck, and he trailed his mouth further down her body so as to capture her nipple between his lips, suckling deeply.
“Fuck!” Lea exclaimed, arching into the sensation, holding his face to her breast, wanting more. “God, right there, Timothée, right there—“
He growled around her nipple, nibbling on it lightly. “Wanna make you cum,” he told her, reaching between them to rub at her hypersensitive clit. “Wanna feel your pussy clench around me before I fill you up.”
“Yes, yesyesyesyesyes—“
He reached up and looked her in the eye, gripping her throat firmly just beneath her jaw. “Say my name,” he demanded. “Say my fucking name. Tell me you love me. You’re my slave, my cockslut, and I wanna hear how much you love it, how much you love me.”
“I love you,” she keened as he rubbed her clit faster. “I love you, Timothée, I love you, I’m so in love with you, oh, please—“
“That’s it, baby,” he groaned, kissing her again. “You gonna cum for me?”
“Yes,” she gasped pleadingly, her walls starting to spasm around him. “Yes, I’m gonna cum, you’re gonna make me cum—“
“Good girl,” Tim praised lowly. “That’s it. Cum for me. Tell me you love me when I make you cum.”
Her back arched, her body freezing up as she came, forcing out an, “I love you—“ with a desperate moan.
She was dazed from the orgasm he’d ripped from her when his mouth found hers, but she kissed him back lazily, running her fingers through his hair as he fucked into her roughly.
“Gonna cum, gonna cum, god, Lea, I’m gonna cum—“ he chanted into her mouth.
“Yes,” she breathed in soft encouragement. “Cum in me, Tim. Please.”
He wrapped his arms around her, clutching her against him with a groan before collapsing against her, panting into her neck and kissing one of the hickeys he’d given her, his lips grazing the necklace.
They lay there holding each other for a few minutes, and she cherished the way he nuzzled her, pressing gentle kisses onto any skin he could reach. When he finally rolled off of her, he kissed her nose with a heart-stopping grin, and she watched as he strolled into his bathroom.
Tim returned a few minutes later with a wet washcloth. He cleaned her up before plopping back down on the bed with her, pulling her body up against his. “Did you mean it when you said you loved me?” he asked softly, brushing her hair from her eyes.
“Yes,” Lea breathed.
His face split into a grin, and he kissed her softly, slowly. “I love you, too.” He closed his eyes, resting his forehead against hers and running a hand up and down her side as he hummed a tune she didn’t recognize. “Your touch paralyzes me in the morning,” he sang softly, “and I don’t want you to go.” Lea watched him as he sang to her, wondering what the song was from. “Sincerely yours, forevermore.” With that, he wrapped his arm around her, pulling her close to him and burying his face in her curls.
“What was that from?” she asked, playing with his hair absentmindedly.
“Scott showed me a song,” he said, nuzzling her affectionately. “Made me think of you.”
Lea laughed in disbelief. “Seriously?”
“Mhm.” He kissed her neck. “My Lea, my love.”
She giggled. “What other songs make you think of me?”
He considered this for a moment before starting to hum again; a different melody this time. “The mere sight of you,” he sang in her ear between kisses, “you’re like the sunrise, and it’s like you know me.” His arm tightened around her waist. “And I’m so lost in a dream,” he continued. “When I sleep, there you’ll be. You’re such an angel, in your halo.” He stopped humming then, choosing to focus on kissing her neck instead. “I love you so much, Lea.”
“I love you, too,” she told him, pulling him closer. “More than anything in the world.”
He kissed her then, slow and lazy, and when Lea returned it, she poured every ounce of love and adoration she felt for him into it.
And then his phone rang. “Ugh,” he groaned, resting his forehead against hers.
Laughing softly, she pressed a swift kiss to his lips. “It might be important,” she pointed out.
“You’re right, you’re right,” he grumbled, the words sounding very much like a complaint as he rolled over onto his back to grab his phone. “It’s Crystal,” he sighed.
Her heart stopped. Crystal as in his wife?
Settling back down, Tim answered the call and put his phone to his ear. “Hey, babe,” he greeted. “What’s up? Is Elle okay?”
He stroked her bare side idly, thoughtlessly. Lea didn’t know what to think.
“Yeah,” he answered a question she couldn’t hear, “I’m with Lea right now.”
He smiled at her then, and she smiled shakily back at him. She hadn’t been aware his wife knew who she was, but she—Crystal, that is—was his primary partner. Of course she knew who Lea was.
“Yup,” he said happily, “almost three months now.”
With that, he took her hand, twining their fingers together, and she realized he was talking about their relationship. He was telling his wife how long they’d been together.
“Sure,” he agreed even as he brushed a kiss to Lea’s knuckles, “I’ll see you Saturday, then. Uh huh. Love you, too. Bye.”
With that, he hung up, and Lea couldn’t breathe all of a sudden.
He told her he loves her, he told her he loves her, he told her he loves her, he told her he loves her, he told her he loves her, he told her he loves her—
“Now,” he began with a grin, “where were we?” He leaned back in to kiss her, and Lea felt repulsed, because yeah, this was Tim, and she loved him, of course she did, but she was very quickly realizing that he didn’t love her. Or at least, he didn’t love her the way she loved him. Maybe he loved her on some level, but he wasn’t in love with her. He couldn’t be. She ached for him so intensely, yearned for him with every breath she took— just him and no one else, and he… he could fuck any reasonably attractive girl he met.
How many others had he claimed to be in love with recently?
She backed away as he tried to kiss her, not wanting him putting his hands on her.
God, how could she have been so stupid? He’d literally been inside another woman when she’d gotten there, and she’d believed him when he said he was in love with her? How stupid was she?
“Lea?” he asked in surprise. “What’s wrong, mon amour? What is it?”
“How am I supposed to be okay with this?” she asked, her voice soft and shaky.
Tim’s brow furrowed in confusion. “Okay with what?”
She sat up, raking a hand through her hair. “You fucking other girls,” she said impatiently. “Your— your fucking wife calling you while we’re in bed together, you telling her you love her! How am I supposed to be okay with any of that?”
He sat up with her, concern evident on his face. “Lea,” he said slowly, “are… are you jealous?”
She scoffed. “Of course I’m jealous! I’ve always been jealous!”
“Well…” he hedged, sounding unsure of what he wanted to say, “why didn’t you tell me?”
She scoffed again. “What, I fall in love with my best friend who’s married with a kid, eight girlfriends besides me, plus however many other girls at his disposal and I’m just supposed to… explain to you how I’m feeling? What was I supposed to say, that I wanted you to myself?”
“Yes!” he insisted incredulously. “Yes, of course you should tell me that!”
Lea was crying by this point, and she couldn’t seem to stop. He reached for her, and she lurched back from him as if his touch would burn her skin. “I would’ve lost you!” she snapped. “I didn’t want that! I was already so in love with you I couldn’t think about anything else, and if I had told you how I felt, I would’ve lost you.”
He clenched his eyes shut briefly. “Fuck, I’m sorry, I… I didn’t know. I’m in love with you, too. I really am.”
Bitter, angry laughter sputtered out of her lips. “No you’re not.”
He frowned. “What do you mean I’m not? Of course I am.”
“You’re not in love with me,” she said flatly. “You’re not in love with anyone. I don’t think you’re even capable of it.”
Tears filled his eyes at that. “How could you say that?” he demanded. “How could you even think that?“
“Because you fuck every girl in sight, Tim,” she snapped. “Do you say you love them, too?”
He was silent for several seconds. “Not everyone I sleep with. Just a few of my girlfriends. Crystal, too.”
Lea stared at him incredulously. “Then you’re not in love with me or any of the others,” she told him flatly.
“I am in love with you, though,” he insisted, reaching for her again and wincing when she backed away from him. “I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”
She stood up with a scoff. “What, and spend the rest of my life as part of your little harem? Is that what you want? No fucking thank you.”
“Look,” he said hastily, “I know— I know it can be a bit much at first, but I promise you’ll get used to it. You never have to meet the others if you don’t want to. I’ll show you how much I love you. Don’t go, Lea. Please.”
She wasn’t listening to him. She didn’t want anything he’d gotten her. She didn’t want anything he’d spent money on. She wanted her own clothes, ones she’d bought herself. With this in mind, she walked around to the other side of his bed and into one of his two ridiculously huge walk-in closets.
Moving to standing in front of a large built-in set of drawers, she opened the top one and took out several articles of clothing she’d left there several months prior.
Tim had followed her into the closet, and was babbling something or other about how he loved her, how he adored her, blah blah blah. What the fuck ever. It was such bullshit, and she was over it. She didn’t wanna hear about how he loved her. Not if he didn’t, really. Which he didn’t. He couldn’t.
Lea was crying, and she knew he was, too, but she was determined. She wasn’t going to let him lie to her, and if it wasn’t a lie, then she wasn’t going to play along with his delusions.
Once she was dressed, she grabbed a pair of shoes from the drawer, eternally grateful to her past self. Moving around him back into his room wordlessly, took off the ring earrings, and bracelet, reaching behind her neck and unclasping the necklace. It was beautiful; gorgeous, really, and she almost hated to give it back to him, but there were plenty of other girls he could give it to.
When she dropped it on his bed, he made a choking sound that she ignored, grabbing her phone and shoving it in her pocket as she started towards the elevator. “Lea, baby,” he was begging tearfully, “we can talk about this, you don’t have to go, you promised you’d never leave me—“
She pressed the down button before turning to face him, tears streaming down her cheeks. “You can…” She took a deep, shuddering breath before continuing. “You can have your wife and your kids. You can have your baby mamas and your harem.” He was staring at her in wide-eyed shock, but she still said, “But you can’t have me, too. I’m done.”
And then the elevator door opened, and she was gone.
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Stars Tiara by Colette Jewelry - diamonds set in white gold
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Celeste Cook Lookbook
I've never made a lookbook for a sim before so when I made this sim, Celeste, I loved her so much that I decided to show off all of her outfits.
Here is the CC list and my gallery ID. CC can be found mostly on TSR and Patreon but I recommend just using Google to find each piece. Some may be VIP on TSR:
Everyday:
Sims3melancholic Highlight 19 MM
Greenllamas Gossip Nico Rings R
Sifix Crystal Dress
Rusty 211105 Pearl Flower Earring
Serenity Eva Necklace
Rusty 210816 Shoes for Kate
Urban Nails Classic French Long Matte
Moonlight-sim Tattoo Set 2
Greenllamas Opal Hair
Sagittariah Rosie Eyeshadow
Merci Coffee Lipstick
Sims3melancholic Blush N3
Divinecap Howlite Non Default Eyes
Sims3melancholic Verona Skin
LadySimmer Wild Child Eyeliner
Sims3melancholic Eyebrows #35
Arethabee Marija Bracelet
Greenllamas Alexa Hair
Kijiko Eyelash YF Version 2
Pralinesims Cleavage Overlay Pack N01
Obscurus Eyes Presets 5f
Lutessasims Nose Presets
MonarchPresets Stanky Lip Preset
Formal:
S-Club 3D Eyelashes F Snow
Savvy.Sweet Alisha Afro
Rusty 210816 Jewelry VII Earring
JulHaos Eyeshadow #69
Rusty 210816 Jewelry VII Necklace
Sifix Eden Dress
Athletic:
Madlen Lea Outfit
Madlen Kylie Sneakers
ArethaBee Lily Hair
Sleep:
GoodChillsStudio Sleepwear MM Apr22 Lace Robe Lingerie Provence
Rusty 220501 Audrey V White Wedding Shoes W/O Ribbon
Party:
JulHaos Lipstick #76
S-Club 3D Eyelashes V1 Bassis
Sentate x HFO x Joliebean Polly Sandals
Goppolsme GOLD Eyeshadow CC 04
Joliebean Malibu Necklace V2
JoanCampbellBeauty Penelope Long Dress
Arethabee Crush Earrings
Imvikai Lana Hair
Swim:
Joliebean x HFO x Sentate Confetti Hair v1
Joliebean Coconut Water Bikini Bottom and Top
Hot Weather:
Sifix Darla Dress
Sagittariah Rosie Eyeshadow
Greenllamas Maple Hair
Cold Weather:
Madlen Colette Outfit
Sentate Simone Boots
Blender scene by SLFJ Productions
ID: revengelovers
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Colette Roberts - Style
We are all bohemian chic in this house. Is it bright? Is it colorful? Does it have cute lace or a pattern? She owns it. Doesn’t exactly like the feel of tight fitting clothing, so she only opts for that in special occasions if she has to. Otherwise, it’s free flowing, comfortable, breathable and fun. Prefers to go barefoot, but... she does own cute sandals and boots. LOTS of big, chunky dress-up jewelry
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My land in SL is on the Southeastern Bypass on the Zindra continent, and every so often I like to walk along it and see the sights. The other day I was walking along and came to the end of the road. Just off to the side was a lounge chair, and I thought it was the perfect place to show off my new bikini. Sort of going for a goth or rockabilly look. Though it's a chilly December in RL, it's always easy to find some place sunny in SL.
Avatar: Maitreya Lara ver. 5.3
Head: LeLutka Evo X LAKE ver. 3.1
Skin: KG Colette with KG Freckles
Hair: ETD Abigail
Bikini: Denude Me Sofia
Jewelry: Livido Valentine's collar and earrings (OpenCollar)
Shoes: Jayne's Maitreya High Heels with Bows
Location: The Ass End of SL
Date taken: December 10, 2022
Viewer: Firestorm
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