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Tim was four days into a sleep deficit so he felt that to say that this predicament was his fault was a bit of a reach.
For it to be his fault he would have had to cognizant of the last 16 hours.
All he wanted to do was take a power nap in the nearest closest durring the Waynetech gala but nooo Bruce had to be taken hostage by the Joker.
So he did what he thought would work best and shoved uncle Clark into the nearest emergency bat storage and told him to suit up.
Maybe he looked a bit more confused than normal but they didn’t need a reporter they needed Batman!
That being said wasn’t uncle Clark supposed to be off-world?
Oh no.
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Jack honestly had no clue what was happening for the last six months so when he was told to be Batman he merely just shrugged as the frankly exhausted teen left him to his own.
With his son turning out to be part ghost to the government hunting down his said son and having to move shop halfway across the continent.
This might as well happen.
Grinning like a kid on Christmas, Jack plopped on the finishing touch.
“Oh Danno is not going to believe this!”
Raising a cloaked arm with a flourish Jack struck a pose.
“Alrighty Jack enough messing around! Time to save the party, Fenton style!
Shifting his feet, Jack took a deep breath before smoothing his face the best he could. After all, couldn’t have a smiling Batman! Before walking out the room and taking running leap through the wall to the streets of Gotham before grappling to the nearest building.
#this is the one time the media suspects that Superman had taken Batman’s place#that night has quite an interesting story#with several highlights like#Jack taking out half a block of electricity with a batarang#jack messing up his grapple twice#several walls suddenly gaining a Fenton sized hole#and Jack unleashing a whole pack of eco-weenies on several thugs#all while the batfam is desperately trying to find Jack and save their dad at the same time#jack actually does save Bruce and bridal carries him throughout Gotham before leaving him on roof of the gala#writing prompt#dp x dc#I kept most of the Fenton family as vague as I could so you guys could make your own conclusions#why was Jack at the gala? Why it was to honor him of course#he has just changed the game for clean energy#and blew the entire secrecy around GIW while he was at it#writing prompts
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Auburn Traditions (Damian Wayne x Reader)
summary: After your wedding, Damian spends the night finding his name in your bridal henna. In the safety of your presence, he can share his true feelings to you.
word count: 1,550~
warnings: none
Special thanks to @quillsareswords for bouncing ideas around until this fic was born.
I am soft for this man. This is the mushiest thing I've written in so long. Literally kicking my feet writing this.
It came as no surprise when Damian popped the question.
You two flourished beside each other, growing individually in the comfort of each other’s embrace. For years you stood beside Damian. Through high school you helped him study every exam season, said quick greetings in the halls, and even helped him find all his classes his first year. In college you motivated him through finals, went to every pesky orientation, and cheered the loudest when he walked across the stage one final time.
Almost in tandem, Damian returned the favor. He asked you to Prom your senior year, holding up a shy bouquet of flowers and a corsage. He attended every performance of yours, big or small, because the mere presence of him was more support than you could ever wish for. Damian dragged you to bed on long nights and held you through so many tough ones, never letting go through it all.
You moved out together years later after you found the perfect forever home and finally made it yours. The walls were painted deep into the night, muted tones swiped onto his nose only for him to fling it back at you. Together, Christmas lights were hung across the house year after year as you danced to the upbeat tunes in your own living room while the fireplace warms you up after a long day in the snow.
So when Damian kneeled before you, his heart pouring out of his chest as he spoke words of reflection and his own green eyes shining with affection, you had to say yes. A year of bliss with Damian Wayne, your fiancé, soon to be husband. You carved out a section of this chaotic world and made it your own, a section full of adoration and unwavering love.
The wedding night was one to remember. It was an extravagant night filled with family, music, and laughter. Damian couldn’t keep his eyes off his bride for very long, far too many of the wedding photos showed Damian’s soft gaze towards you.
Your vows were heartfelt and private, opting to say your true feelings in the comfort of each other and no one more. Damian Wayne, the man of very few words, had the most poetic words fall from his lips that day. Damian Wayne, the man with ironclad emotions, cried in front of you when the vows continued forward—not that he’d ever admit that, but you knew.
So here you were, the wedding night bliss still radiating off of you as you sat in front of Damian—your husband—on your shared bed. Your outfits were hung up ages ago, torn off the second you could and changed into something more cozy with softer fabrics and looser seams. Bobby pins were scattered across the bathroom sink as you let your hair rest. Damian’s own hair was ruffled, the gel long since worn off.
Neither of you minded, no amount of makeup or luxurious outfits could make Damian fall for you any harder than he already has.
“You’re really intent on finding it,” you commented playfully, your voice dipped into softer volume. Your hands rested in his, decorated in vibrant amber. Delicate florals weaved their way across your fingertips and palms, vines twirled across the negative space until their leaves grew on your hands. Mother Earth herself had kissed your hands and let her beauty flow across your skin—her own blessing to the marriage.
Henna: a tradition that was nothing short of mesmerizing. You remembered the day Damian asked for this, a small portion of his heritage incorporated into the best night of his life. And of course, you said yes, accepting every part of him happily.
His hands traced along the arabic style that seeped into your skin, spaced out leaves and florals that left a gorgeous amount of free space to show off your own beautiful skin. It wasn’t nearly as intricate as Mehndi, for this style of henna focused on the palms to bring in love and cherish memories. But every dot on your skin was as fascinating as the one before it, carefully placed into a beautiful design.
“Of course,” Damian responded, his gaze incredibly focused on the detailed pattern on your hands. He flipped over your hands to look at the top. “The fate of the marriage rests on this moment.”
You snorted, “You just don’t want to admit that I’m the dominant one in the relationship.”
Damian tsked, “You wish.”
“Well,” you looked over at the clock, “you have five minutes before that superstition comes true. Better hurry up, bird boy.”
“There’s no need to rush me, I will find it before the night is over.”
You hummed in disbelief, a playful tone falling from your lips. The room fell to comfortable silence once more, the only sound was the soft breathing that landed onto the tips of your fingers.
His hands were so gentle as they touched yours, a faint warmth emitting from his own hands and transferring to yours. Even as he turned your hands this way and that, his fingertips traced along the design. The touch was feather-light, almost tickling the surface of your hand.
He never touched with much pressure. Even though the dye was a deep rich color, beautifully stained on your hands and wrists, he didn’t dare to wear it thin. Talia herself told you every tradition as she crafted the henna on your hand, happy to play such a significant role in her son's marriage—and welcoming you to the family? She was overjoyed to receive that call.
So when your henna turned into a darker tone overnight, you immediately knew the deep connection between you and Damian was gorgeously on display. The color signified more than just love and an unwavering bond, but it also represented your place beside your new family, and the love you will surely receive from them.
“You look beautiful with this on, Zawjati,” he spoke just barely above a whisper, as if the amber design had Damian mesmerized. The words fell from his lips absent-mindedly, a new term of endearment taking flight in an instant. The gesture meant more to him than he could ever explain, from the reconnection to understanding, all the way to acceptance, his heart was unbelievably full.
You glanced up at him, your eyes met the softened gaze of a man so deeply in love, the rest of the word slipped away. That gaze conveyed more to you than any poetic vow.
Your heart was equally as full. His simple wedding band was smooth against your fingers, the new shimmer of metal was vibrant against the tan of his skin. Your own traditions having melted into the wedding with the rings, a permanent symbol of the promise Damian made to you each and every day: to love and cherish you.
“That’s a new one,” you said, pushing past the breathless feeling in your lungs.
He rolled your fingers in his and sparks flew up your chest just like the first day you met him, even after all these years. He hummed in question, his eyes scanning the patterns with deep concentration.
“Zawjati,” you continued. “What does that one mean?”
Damian shifted slightly, not uncomfortably so, but as if his brain was mulling words around behind his eyes so his body swayed on instinct. “My wife.”
The smile that broke across your face happened in an instant, a full gleam of happiness filled your body that you couldn’t possibly contain. “Oh?” you teased, as if the words didn’t burrow themselves in your chest to create blossoming trees, “I’ve upgraded now.”
The corner of his lip ticked upwards so slightly you wouldn’t have caught it if you weren’t staring. There was a tint of your lipstick stained on his lips that you didn’t notice before. His fingers toyed with yours, they slipped in between yours with a ticklish touch.
“I’ve been wanting to call you that for years,” he said it so simply, like that profession didn’t take the air out of your lungs and make your heart flutter alongside it.
“Years?” you breathed out, stunned by his words. You knew his love for you was profound, but to be looking forward to spending the rest of his life with you for years? Your head whirled from the whiplash.
“Yes.” Just as simply as the words that came before. “My heart knew who it belonged to the second you entered my life. You were the only one who ever saw me for who I really was, not who I could become. You were the only one who made me look forward to living, not for the sake of saving lives to simply do it again the next day, but to keep coming home to you.”
“You make the future seem possible. You,” he breathed, “you make me want to be better, not because I have to, but because I truly want to. That is why I’ve always been more partial to the other translation of Zawjati.”
The word rolled off his tongue and your heart danced. “And what’s that?”
His thumb swiped across your pulse point where his name was imprinted on your skin in subtle cursive, easily blending into a vine. He gently brought the point to his lips.
“My better half.”
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#Damian Wayne x reader#Damian Wayne x you#Damian Wayne x y/n#robin#Damian wayne#robin x reader#robin x you#robin x y/n#Arab Damian wayne#bridal henna#fluff#batfam#batfamily#batboys#dc#dc comics#batman
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Batman and Superman | Justice League 1x01
#THIS IS JUST EPISODE ONE#already carrying him bridal style#justice league 1x01#justice league#batman#bruce wayne#superman#clark kent#superbat#batman/superman#superman/batman#bruce x clark#clark x bruce#dc#dc comics
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When Steph and Cass get married they don’t take the last name Brown (Daddy Issues™️) or Cain (Daddy Issues Prime™️) or even Wayne (Steph absolutely REFUSES to become a Wayne nosirree), but a secret fourth thing (Gordan).
#BARBRA GORDON IS CASS’ MAMA AND TO AN EXTEND STEPH’S TOO OKAY#yes Steph still has Crystal but yall can NOT tell me she didnt lowkey look up to Babs as a secondary mom figure#the only one who is in on the jig is Kate bc shes officating the whole thing bc DUH and the way she fucken WHEEZZEEDDD when Steph explained#the way Kate would stand at the podium and anounce with such a smug grin#looking DIRECTLY at Bruce#‘I pronounce you…. MRS STEPHANIE AND MRS CASSANDRA GORDAN!’#the sheer fucken UPROARRRR#Steph LAUNCHES herself into Cass’ arms and kisses her senselessly as her now wife effortlessly carries her in a bridal carry#babs takes a second to process before instantly losing her NIND bc oh these crazy kids did NOT no no shes not crying#(she is. she so is. her date Dinah is handing her a hankerchief)#the batbros minus dami are hollering and cheering bc YEAHHHH STICK TO THE MANNNN#dami himself is dismissive and muttering about how could anyone throw away the wayne name like this#(on the inside he actually thinks this is pretty funny and must admit Barbra’s last name is a worthy rival to the Wayne name)#Bruce. Bruce is stunned. shell shocked. this girldad just lost his fav kid his princess#Jim is just having a damn good time bro is clapping Bruce on the back and having a good laugh over it all#also does this mean he has two honorary grandkids? no? well suck it bruce theyre my grandkids now#the other gothmanites who were invited like the birds of pret or the gotham city sirens are also all clowning on Brucie Boy#dc#stephcass#cassandra cain#stephanie brown#batfam
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Something something fathers carrying their unconscious daughters in their arms 😭🥹
#special mention of Sarah Miller here#had a gif for her too but she wasn't unconscious#but yes she's amongst the princesses who get to be carried bridal style to safety#dc titans#marvel's agents of shield#the last of us hbo#the originals#coulson and daisy#dick and rachel#joel and ellie#marcel and davina#phil coulson#daisy johnson#dick grayson#rachel roth#joel miller#ellie williams#marcel gerard#davina claire
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THE FLASH and NIGHTWING
in NIGHTWING (2016) #91
#dickwally#birdflash#dick grayson#nightwing#wally west#flash#comics#dc#nightwing comics#nightwing 91#photo#tais toi lys#lys reads comics#*#HEHEHEHEH dick cmon just let wally bridal carry u 🙄 wally doesn't do insane arm workouts for u to be like this fr#piggyback is cute tho 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺#image id in alt text
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Whumptober day 30:
"It's okay just to say 'I'm not okay'."
Borrowed Clothing | Bridal Carry | "Not much Longer…."
Fandom: Bat Family
Prompts used: All
Ive been reading dpxdc but am not confident yet, so heres some OOC Bats, based mostly on Wayne Family Adventures, tried angsting some new people for once! I have only read Duke in WFA so hes probably the most OOC forgive me. But let me know, Id love to hear from ya'll on any of my posts :)
TW for blood and injuries, near death experiences
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"I am never letting you talk me into this again."
Tim glares at the far wall, hanging by his feet, arms tied to his chest. He's in civvies, and his brothers WILL owe him a new outfit after this.
"Oh come on, you were the perfect bait!" Jason's voice comes through the comm, barely holding back his snickers.
"Hush Little-Wing. I'll take you to your favorite coffee place- at a reasonable time- to make up for it BabyBird." Dicks voice is far more sympathetic and even tinged with the anxiety that comes with seeing his brothers in harm's way.
"Then Jay owes me a new outfit." He murmurs a tad petulantly.
"TT, I still think we should have snuck in instead of this, convoluted, plan."
"That would have been fine if we had known where they were located, hence this plan." Duke yawns as he finishes his sentence, pulling a double shift for this case.
"Next time, someone else can be the hostage." Tim grumbles as a headache grows with all the blood rushing to it.
"Whatever you say Timmy." Jason placates mockingly.
"Is anyone else concerned about how long they've left Red Robin alone?" Barbara's exasperated voice comes through the comms, bringing everyone back.
"The lack of blood in my legs should definitely be considered." Tim comments, swinging slightly to try and look around.
"Well, it looks like everyone is-"
"Leaving the building!" Duke cuts Dick off, Jason curses,
"Looks like we got some rats to catch!" He calls, leaping from his hiding spot before the others could react.
"Hang in there Tim, we'll be back!"
"I regret my existence."
"TT is that all?" Damian is a millisecond behind Jason, Dick and Duke give each other an eye roll of comradery, before they are following.
They put up a fight. Seemingly desperate to escape- though it's not super odd- they seem more scared of not being able to leave than of the Bats themselves.
"Not much longer…" The anxious mutter comes from the goon closest to Signal.
He’s quick to pin him, nerves flying in his gut, telling him that they were missing something important.
“Until what?” He pulls his best Batman voice, tired gravel helping him hopefully.
Pinned against the building, Signal doesn’t really need an answer from the goon, the light gives him a glimpse of exactly what he needs to know, but the answer comes anyway,
“B-bomb...”
“Guys, we’ve got a situation! I’m going in for T- the hostage!” Duke catches himself throwing the guy to the nearest Bat, “Find the bomb!” He dashes into the building.
“A bomb?” Tims voice groans, “I am owed several coffees, thank you.”
“Maybe focus on not blowing up first?” Duke's voice is strained, not yet so nonchalant with these types of threats.
“The goons are ready for transport, we’re headed to the device, just stay calm Duke.” Dicks voice is level, and Duke takes a breath to match it.
Tim is partway untied, having been working on it since he’d been hooked, his face is flushed but he gives a lopsided grin- likely to comfort Duke.
“Signal, my man, come to hang out?”
“Har har, let's get you down.”
He steadies him as his feet touch the ground, head spinning and body reorienting, they haven’t even taken a step yet when the whole building shakes, rickety floors and creaky walls groaning with the effort.
“Uh, guys?” Duke cautions, worry skyrocketing again.
“Time to move!”
Duke doesn't need to be told twice, he scoops Tim into his arms with a grunt and finds himself sprinting once more.
“Blushing bride was not on my list.” He mumbles, hand holding his head as the other tires to keep him stable.
“Don't worry, sure it doesn't count when the blood had no other option.”
“You’d be surprised.”
The floor is crumbling as another tremor wracks the old bones of the place. He makes the decision to find the nearest window, taking the Bat route out, and sending a prayer to whoever listened that they all made it out.
“You’re ok… ‘s good…” Blood is a second skin, Jason's jacket torn to shreds as glass and wood alike protrude from his body.
“Todd.. you're…” Damian looks up at the unhooded vigilante, minor damage to himself as he see the crushing weight his brother keeps off him.
“Relax kid… Won't die frem the same ting twice.”
“Jay! Damian!” Dick coughs, the bloody hero shoving at the beams across Jays back until the two can get free. “Are you guys okay?”
“S’fine, lets get baby brat outta here.” The slur comes and goes from his tone, whether from a given effort or otherwise they can't tell. Shifting nearby has them tensing, before a light shines at them,
“Oh thank the Gods.” Duke is dusty but unharmed, moving debris ever so carefully to give them a path out.
“M’place s’closest.” Jason murmurs, leaning heavily on Damian who hadnt moved from his side.
“I can not carry you Todd, stay awake.” The youngest mutters despite his stance.
“M-“
“It's okay just to say ‘I’m not okay’.” Duke interrupts quickly, taking the lead as Dick takes the rear.
“...could be better.” He concedes.
“You are not this much bigger than me. How?” Tim swims in the borrowed shirt and sweats, as does Damian, but neither seems keen to take them off either as they plop onto Jason's couch.
In the kitchen, Duke, Jason and Dick patch each other up carefully, channeling Alfred as best they can until they decide the trip is worth it. Jason grits his teeth as another stitch pierces his skin, Dick muttering a thousand quiet apologies in several languages. Duke keeps his eyes on his own job, if for nothing else than to keep from cringing and hurting Dick.
“We’re bringing the girls next time. This never happens when they're around.” Tim grumbles, ice pack on his face.
“I beg to differ.” Dick mutters.
“Is night shift always like this?” Duke ties off his last bandage and goes about cleaning up.
“Meh.” He gets several, so so hand gestures and a tutt and groans to himself.
“We’re alive, goons apprehended, I'm calling it a win.”
#whumptober 2023#no.30#Its okay just to say i'm not okay.#lyric#borrowed clothing#bridal carry#“Not much longer...”#dc universe#batfam#fic#blood mentions#injuries#near death situations#angst#jason todd angst#tim drake angst#damian wayne angst#duke thomas angst#found family
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24.4.1995
#flickr#1995#washington dc#mannequin#street#shop#bridal#shears#ominous#found photography#webcore#old web#search term: fashion
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You are adding indescribable amounts of fuel to the Batman!Ekko au
I’m glad I could help 😊 🦇
If you have any ideas for the DC/Arcane Au let me know!
#currently manifesting a scene where Ekko bridal carry’s Jinx like how Batman did with Joker#Batman#ekko#arcane#ekko arcane#dc comics#league of legends#Batman au#arcane au#ask fifiophobia#fifiophobia asks#arcane dc comics au
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i have just realized i’ve definitely got a thing for the ‘person falling from a great height gets caught by the love interest swooping in’ trope. i blame comics
#idk it’s about the being saved!!#who doesn’t want to see their fave rescued from certain death by a hero swooshing in?#also. it’s about the bridal carry#dc#dc comics#ig??#this is absolutely#batman#superman#batfam#batfamily#superfam#spider-man#marvel#off the top of my head relevant to these parties
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Stop motion wedding
Created using still images, Timelapsed.
#PhotoFlow by Julian Mackler
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Batman #44 (2018) Joëlle Jones Bridal Dress Variant Cover / Mikel Janín Pencils / Tom King Story
#Batman #44 (2018) #JoëlleJones #BridalDressVariant Cover / #MikelJanín Pencils / #TomKing Story "BRIDE OR BURGLAR" Follow Batman and #Catwoman on two separate but parallel paths as their wedding planning kicks into high gear. Selina picks out her dress, and Bruce starts to make arrangements for their new life together—but this being Gotham City, and they being Batman and Catwoman, you can bet that nothing will go as expected! SAVE ON SHIPPING COST - NOW AVAILABLE FOR LOCAL PICK UP IN DELTONA, FLORIDA https://www.rarecomicbooks.fashionablewebs.com/Batman%202016.html#44 #VertigoComics #Vertigo #KeyComicBooks #DCComics #DCU #DCUniverse #KeyIssue #NerdyGifts
#Batman#44 (2018) Joëlle Jones Bridal Dress Variant Cover / Mikel Janín Pencils / Tom King Story#rare comic books#key comic books#dc comics#key comics#dc universe
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You deserve to have MAGICAL Portraits on your wedding day!
#father of the bride#bride#bridalportrait#bridal#destination wedding#wedding photographer#weddingphotoinspiration#weddingphotoideas#wedding#destinationweddingphotographer#fredericksburg#richmond#DC#Charlottesville#FredericksburgPhotographer#RichmondPhotographer#Charlottesvillephotograper#dcouotographer#novaphotographer
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How to Prepare for Lingerie Shopping in Washington DC: For Men
Lastly, start looking for the most promising boutique. You can ask for recommendations and referrals or search the internet in this case. To get the best bridal shop DC, for instance, asking for suggestions from people who may have shopped there can come in handy.
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⋆ ꙳ ✧ ⊹ 。°˖ flickered in the night, only you
for anon ♡
✧ pairing: husband!fyodor x fem reader
✧ cw: dc - somnoph!lia, cr3ampie, wedding night sex :) 18+, minors dni !!
✧ notes: fic 4 for my 1k event!! this kinda got much fluffier than i meant it to sorry hehe
✧ wc: 0.8k
dark content disclaimer: this is entirely fiction with absolutely no reflection of reality! i do not condone this nor any other dc i write, pls just block or unfollow if you don't like it, and do NOT report or leave hate comments please!
It was the night following your wedding and you were currently passed out on the hotel bed, your half-unzipped snowy white wedding dress fanned out across the sheets haphazardly. Your hair had fallen out of its intricate updo hours ago and your makeup was ruined, streams of mascara dried onto your cheeks and lipstick smeared across your mouth. Your husband Fyodor wasn’t in much better shape with his starched white dress shirt torn open with buttons missing, and lipstick kisses covering his body.
The ceremony was beautiful, and the reception was a night like no other, but you truly couldn’t wait for all of it to end to finally be able to consummate your marriage. You and Fyodor were practically tripping over each other to make it into the hotel room in anticipation, your actions guided only by the desperate need to be fucked by your new husband.
The door was barely closed before Fyodor was pushing you against it, kissing you hard and deep in the way he had wished he could at the altar.
He had carried you bridal style to the bed before hiking the skirt of your dress up and fucking you in the way you deserved. Though the buildup was rushed and almost animalistic, the actual sex was slow and heartfelt, thrusting into you slow and deep with endless kisses and I love you’s. You had even started crying at one point, overwhelmed with the emotion of finally vowing the rest of your life to your soulmate. But it had only escalated from there.
You had fucked for hours, both claiming it was vital to consummate a marriage thoroughly, but your body gave up eventually. The long day and innumerable orgasms finally caught up to you, and now you were out cold as Fyodor laid next to you and watched you breathe.
The problem with this was simple: Fyodor wasn’t done yet. His mind was still reeling with the excitement of the day, and his desire for you had yet to wane. But how cruel would it be to demand for you to wake up and provide him with the pleasure he wanted? There was only one answer.
Gently rolling you onto your stomach, Fyodor watched you for any changes in your body language or face to indicate that you were being disturbed. Unsurprisingly, you remained knocked out. He would be quick anyway, just needed to have you one more time before he could wind down enough to sleep.
He slowly pulled your dress up to your hips for just enough access to your cunt that still dripped with his cum from the sessions not much earlier in the night. Your lacy lingerie bottoms had been discarded long ago, leaving you bare and making his life a hell of a lot easier.
Pulling his briefs down he freed his already hard and leaking cock, wincing at the oversensitivity. Soon he was straddling your hips and using his fingers to spread your lips apart to line himself up and sink his cock into your welcoming cunt. His lingering cum and your slick allowed for more than enough lube, and the way he slid in so easily made him groan. The position meant that your hole was clenched tight around him, and he was already getting dizzy. You only continued to lightly snore, still completely unaware of your husband balls deep inside you.
Leaning over you and bracing his arms on the thick duvet he thrusted into you lazily, his body too worn out to manage much else. There was an occasional yelp or whine from you as his cock presumably dragged against your sweet spot, and he could feel the way you gushed around him unknowingly.
“God you are so fucking perfect for me, so tight and wet and giving your everything to me, even in your sleep,” Fyodor groaned, words broken and mumbled. He was getting tired. “My perfect bride.”
It didn’t take long for him to feel the tug in his stomach and twitch of his balls, quickening his pace before he was yet again spilling all of his cum inside you. He would be absolutely shocked if you didn’t end up pregnant after tonight.
Pulling out and tucking himself back into his briefs, Fyodor fell next to you on the bed and gathered you into his arms – as best he could in spite of your hefty wedding dress, anyway. He had gotten exactly what he needed, and his heavy eyelids began to flutter shut as he imagined what the next decades would look like for the two of you. Blissful dreams of your future children and shared goals swirled in his mind as he too finally gave into the exhaustion that consumed him.
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Mini Lolita Fashion History Lesson: MILK
Today, MILK is generally known as an 'otome' or 'girly' brand, and many of their modern items don't look like what modern lolita think of as lolita.
A recent MILK collection
However, in the late 80s and early 90s, MILK was considered to be one of the quintessential Lolita brands.
1990s lolita wearing MILK
In a 1994 zipper interview about the history of lolita fashion the brand representative for MILK states "I think what is now called lolita fashion is the fashion that milk has been making for a long time."
MILK was founded in 1970 by Hitomi Okawa (大川ひとみ). When Hitomi Okawa started as a designer there were not many DC brands yet and ready to wear fashion was really just starting to become more widespread in Japan. Okawa attended an art university in Kyoto because of a love of drawing that started in elementary school. She used to draw illustrations of girls and make things like paper dolls. At the age of 11, she drew many pictures of the same clothes and changed the patterns (polka dots, checks, flowers). She grew up the daughter of a doctor, in an affluent home where her mother would read magazines like Harper's Bazaar with 1950s and 1960s American fashion. She also looked at American fashion catalogs as a child, and cites this study of clothing in magazines and catalogs as her earliest sort of "studying" of fashion.
50s/60s Harper's Bazaar
In addition to drawing inspiration from the 50s & 60s Harper's Bazaar & American clothing catalogs, she also drew inspiration from military uniforms and how they have custom buttons and custom fabric and details like that, as well as current trends in London and Tokyo as the brand continued to develop. When she started however, she says that she was the only one making this sort of cute girly clothing in Japan and she felt like she had to make it because no one else was making what she wanted to wear.
50s/60s Harper's Bazaar
After graduating from Seian College of Art and Design, Department of Design, she started MILK in Harajuku. She wanted to start in the coolest place possible, so she decided on Central Apartment.
MILK Shop Front in the 70s, Central Apartment
She had come to Harajuku when she was either in High School or her first year of University and had stood in the middle of the pedestrian bridge right off Harajuku station, and she looked down at Omotesando and thought "Here is the coolest place, I want to be here!", and that's why she chose that location. The Bridge doesn't exist any more, it was torn down in 2011. She wasn't aware at the time that Central Apartment was a popular place for creators, she just thought that street was nice and that Central Apartment was modern and cool. In a 2021 interview she confessed that she sometimes still goes up to the pedestrian bridge on the Yoyogi Park side and looks at Omotesando, and when she does, she feels the same way she did when she was 20 years old.
Central Apartment (原宿セントラルアパート) was initially an apartment complex built in Harajuku in 1958 at the intersection of Meiji-dori. It was initially built for special international travelers like US military personnel. In the mid 1960s/early 1970s, the lower floors were converted into stores with offices in the upper apartment floors.
The Coffee shop Leon on the first floor was a popular spot with creative people. There were also shops like Mademoiselle Nonnon launched by designer Taro Aramaki which sold French style clothing and lots of horizontal stripes. Mademoiselle Nonnon is considered to be the source of the border (horizontal stripe) trend in Japan.
Initially, "MILK", was expensive and unrealistic for everyday wear, so it was mainly used as a stage costume for idols, however, people started wearing Milk as everyday clothing as time went on.
MILK also experimented with a Bridal line in the 70s as well.
While their runway looks were generally a bit more loud than the way the pieces would have been worn in real life, you can see some prairie revival influence their early 70s items as well as some silhouettes in the '76 collection that are starting to look more lolita-esque.
Here are a few runway examples from the 1980s, note the border print of a carousel in the 1988 collection and the knee length ruffled skirt in the 1982 one.
By the early 1990s, MILK was heavily featured in coordinates worn by young women who considered themselves lolita in magazines like Cutie and Zipper, and was also advertising in those magazines.
1990-1992 Cutie advertisements for MILK
Early 1990s looks from MILK were fairly consistent with what was on offer from similar shops like PRETTY and Shirley Temple.
MILK Coordinates from Nene magazine, 1995
Speaking of Shirley Temple, the founder of Shirley Temple, Rei Yanagawa (柳川れい), worked as a designer for MILK before starting the Shirley Temple children's brand in 1974.
As time went on, lolita fashion started to diverge from the MILK style, while MILK followed their own design concept and look more at current trends in girly fashion. Today, some iconic MILK items like their heart purse are still frequently used in lolita fashion, however, it would be difficult to walk into MILK today and put together a coordinate that would read the same as one made from items at Angelic Pretty.
While goth and punk brands typically have no issue relating themselves to goth or punk fashion, brands popular with lolita have sometimes resisted self-describing themselves as lolita, most likely in an attempt to not alienate non lolita customers, due to lolita fashion having a mixed reputation. MILK, like many other Japanese brands, especially DC brands, maintains that they make MILK style, even though their influence on what we call lolita fashion today, is unmistakable.
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