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murphyhovmand3 · 2 years

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littlefeatherr · 3 years

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Barbara Segal Designer Handbag Series are actually amazing carved stone sculptures

"Eye Candy" - Orange Calcite

"Black Candy" - Portoro Marble

"Arm Candy" - Orange Calcite and Gold Leaf

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lovelylexipedia · 4 years

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Just Friends – Alex Karev x Fem! Reader

Type: Imagine (2,200+ words)

Requested: No

Summary: After being invited to a gala, you beg Alex to accompany you to help soften the blow of your mother's demands of you finding a suitable man.

Warning(s): Grey's Spoilers, Mild Swearing, Smut-ish towards the end

Note(s): You're a Peds nurse, so you and Alex grew close over the years, and your mom is a famous fashion designer. Thank you for reading!

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I sit behind the nurse's station, going over a couple of charts. I drift my index finger over a few lines, then look up to log the information into the desktop computer in front of me. My ears perk up as I hear a familiar voice coming from down the hallway to my left. I look up from the log and spot my best friend and Pediatrics Chief, Alex Karev.

He enters a patient's room and I duck my head down to continue transfering information from the charts that I have. After a few minutes, he comes out and knocks on the marble island in front of my seat.

I look up and give him a sweet smile. "Hey, Karev. What's up?"

"Oh, nothing much. I just wanted to say hi." He smirks, returning the smile.

"Aw, that's so–"

"Ah, just kidding. I just need the chart for 2211. The kid in there is allergic to a few medications and I just need to look over which ones." Alex leans his forearms against the island and scrunches his nose.

"Rude." I roll my eyes before sifting through my pile of charts on my lap and beside me on the desk. I grab it and begin to hand it to him, but then I remember that I need a favor. "Actually," I pull the chart back, looking Alex up and down, "could you do me a favor?"

Alex reaches over for the chart and shakes his head. "You've asked me too many times for me to know that what I'm gonna agree to is gonna be either embarrassing or go down really badly."

I pull my arm back and feign a gasp. "What? No! It's just a simple, teeny-tiny favor, Alex, please!"

"Let me hear it," he grumbles, standing straight and crossing his arms. "This better be quick."

"Okay, so you know how my mom has these galas a couple of times a year to celebrate the brand and their partners?"

"Yes?" Alex drags out.

"Well, she invited me to one and wants me to bring a date. And I was hoping‐"

"No, no no no no no." Alex turns and walks away briskly. I tuck 2211's chart under my arm and I immediately get up to try and follow him.

I trail behind Alex, pouting. "Karev, please! It's just gonna be for a few hours!"

"Don't you have patients to tend to, L/n?" Chief Bailey turns the corner and stops in her tracks, eyeing the chart in my arm. I wince and Alex shakes his head.

"She's being a brat about her Mom's stupid gala," Alex explains as he leans against a wall a few feet down from the nurse's station.

"Am not!" I scoff and shove Karev lightly. He chuckles and finally turns to look at me.

"Well whatever it is, it better not he interfering with patient care. Hurry on." Bailey continues down the hallway, making a few stops in a could rooms along the way.

I give Alex a lopsided smile before continuing to pester him. "Alex, please. My mom really wants me to bring someone."

"Yeah, and that someone should be your boyfriend." Alex raises his eyebrow as if he's challenging me.

"Alex, you and I both know I don't have one of those. Believe me, I don't wanna go either, but the gala's tomorrow. Please? I'll do anything."

"Whatever," he turns and begins walking away, but I quickly catch up to him.

"I'll do your laundry for a week. I'll pay your rent for three months. I'll buy you a suit for tomorrow!" I finally intercept him and stand in front of him, hugging the chart in front of my chest and keeping my arms tight around me.

"Fine. But you're telling your mom that we're just friends. None of this 'fake boyfriend' crap." He points an accusing finger at me and I nod happily.

"Ah, thank you, Alex. Send me your measurements tonight so I can order your suit so we can have it ready for tomorrow!" I hug him briskly and hand him the chart curtly, before rushing back to the nurse's station to finish with the rest of the charts.

———

I knock on Meredith's front door and open my red velvet handbag, searching for the small comb I had packed before I left my apartment.

"Who is it?" I hear Meredith shout from inside.

"Your favorite nurse!" I yell cheerfully. I straighten my dress, it's black with small red roses trailing around the skirt.

A few seconds later, Meredith opens the door and looks me up and down. "Hm, I don't think so..." I scoff and smile, she giggles at her joke and steps aside. "He's figuring out his tie, maybe you should help him. Upstairs bathroom."

I walk in and thank her before making my way up the wooden stairs and to the upstairs bathroom. I knock on the door before entering and swing the door open. "I'm here!"

Alex whirls around from looking at himself in the sink mirror and lets his tie rest on his shoulders. "Jesus Christ, knock much?" He grabs the black fabric from his shoulders and holds it out to me. I leave the bathroom door open a few inches and take the undone tie from his hands.

"Uh, I did knock, Karev. Maybe you're just deaf." I drape the tie around his neck and begin.

"Whatever. Anyway, what time are we heading out of there?"

I pull back, having finished tieing his tie, and gasp, hitting him on the shoulder softly. "We haven't even left for the gala yet and you already wanna leave!"

He chuckles and I smile. Alex turns around to look at himself in the mirror once more. He tries shifting his tie around and I reach my arms over his shoulders to fix it for him.

"Quit it, I wanna do it..."

"It looks fine, Karev, calm down." I scoff and lightly slap his hands away from his tie. "So, you ready to go?" I ask, moving beside him and looking at him through the mirror.

He lifts his chin and turns his head from side to side before nodding and looking back at me through the mirror. "Yeah, let's get this over with, I guess."

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The valet takes my car keys, tipping his head to Alex and me before rounding the front of the car and sitting in the driver's seat.

Alex and I walk up and gawk at the size of the venue. The building is about 5 stories tall and looks large enough to host a carnival and then some. Freshly-cut bushes line the front walls by the large double doors, and leading up to those doors is a mini red carpet. Two men guard the door, while another waits and is taking the names of who is arriving, he stands at a pedestal holding a pen and clipboard.

While marveling at the sight of spotlights dancing along the outside walls, I feel Alex's hand slip into mine. I take a deep breath, It's just the lights, it's just the lights.

Alex nudges me with his elbow, letting go of my hand, making it seem like an accident. "You ready to go in? You've been staring at the stars for a few minutes."

I don't bother correcting him and just nod, looking down at my feet and smoothening out my dress. Others walk past us, mostly couples my mom's age and younger, business partners, former models, employees. All are in their elegant attire, chatting away and it makes me feel small, insignificant.

Alex hooks my arm into his and I smirk slightly as we walk in together. After passing through the security, Alex and I make our way inside and the scenery is just as bright and fancy what was outside.

Another red carpet is lined up, but it instead leads to a large ice sculpture in the center of the building, with three more on the sides of it. Mini chandeliers hang over a few of the tables with the largest at the end of the hall, hanging over the large stage. Tables that seat 8 are sprawled around the venue, around 50 to 70 of them, covered in white table cloth and fixed with a wine glass, plates, utensils, and napkins.

"Oh, shit. This is a gala." I hear Alex mutter under his breath.

"You bet'cha. Crap, I need to find my mom." I bite the inside of my cheek and stand on my tippy-toes for a bit, looking around the large room as we continue to walk in.

"Look at that sculpture, how is it not melting?" Alex continues to marvel at the many exclusive items inside the vicinity while I scour the room for my mom.

"Y/n! Y/n, darling! Over here, honey!" I could hear my mom's voice from across the building. I spot her past the sculpture and right by the stage.

"Okay, Alex, you're gonna stay quiet and only talk when spoken to. If not, we'll be talking for a while and this gala will never end. You understand?"

"Loud and clear, captain." Alex sneers and I elbow him in the side. He crumbles over for a split second and groans before standing up straight again.

I walk up to my mom and smile, my arm still looped in Alex's.

"Y/n, I'm so glad you made it. And who's this?" My mom asks, eyeing Alex up and down.

"Oh this is Alex, my be–"

"–Boyfriend. Nice to finally meet you, Ms. L/n." Alex smiles shortly and shakes my mom's hand.

Boyfriend?

"Boyfriend? You never mentioned anything about a boyfriend, Y/n?" My mom questions, raising an eyebrow and looking me in the eye.

"Well... I was..." I look from her to Alex and bite my lip. "You see, I was going to, but I've just been so busy, y'know, at the hospital." I exaggerate to try changing the subject. I can feel my face going warm and my hands becoming sweaty.

"Okay, okay. I guess it's valid enough. I'm glad you could make it, we missed you at the last one." My mom pouts and rubs my arm, giving it a squeeze before pulling back. "Well, going to go get a drink. Would either of you like something?"

"No ma'am, but thank you." Alex smiles and shakes his head. My eyes almost widen in shock, but I keep my composure.

"Alright, well, I'll be with Ricky and Delilah by the stage if you guys need me. Have fun you two!" She waves a good-bye and makes her way back to the large stage, weaving her way through small crowds of people.

I wait a few seconds before turning to look up at Alex with wide eyes and my jaw dropped. "Why would you do that? Now she's gonna keep asking me questions about you all night!"

"Don't worry about it, just follow my lead, okay?"

"You're supposed to be following my lead! What happened to 'Loud and clear, captain'?"

Alex shrugs nonchalantly, "I got bored."

"You got- You know what, never mind. We just have to get through the first few hours, and then we can sneak out of here."

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I stumble with Alex at my side into the unisex bathroom. I pull us both inside and lock the door.

"Alex, what happened to Following. My. Lead?" I pinch the bridge of my nose and look down, my back against the brown door.

"'Your lead' was about to get us busted. You should be thanking me! I just helped convince your mom you aren't a lonely loser who can't get a guy." He smirks and crosses his arms in front of his chest.

The few glasses of wine make me push him back harder than I intended, which makes him hit the restroom sink on his backside. He groans and rubs his side, probably where the sink jabbed him.

"Hey! No need to get violent! It's the truth!" He jokes, moving off the sink and taking steps toward me.

I laugh loudly and he covers my mouth, pushing me up against the door. "Shush! They're gonna think there's a comedy show in here." Alex whispers, slowly removing his hand from my lips, but not his eyes.

I bite my lip to keep myself from laughing and stare into his eyes, though he doesn't stare back into mine. I notice his hands have moved down to my waist and his fingers are slowly tapping at my dress. He looks up to my eyes, then down to my lips and I nod. Alex kisses me harshly, squeezing my waist as I tug at his dress suit.

We can taste the alcohol on each other's lips, but it doesn't stop either of us.

I can only think of how badly I've wanted this. To be able to kiss Alex Karev without the fear of him not wanting me back. Now that it's happening, I'm praying to God to make it last forever.

Alex moves one hand to my neck, the other on the back of my thigh. He lifts me up and holds me steady, my hands are in his hair and my legs are wrapped around his waist.

We continue making out for a few more seconds before I pull back. "What about 'just friends'?"

"Screw 'just friends'." Alex kisses me again, rougher. He takes a few steps and sits me on the bathroom sink, taking off his suit jacket.

We continue making out until we aren't "just friends" anymore.

#grey's anatomy x reader #grey's abc #grey's anatomy #alex karev #alex karev x reader

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notyetneedcoffee · 4 years

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Date Nights 2

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Smut

New Naughty Series

“That went well.” Pepper sighed once the two of you were in the elevator alone. “I was concerned they would change their mind since Tony, well, blew up the roof garden last time.”

“He didn’t blow the WHOLE thing, just a marble urn.” You fought the smile. Pepper’s charity projects were one of the more fun parts of your gig as her PA. “You knew they wouldn’t say no.”

“I suppose.” She was reading something on her phone. “We’re good for the day. I’ve got to head into the office.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah,” She smiled just as the elevators from the Patron’s Lounge opened on the Sculpture exhibit. “Enjoy the museum.”

“Huh?” You looked up to see Steve leaning against the wall behind the people waiting for the elevator. He grinned at you from under his old baseball cap. “Okay. See ya, Pep.”

Steve’s smile spread as you clasped your hands behind your back, swaying your hips as you playfully sauntered over to him. “That’s a great dress.”

It was new, something you bought to celebrate spring returning. Three-quarter sleeved, tighter at the waist with full, knee-length skirt, it was conservative enough for work. However, the cornflower blue behind spring florals and the buttons running the whole length of the front made it light and flirty. It complimented you well, and you knew it.

“Glad you like it.” You smirked. “What are you doing here? I thought you were up at the Compound.”

He held up a little strip of paper, making a show of reading it. “Take time to appreciate something beautiful.” He looked around the halls of the Met Museum. “Seems like the right spot.”

“You’re adorable.” A giggle escaped.

He pushed off the wall, spinning on his toe and holding out his arm. You took it, happily swinging your small handbag. “Do you care if we head down to the American Art wing first?”

“Wherever you want.” You looked up. “How long have you planned this?”

“Since, ah, breakfast.” He chuckled. “My afternoon opened up and Tony couldn’t shut up about how Pepper kept making him promise not to wreck the next place she found for the benefit party.”

You pulled him behind a large marble statue. Scowling at him, but not seriously. “Did you purposely dig out that slip? That’s not the way it’s supposed to work.”

His hands rested on your hips, pulling you closer. Steve fought to not smile. “No. I just grabbed one.” Your eyes narrowed. He grinned, leaning closer covering your lips with his in a chaste kiss. “I swear. But there’s several that would have worked, if it had been something else we’d do it. I’m not cheating.”

You tried to be stern, until he whined and pulled you closer to kiss your face, your ear, the side of your neck. Giggling, your arms wrapped around him. Steve usually wasn’t one for PDA’s. You weren’t complaining. “Fine. I believe you.”

He laughed, low and privately, as he wrapped his arm around you. “As you should.” Steve began to lead you back through the galleries. “It’s been a while since I’ve been in the Met.” He paused, staring at the enormous screen among the medieval sculptures of religious figures. He guided you to the side.

You followed, admiring the work and enjoying the quiet. The museum was not very busy. In fact, the only two other people in the gallery room you were in slowly made their way out. Steve’s hand drifted from your back to take a firm hand hold of your ass.

Even as you shot him a look, Steve grinned. He stepped behind you, wrapping his arms around you. Hot breath tickled your ear. “So, these buttons could be, ah, convenient.”

His teeth nipped your neck, sending a shiver all the way down your body. His fingers deftly unfastened two buttons just below your hips, and he slipped his hand in your dress to cup your mound. “Steve!” You hissed.

“Shh, Sweetheart. No one’s here.” His tongue playfully danced over your neck.

“Cameras.”

“Not at this angle.” He chuckled. “Don’t move.”

You felt his fingers slip beneath the silk of your panties. You sunk your back deeper into his chest with a whine.

“Mmm, so wet for me.” He purred. You shivered.

Suddenly, Steve stood up straight and efficiently rebuttoned your dress, leaving you panting. The sound of footsteps broke through your fogged brain. Leaning into his chest, you looked up into his mischievous blue eyes. “That was not fair.”

He smiled, licking his fingers slowly. “Oh, we’re just getting started.”

“Oh my god!” You felt your face flush.

He chuckled. “You are so beautiful when you blush.” You pressed your forehead into his strong chest, torn between wanting to smack him and wanting to climb him like a tree. You noticed you weren’t the only one riled by his little stunt, so you snuggled closer to rub yourself against the hardness in his jeans. Steve sucked in a breath, “Damn, woman.”

It was your turn to chuckle. You turned fake innocent eyes on him. “What?”

He laughed, biting it back as it drew the attention of the people who’d joined you in the gallery. Steve’s arm wrapped around you again as he led you through the exhibit, and yet kept you both away from the others. More people milled around the next room. Still, Steve leaned close to your ear. “I can taste you on my tongue. I want more.”

Steve walked you through room after room of beautiful paintings, commenting on the subjects or the style. He watched the others, stealing opportunities to steal kisses, to fill his palm with the swell of your breast, and to whisper filthy promises in your ear.

Eventually, he held you pinned against the wall in a little alcove by a service door. One hand gripped your hip, the other cupped your breast, while he pressed his thigh between your legs. Steve’s deep timber sent heat flowing to your core. “I want to hike this skirt up and bury my face in your sweet pussy.”

Your hands clung to his shoulders beneath his light jacket, whispering into his neck. “Fuck, Steve.” You ground against his denim clad thigh. “I need you.”

“Hold tight, Sweetheart.” His hand cupped the back of your neck. Steve froze. Someone walked by, not noticing your entangled bodied. He released a breath, hot over your skin. “Can’t wait.”

Steve took your hand in his and purposefully marched through the museum. You trailed a little behind, having to take two steps to every one of his long strides. A few people glanced your way, but you didn’t bother to notice their reaction. He pulled his keys out of his pocket even before you made it to the Great Hall. Damn it, why did the parking garage have to be at the other end of the building?

He blew past the elevators and went for the stairs. As soon as the door closed, Steve pulled you close, crashing his mouth to yours in a desperate kiss full of tongue and teeth. He growled, pulling you tight against him, letting you feel how hard and ready he was. You moaned as he lifted you off your feet.

“Come on.” Steve set you down, and you both rushed down the stairs to the parking garage. His SUV was parked in a dark corner of the garage. Steve opened the door for you, but before you could slide in he pulled you to him. Mouth hot and wet, kiss heated and desperate, he pulled at you. He bunched your skirt up in his fist until you felt his bare hands on your ass.

“Need you.” Your voice shook. He tore you panties, fingers sinking into your wetness. You gasped. “Oh, fuck.”

“Yes.” Steve growled, finger pumping against your wall perfectly, knowing your body so well. Wet, sloppy, his fingers pumped. He made you shake. One of your legs came up on the running board, spreading your legs wider for him. When you began to quiver, Steve’s other hand grasped the back of your neck and nipped at the spot on your throat that sent you over the edge.

Biting back a moan, you came over his hand, shaking and grasping his shoulders. Steve unbuckled his belt and you pulled at his jeans until your hand wrapped around his hard cock. He groaned as you stroked him. “I need to be in you, Sweetheart.” Steve pulled your leg over his hip. “Gotta fuck you now.”

A breath exploded out of your body as he plunged into you with one deep thrust. Steve pulled back, slow. You whined. He gripped your ass in one hand, protect your head with other and lifted you against the side of the SUV. Hips snapping hard and fast, Steve pressed his face into your neck. You just held on.

Tension coiled. You moaned. Steve breathed heavy in your ear, “Quiet, love. Ah, fuck. Shhh.”

You bit your lip hard. Fingers pulled on Steve’s hair. He growled, fucking you harder. You practically cried. “I’m gonna come. Steve, oh shit.”

His fingers dug into your ass hard. You bit down on his shoulder, holding back a scream as you came apart. Steve grunted holding you to him tight, burying deep, emptying himself. You clung to him, panting.

A small giggle started, but bloomed into a wicked laugh.

Steve moaned at the way it felt. “What’s so funny?”

“I can’t believe we fucked in the public parking garage?” You giggled in his ear.

He kissed you deep, smiling against your mouth. “You’re just a bad influence on me.”

“Me?” You laughed. “You started it.”

“Well, I’ll have to make it up to you.” Steve lowered you to the ground. You pouted at the loss of his touch, of his weight in you. You could feel the slick of your sex left behind. “Let’s get back to my place. How does a hot bath and dinner in bed sound?”

“Amazing.” You grinned.

He covered your mouth with his one more time before he made sure you were settled in to the passenger seat before running around the driver’s seat. He caught your staring, studying his gorgeous face, lips full and pink. “What?”

“Just taking time to appreciate something beautiful.” You rested your head back. He smiled, bright and loving.

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noodlecupcakeswritings · 4 years

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Ownership - Chapter 21 (A Kylo RenxOC AU)

Cora Ardmore and Kylo Ren work for rival companies, but they don’t know that until after they spend the night together. Once their identities are revealed to each other it’s a question of who will cave first?

This fic is mostly porn, pure kinky porn.

Please leave comments, kudos and reblogs if you like it. If you would like to be tagged, let me know.

Warnings: Smut, Sex, Language, A lil dirty talk, Implied smut, Mentions of bondage and suspension, Implied suspension

Chapter 21

Cora Ardmore

Friday evening couldn’t come quick enough. I’d spent most of my day clock watching and counting down the minutes until I could leave work. Finally, at five pm I could leave, already ready to go with my coat on and handbag slung over my shoulder. I was out of the building within five minutes, getting into my car and speeding out of the parking lot. Eager was an understatement. I’d missed him, there was no denying that. After twenty-five minutes on the road, I pulled into his driveway and went to the door, which was unlocked as usual. Dumping my bags on the floor, I removed my coat and kicked my heels off.

Kylo greeted me in the hallway, smiling softly. I resisted the urge to hug him, I’d be in his arms soon enough. “Hey, good day at wo-“ Kylo began to ask. I cut him off by kissing him passionately. Yet he would likely perceive it as needy. He smiled into the kiss, pulling me closer and returning the gesture. “Missed me that much, huh?” He asked. “Mhm.” “I better take you to bed then.” Wrapping his arms around my thighs, Kylo picked me up and put me over his shoulder, ignoring my surprised squeal.

Kylo carried me upstairs to his bedroom, where he put me down on the bed. Both of us began undressing quickly, our clothes strewn across the floor before he was on me. I accepted his touch and kiss earnestly, having missed the feel of his hands on me. “You better make good on that promise,” I teased breathily. Kylo paused, kissing and sucking marks into my neck, meeting my gaze, “to fuck you until neither of us can move? Don’t worry Kitten, I hadn’t forgotten.” Smiling, I pulled him down for another kiss and wrapped my legs around his waist. I knew the first round would be hard and rough, hot and heavy. Both of us just needed each other again.

Kylo reached between us and pushed two long, thick fingers into me with ease. I moaned as he worked me open quickly, his thumb working my clit in circles. “Always so wet for me,” he murmured. He pulled his fingers from me, sucking them clean. The heat between my legs had turned to an ache as I was desperate to be filled with his cock once more. Thankfully, he didn’t leave me waiting much longer, pushing into me with ease. My nails dug into his shoulders as we both moaned in pleasure and relief at the missed feeling. Kylo wasted no time at all, starting a fast pace.

His lips pressed to mine in a hard, desperate kiss, my fingers tangling in his hair to have him closer. We swallowed each other’s moans, not pulling away for a second until we both needed to breathe. My nails dragged down his back, and I wrapped my legs around his waist, forcing him deeper. The feeling of his skin on mine again was one to relish, one that only now did I realise how dependant I was on it. How dependant I was on him and how he made me feel. “Fuck, I’ve missed your perfect pussy, Kitten,” he groaned against my neck. I could only moan in response, unable to form any other word than his name. His hips slammed against mine, bringing both of us closer to our peaks.

He reached between us, rubbing my clit again. My moans became louder, shriller as my pleasure mounted. Within seconds I was cumming, crying out his name and fisting the bedsheets until my knuckles were white. Kylo reached his own climax moments after, his grip on my hips likely to bruise as he growled deep and guttural. He pressed his forehead against mine as we both had a quicker breather. “I think I can still move,” I teased. Kylo smirked, “me too.”

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Kylo and I collapsed back on the bed, panting and both thoroughly fucked out. I’d lost count after my third orgasm, but my body was humming with satisfaction. We had just enough energy to shift closer to each other, my head resting on his chest as he wrapped his arms around me. My thighs were sticky with our combined fluids, my body slick with sweat, and there were wet patches on the sheets. Both of us were likely to be sore and achy tomorrow morning, but it would definitely be worth it. “If you say you can still move after that, then you have the world’s most impressive stamina,” Kylo mumbled into my hairline.

Chuckling, I shook my head, “I know I need a shower, when I can move again.” “I need a nap.” “Did I manage to wear out the sex god that is Kylo Ren?” I asked mockingly. “Gods need rest too.” I lazily kissed across his chest before snuggling in closer to him and resting my eyes. A soft snore broke the silence, and I looked up at Kylo to find him asleep. I stifled a giggle as to not wake him before getting a small nap in myself.

I awoke feeling achy and sore as predicted. And if I hadn’t needed a shower before, I definitely needed it now after various fluids had now since dried across my inner thighs. As I shifted a little Kylo also stirred, grumbling softly. “I still don’t think I can move,” he spoke. “We need to shower and change these sheets.” “Fine. But make it a bath.” “As the dom of the relationship aren’t you meant to be the one taking care of me?” I asked playfully. “Guys aren’t built for multiple orgasms like women.”

Getting up on shaky legs, I headed to the bathroom and got the bath running. Sitting on the edge of the tub, I tested the water temperature. I added lavender scented bubble bath and climbed in once it was ready. Kylo joined me a few minutes later, sitting behind me in the tub so I was sat between his legs with my back against his chest. “So you haven’t told me about your trip last weekend,” I spoke. “You didn’t exactly give me much of a chance,” he chuckled. “Well, you have a great opportunity now.” Kylo sighed before going silent. I glanced over my shoulder at him, frowning softly. He looked like he was thinking it over, as if he wasn’t sure to tell me or not. Which meant something had happened, something he thought I wouldn’t like.

I laced my fingers with his and squeezed his hand as reassurance. “Hey, whatever it is, you know you can tell me, right?” I spoke. “Snoke didn’t just send us out to open accounts. It was a test of our loyalty. To see if he can trust us.” Turning in the tub, I gave him my full attention. So long as he hadn’t killed someone, it couldn’t be that bad. “Okay. What was it?” I asked. “Armitage and I needed to change an investor’s mind. Using whatever means necessary,” he confessed, refusing to meet my gaze as if he were ashamed of his actions.

Gently, I cupped his cheek and forced his gaze on me once more. I knew Kylo getting closer to Snoke would mean he would have to do some pretty unsavoury things, and it was a good thing he was showing remorse. “We’re both going to have to do things we don’t want to in order to get this story out. I’ve bribed a warden and gave him misinformation about my identity. I know it’s nothing compared to what you did, but I don’t want you to beat yourself up about this, okay?” I spoke reassuringly. Kylo relaxed into my touch, managing a small smile, “I was scared you’d be pissed off with me.” “You didn’t kill someone, that’s the main thing.”

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The next morning I awoke, rolling over to find Kylo’s side of the bed empty as usual. I wish he’d sleep in sometimes; it would be nice to wake up in his arms more often. Glancing at the clock on his bedside table, I realised I was up earlier than normal. After giving myself a few minutes to properly wake up, I put on a black silk robe and headed downstairs. It was too early for him to be making breakfast, meaning he was still probably working out. It didn’t take long to find the gym room. Kylo was mid workout, using the thick battle ropes for a count of thirty before changing the motion.

Leaning against the door frame, I watched him silently. He really was good to look at. Every part of him was so defined, like he’d been sculpted from marble. That body would fit in perfectly among the Greek sculptures found in museums. The ripple and flexing of his muscles had me biting my lip. Everything about him was just so big, so powerful. With a body like that, he deserved to be worshiped. With my lips and tongue in particular.

Kylo glanced in my direction and finished the next set before taking a sip from his water bottle. I ventured further into the room, glancing at the rope. My mind was filling with all sorts of filthy ideas. “You think you could tie me up with that rope?” I asked. Kylo chuckled softly, “good morning to you too. That ropes too thick for bondage.” “Suspension?” “Now that isn’t a bad idea, Kitten.”

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strippermuffins · 4 years

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Monday Fairytale

“Shit, I’m short.”

Y/N glanced at the cashier of the bagel truck with a wry smile with just slightest hint of reassurance that she was in fact trying her best to not claw through her handbag just to make up the remaining fifty cents.

Fifty cents. That was how much she was short of. She felt every single penny wrap around her neck in a godforsaken noose— more so for holding up the line than not popping by the ATM to have cash on her.

“Ma’am, if you could just—“

“I got it, I got it,” she frantically replied, using up all of her pre-caffeinated sanity to sound composed even as the contents of her wallet screamed in desolation. “Just give me a second, I’m so sorry.”

“Lady, just step to the side,” a nasally complaint from certainly the man behind her— one that accompanied a scowl, she was sure— leered around her. Y/N would usually just shrug off the attitude. She lives in a big city. Absolutely no one has the time to be nice or patient, but she was panicking.

Y/N dreaded the thought that fifty cents might be one of the few things she would ever ask any figure at all pertaining a higher power. She had no time to beat any other rush hour breakfast line except this one.

“No, miss,” a voice embodying the euphoria that overtakes your forehead after a good painkiller replaced the commotion of impatient customers. “I insist. It happens, I’m happy to cover this for you.”

Y/N stepped to the side almost immediately just so she could have the foot space to turn around in pure amazement at the modern day angel who had just stepped in to declare his menial—but life-changing— philantrophy.

Before she could even utter a word of gratefulness, it seemed the cashier shared in her shock as the sharply dressed man next to her handed over a sizable stack of notes.

Gods above and devils below— he was stratospherically handsome.

Another moment of panic had set in as Y/N feared that she was in a dream and that she could be any way later than she already was for her meeting. She had seen her fair share of happiness and tragedies in this ancient metropolis, but handsome men in expensive office attire were strictly reserved for movies.

His medium grey shirt adorned each detail of his uncannily perfect upper body as if the tailor had a marble sculpture of the man to work off from. His stature was tied together beautifully with pants of a slightly darker shade that Y/N would not have been able to pin on a spectrum and a belt of which she had no doubt the morning sunlight must have drawn inspiration from.

“Hey, pal,” the same nasally voice shredded her momentary day dream, and she was now able to see that it in fact came from the scoundrel behind the subject of her Monday bliss— which in theory sounded oddly paradoxical. “I appreciate the chivalry but—“

“This should cover everyone, right?” The gentleman continued, politely swatting away the interruption like a pesky fly on a hot summer day. “Just give me that one over there. I’m good with that.”

Y/N hoped that he wouldn’t notice at all that she was still in pure awe at his abnormal generosity. The bagel line that extended close to the entrance of the apartment building nearby went from being annoyed at her incompetence to otherworldly charmed by this knight in Hugo Boss shining armor.

She couldn’t have seen the man politely handing over her order the next second as he excused himself from the line. Y/N could see that the cashier was still trailing her eyes in shock at the abnormality of wealth distribution on a godforsaken Monday morning.

“And this is yours, I believe,” the handsome man joked. Y/N chuckled softly as she took the paper bag from his hands and she could swear back and forth that he was magnetic. “Don’t worry about that guy. I have to get going now, though. Have a nice day.”

Y/N could have sworn he lingered his gaze on her just a little longer. It seemed that her manners had gone silent, but before she could part her lips just enough to say thank you— since a situation involving her slamming him against the lamp post in an impromptu makeout session wasn’t appropriate— he disappeared with one last smile into his chauffeured black Benz.

Y/N walked in pure awe towards her office building for the next few blocks as she both tried to demolish her meal without smiling too hard. This had to have been a fever dream or just that one instance in life when the cinematic universe bleeds over for corporate hamsters like her to feel less awful about their glass office prisons.

She hadn’t noticed that she was still smiling ear to ear until her manager, forcibly called Bang P.D of his own coercion and no one else’s, stopped her in her tracks.

“What the hell are you so chirpy about, sunshine?” He snapped, lumping a stack of paperwork right on her desk. The coffee in her hand would have met the floor had she not resumed her usual Monday dread.

“Nothing,” Y/N muttered, shoveling the stacks to her end of the table. “Just in a good mood.”

“Hopefully that carries on in the meeting later,” he scoffed, turning his heel to exit her office. “If you don’t get Kim Seokjung to sign on with us, you can get acquainted with the water cooler again.”

Monday morning was never properly settled without an empty threat from Bang P.D. Y/N was almost grateful that her fairytale bliss was disappearing. Smiles are rarely ever genuine in corporate and she hated to kid herself.

Y/N was never going to see this guy again. He probably had a woman waiting for him to be a million times more chivalrous to that he had to rush to see. She was just a lucky commoner caught in the threads of his charming web.

She had underestimated the bliss, really. It trailed her to the meeting room shortly after and the mile high view of the park and skyscrapers below only heightened her little euphoria. The rich— especially the handsome bunch— really do know how to capture the commoners by the heartstrings, it seems.

“Wipe that glee off your face or Bang P.D will do it with his forced overtime, Y/N,” Nayeon, her co-worker and the closest concept she has to a friend in this lonely city, pinched her gently. “Seriously, some of us are miserable. Kim Seokjung is a dickhead and if he cancels today, it will be the third time.”

“Someone paid for my bagel,” Y/N whined, glancing at Nayeon with a small smile. “And for everyone else in line as well.”

“Crack? Is that what you do, Y/N?” Nayeon hushed, shooting her an affectionate yet snarly glare. “That literally never happens.”

“I’m telling you it did,” Y/N insisted, keeping her expressions as complacent as possible as her colleagues began to take their seats. “Though remind me to never go to Riley’s again. What kind of food truck doesn’t take cards these days? After a pandemic too.”

“One that actually makes good food, dumbass,” Nayeon retorted, shaking her head softly at her friend. “You got lucky this time.”

“Yeah, well. I’m hoping the good karma carries on so Bang P.D doesn’t chain you and me all week for fucking this deal up.”

“Way to go. Keep your spirits alive, Y/N. You can do that for a bagel but not a deal that could help you move out of that prehistoric relic.”

“My place is exceptionally tasteful. Excuse you!”

“By that you mean derelict and musky— and not the good kind! You just willingly walk up five stairs. Couldn’t be me.”

The girls laughed among themselves for the few seconds of fleeting happiness they were allowed. Nayeon was right. If Kim Seokjung bails and chooses another PR firm for his book tour, Y/N would for sure become acquainted with the water cooler and the staff room dish rack. She was the one who brought him on to try and make a name for herself, but it seemed she had not picked the right old money know it all with an out of touch book and too much dough to blow.

“Look alive, ladies,” Bang P.D snapped his fingers towards them. Y/N had gotten over the disrespectful threshold. She wasn’t a human in his eyes anyway. “He bailed again. His brother is filling in.”

And neither Y/N or Nayeon knew. The girls turned to face each other in pure panic as they had not been notified prior. The fear in their eyes seemed to inquire which of their incompetence allowed for this to happen.

“Chill,” Bang P.D continued. “I didn’t know either. He literally called in just this morning. I’m just ready to wrap this over with. Kim Seokjung could send his damn poodle at this point.”

“I’m sorry to disappoint, then.”

All the heads in the room collectively whipped around to behold the owner of the apologetic statement. Y/N gulped as her eyes widened like saucers at the sight of the handsome man who took care of the bagel rotting in her stomach.

“No fucking way,” she thought to herself, the realization blaring in her eardrums.

Kim Seokjung had a brother and he was the man who gave the cashier at a bagel truck a stack just to make time move faster for him. Kim Seokjung had a brother who was punctual and funny.

“Tiki, his poodle, would make a better co-signer than me, but I was told you needed a human,” he continued.

A soft laughter roared through the room, and Y/N giggled to herself simply because she had never seen Bang P.D panic before.

So much so that she almost didn’t take notice of the handsome man locking his gaze with her briefly— as if he too was pleasantly surprised to see her again. She didn’t know if she was just adamant to get it all over with, but she held his gaze long enough to whisper a soft thank-you-for-this-morning to the multimillionaire bagel philanthropist north of her seat.

He shook his head as if his gesture was just so normal in his routine, and Y/N swore he kept his eyes on her long enough to ignite just a faint hue of blush on her cheeks.

Nayeon swiveled her focus back and forth from her and the handsome man. Y/N knew that she must have figured out the whole ordeal because she slumped in her chair and rolled her eyes with a smile.

“I’m Kim Seokjin,” the handsome man gave a name to his otherworldly existence. “You probably haven’t seen me around at all because I like to sort of manage in the background, but I would just like to apologize for my brother’s previous tardiness. Truly I’ve tried all my life and still can’t contain it, so I will fully sign once and for all today. The proposal is excellent. May I know who initiated it?”

“She did,” Nayeon perked, directing his gaze yet again towards Y/N. “All of it. Her name is Y/N.”

Bang P.D looked both dejected and furious that he even pinned all of the responsibility on her. Y/N could only manage a small smile as she nodded and affirmed her work.

“Very well, then,” Seokjin nodded, uncapping his fountain pen as she glanced at her for every dotted line he glided his name across. “Am I able to discuss more about the terms with you after this meeting, Y/N?”

“She would love to,” Nayeon interjected once again, to both the dismay and gratefulness of Y/N of course. “In fact I think she could benefit from someone who listens. She doesn’t get much of that around here. Hah.”

Hah. Nayeon made sure to always end every valid observation as a joke as nobody else in the office understood her brand of snarky humor as well as Y/N.

Y/N was simply just overwhelmed with relief that her gamble had paid off in the best way possible that it was even hard to accept so much satisfaction with her work. It didn’t come from Bang P.D and she wws all too grateful for that.

“She’s right,” Y/N finally spoke. “I could go over the clauses after.”

Y/N could feel Nayeon’s deadpan that’s-it from beside her. Y/N wasn’t as brave as Nayeon. She wasn’t some old money graduate who could treat this job like a past time and get away with so many snarky remarks. Even in the face of a literal old money angel, she had to be professional.

“Okay, well,” Seokjin dropped the pen back into his shirt pocket. “Meeting adjourned now, yes? I apologize once again. If not me then I’ll make sure my brother enjoys your consideration.”

The staff could not wait to wrap up their supplies upon the dismissal, and Bang P.D practically pulled Seokjin up by his shoulders just for a handshake. Nayeon had joined the rest of the crowd as they shuffled out of the office, and once Y/N could catch that heart fluttering gaze of his again, she mouthed she would be right in her office whenever Bang P.D was done with his overwhelming gratefulness.

Seokjin knocked on the glass in the same manner a confident yet slightly timid schoolboy would on his way to make an impression with his crush. Y/N was sure he had swindled many like her before, but there was an air of genuine intent surrounding him as he made his way to sit in front of her.

“I hope you had a warm welcome,” Y/N began, glancing over to the side for a split second to see Nayeon looming over with a coffee mug in her hand and an encouraging brow raise.

“I sure did,” Seokjin replied, his hands individually and politely resting on the arm rests. “It’s not everyday I try and help a beautiful woman and I see her later with a manager that would have liked me to be a poodle.”

“Well,” Y/N continued. “It’s not everyday I meet a bagel enthusiast somewhat bent that I wrote an astounding PR proposal. So much so he has to see me alone.”

Seokjin shook his hand and still so politely laughed at her professional dismissiveness. If he was marvelously gorgeous at ground level, he was hard to not melt at the sight of on the 60th floor. Y/N had no idea Kim Seokjung had more to offer than tardiness. She was entirely too grareful he never showed up.

“I am quite serious about that. Thank you for seeing the potential so many others turned down. I know he’s my brother and I’m almost always inclined to be biased, but with you and your team on our side I think I will perhaps sleep better.”

“Why is that so?”

“He’s not exactly easy to make likable. I don’t like him most days.”

“I have a strong bias and inclination that you are the opposite most days, Mr Kim.”

“Most days, Miss Y/N?”

And if Nayeon had instilled anything in her at all, it all boiled down to this next tongue-in-cheek catch.

“All of them if you’d like to hear that.”

Seokjin clasped his hands together gently and eagerly leaned forward as if there was no one on earth he would rather speak to but her.

“And would it be formal of me to formally invite you for dinner with me tonight whenever you and I can meet as Jin and Y/N?”

“I—,” Y/N was struggling to meet his eyes as confidently as she had been prior to this romantic proposition. She wanted badly to say yes, of course, but Y/N was never someone who approached flirtation with her brain. It was always with her issues, and she could feel his warm gaze dropping ever so slightly at her clear hesitation. She did not want him to think he was rejected, but she had herself to think of first.

It wasn’t entirely rushed that he had signed the proposal so quick. Her firm had been delayed a few times that everyone on the team, including the janitor, could recite the clauses by heart. Nayeon and her had a firm plan to approach everything. She was well within her professional competence and his interest in her came out of a kind curiosity than forcible persuasion.

Her work was very, very unlikely to be interrupted. Seokjin approved of the terms and expressed his satisfaction prior to knowing that it was her who drafted it. He really was unequivocally interested in her for her and whatever enticing demeanor she radiated from the bagel instance until now.

So why was she hesitating so much? Even if all societal connotations were eliminated, it would not be so abnormal for her to just say yes.

“Y/N, you know exactly why,” the voice in her head interrupted, causing her eager smile to hang onto her hesitation just a little longer.

She had seen many hopeful interns and young professionals walk to their cubicles looking dreary and defeated beyond just corporate dread too many times. She and Nayeon have had to push past the lines at the clubs and rescue one too many dreamy-eyed youngbloods trying to fix their broken hearts by killing their livers.

However, it seemed that Nayeon in this current moment had every intention to murder Y/N in broad daylight if she didn’t agree. She had figured out the situation from meters away and threw a deathly, coercive scowl towards Y/N as her claws sunk unintentionally into the forearm of an unsuspecting male intern.

“I will kill you,” Nayeon mouthed, scrunching her lips as she urged Y/N to agree— a feat Nayeon had never shown before due to her unassailable distaste for the male species.

But Nayeon was from the same old money circle as Seokjin’s. She had to have known a few things Y/N could never grasp.

Even more simple than all of this mental gymnastics— her heart tugged at the sight of him. He was a hopeful boy shooting his shot at a girl he was interested in.

“Well...” Y/N began, relaxing her shoulders as she pushed her chair further. “I work very hard so I most likely won’t be too cute when I get off, but does 8pm work for you?

“8pm has never worked better,” Seokjin sighed in relief as if he had been hanging onto every breath that she drew. “Please come as you are. I’ll be happy to see you however.”

The content on his face was paramount. The kind of happiness for someone who anticipated a rejection but was grateful the universe ended up on their side. Y/N wondered if a man Seokjin ever got rejected before, and if he has then it had to have surely been someone who eclipsed her in terms of... well, literally everything.

This led her to a train of doubt Nayeon had taught her not to have. Why was Seokjin even interested in her? And why in god’s name can she not put a finger on where she had seen him before? He looked far too familiar and it was an observation she had not deduced prior.

If all rich and handsome men shared the same features, Y/N thought Seokjin had the créme de la créme.

Y/N hadn’t noticed that he seemed to have snapped out of his own daze of being entranced with her, much to her own surprise. He uncapped that marvelous fountain pen again and handed it over to her alongside his business card.

“Please give me your number,” he requested, looking once again nervous and Y/N once again wondered why. “I want to let you know I’m looking forward to seeing you.”

Y/N couldn’t help but relax her shoulders and laugh endearingly at his wonderfully timid disposition. She took the pen from his hands and touted quietly to herself that her number had never looked more beautifully written. Seokjin took his business card from her and gently put it back into his suit pocket alongside the pen.

“I wish I could look at you longer, Y/N,” he spoke softly, his shoulders hunched eagerly forward in the same manner as when he asked her out. “But I’m horrifically late for my next meeting. I’ll pick you up in the lobby at 8pm.”

“You best get going then!” Y/N blurted, not really wanting him to leave— if at all— but rather out of worry that she might be a minor inconvenience. Even if the younger brother of the richest family in Seoul had just asked her out.

Seokjin dropped his smile ever so slightly at her accidental dismissal, and Y/N shook her head like she had never wanted anyone to think otherwise so badly.

“No, no,” she insisted, chuckling softly at her own insolence. “I mean, I can’t wait to see you as well. I usually don’t agree often if at all, but the pandemic is over. Might as well take a chance, right?”

Y/N could see that Nayeon’s jaw had dropped in pure shock at what had just exited her lips. It was as if she could detect the curtness of her words from across the office. Call it a best friend’s intuition.

“Oh, if she’s not gonna kill me, she’ll at least strangle me for this,” Y/N thought to herself, hoping Seokjin at least found her dryness somewhat humorous.

It was if the heavens listened to her because he too started laughing as his gaze lingered on her the whole time he left his seat and walked slowly towards the door.

“I promise I’ll let you know more when I see you again, Y/N,” he wished her well, his smile reaching his eyes as they twinkled towards her. “Until then... have a day as beautiful as you are.”

Before another word could exit her lips, he bowed ever so slightly and left with his bodyguard by his side. She hadn’t even noticed that the guy was there, but she did notice the lingering gaze on Seokjin’s face even as he headed towards the elevator. She could not help but display the same hopefulness to let him know that she too couldn’t wait as well.

When his marvelous stature disappeared in the elevator, Y/N had never wanted to work harder just so the hours could fly fast enough until she could look into those capitative brown eyes again.

What else could have wanted to tell her that it was best saved for later?

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A Vintage Seller’s Beautifully Curated Melbourne Home

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by Lucy Feagins, Editor

Vintage burl sideboard from Aesthetic Vintage Shop. Vintage brass wavy candlestands from Smith Street Bazaar. Artwork by Pip Newell (white artwork on sideboard). Elements rug in beige wool/viscose from MCM House. Vintage wavy mirror (above fireplace). Fourth Street Home candlestands (on fireplace). Photo – Caitlin Mills for The Design Files. Styling – Annie Portelli.

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Vintage burl sideboard from Aesthetic Vintage Shop. Vintage brass wavy candlestands from Smith Street Bazaar. Artwork by Pip Newell (white artwork on sideboard). ‘Elements’ rug in beige wool/viscose from MCM House. Vintage wavy mirror (above fireplace). Fourth Street Home candlestands (on fireplace). Photo – Caitlin Mills for The Design Files. Styling – Annie Portelli.

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Vintage Italian 1970s round dining table sourced from Facebook marketplace. Custom-made raffia pendant from Shades Launay. Vico Magistretti Caramite dining chairs sourced from Secondi. Photo – Caitlin Mills for The Design Files. Styling – Annie Portelli.

Golden hour in the kitchen! Antique marble fruit bowl. Vintage wooden sculptural mirror from Facebook marketplace. White ‘Heirloom’ vessel from Clae Studio. Custom-made raffia pendant from Shades Launay. Vintage shield mirror. Ceramic fruit bowl from The Mantel Store in Ripponlea. Photo – Caitlin Mills for The Design Files. Styling – Annie Portelli.

Levante rattan set from Mercer and Lewis. Small mirror by Sarah Shinners. Artwork by Gabrielle Penfold. Photo – Caitlin Mills for The Design Files. Styling – Annie Portelli.

‘Easy’ chair by Illum Wikkelsø, Danish 1960s from CCSS TM. Small mirror by Sarah Shinners. Vintage cane handbag circa 1950s. Photo – Caitlin Mills for The Design Files. Styling – Annie Portelli.

Heather travertine console from Trit House. Vintage oval mirror. Vintage vase and wooden plate. Photo – Caitlin Mills for The Design Files. Styling – Annie Portelli.

Henning Kjaernulf aak desk from Nord Modern. ‘Dancing Duo’ iron candlesticks from Fourth Street Home. Vintage vase. Custom made plaster 1940s-style table lamp with scalloped shade from The Vault Sydney. ‘XL Trapeze Mirror’ from Tigmi Trading (left side of wall). Small white artwork with wooden frame is by Seite Studio. Remaining pieces on wall are Leah’s own vintage finds. Vintage striped antique side chair from Gumtree. Iron and leather vintage desk chair sourced from eBay. Mongolian Sheepskin Ottoman, Fawn from CCSS TM. Lotus rug in pearl from Temple and Webster. Photo – Caitlin Mills for The Design Files. Styling – Annie Portelli.

Custom made floor lamp base with bamboo lamp shade by Liz Cybulski. Exaggerated Curved Arm Icelandic Sheepskin Lounge Chair from CCSS TM. Photo – Caitlin Mills for The Design Files. Styling – Annie Portelli.

Monocot Bedhead in Tasmanian Oak & Rattan by CCSS. Vintage vase. The Kemp Cushion in washed linen and cherry red from Kitaboodle. Sheridan Waffle Bedspread. Danish pleated shade from By Curated. Wooden mirror from Country Road. Photo – Caitlin Mills for The Design Files. Styling – Annie Portelli.

Before moving to this house in Flemington, Leah Holt and Oliver Whiteley were living in a one-bedroom warehouse in Melbourne’s CBD.

‘It was a great place, but it didn’t have an outdoor space, and since we were both working from home due to Covid (and newly living together, eeek!), it felt a little claustrophobic,’ says Leah.

In search of a larger home and outdoor space, they ended up in Flemington in mid 2020, where Leah found her dream home complete with high ceilings, beautiful ornate details, and most importantly, a backyard. ‘I just kept walking around saying “I LOVE IT” repeatedly,’ recalls Leah of the inspection.

The home was newly renovated, so all that was needed was Leah’s styling to bring it to life. As the operations and projects manager at Curated Spaces, and owner of vintage furniture studio LH Design Hub, she luckily had access to some amazing pieces – the only challenge was choosing the right ones!

‘I think I am on my 12th set of dining chairs!,’ says Leah. ‘Oliver knows not to get attached to anything, as it will probably be gone in a few weeks.’

Interestingly, this career path is an entirely new direction for Leah, who was working in the higher education sector up to 18 months ago. ‘Creating LH Design Hub and having the opportunity to sell exclusively via Curated Spaces has been the best decision I have ever made,’ she says.

One element of Leah and Oliver’s decoration that isn’t going anywhere is their growing art collection, including works by Angie Pai and Alexandria Park. They’ve also switched out the rental’s lighting pendants for Shades Launay, and worked hard to transform the backyard.

‘Even though we are renting, I still thought it was important to buy and source pieces that tell a story, and I hope that is evident throughout the house.’

Our backyard has been a real passion project for Oliver… we have our own veggie patch now, and have planted a whole bunch of ferns, hanging baskets and flowers to make it feel romantic and relaxing,’ says Leah.

From the bedroom, to the living room, and the outdoor area, this home now feels like a true reflection of Leah and Oliver. Leah hopes it looks the way it makes them feel – warm, cosy and safe.

‘As soon as we walk through the door, we feel at home and completely comfortable and relaxed,’ she says. ‘We have signed on for another year’s lease and we couldn’t be happier.’

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Moda Operandi’s Tatiana Hambro Arader Is Still Dreaming About This *One* Bag

Sometimes I lay restless in the night, wondering about other peoples’ hyper-specific search terms, guarded like sapphires at the Smithsonian. What first editions of books do my contemporaries find worthy of rooting around the Internet for? Whose bedroom will finally feel tied together if they have a Valentine Olivetti typewriter perched on their desk? Who will swear off all other vessels if they can carry their wallet and keys in a Christopher Kane jelly clutch? What else do they find on their journeys down these rabbit holes? My curiosity became so overwhelming, so egregious, so probing, that I caved and just asked.

And aren’t I glad that I did: I heard stories that were the 21st century equivalent of Jack Kerouac’s On The Road—the road, in this case, is the information superhighway—and so we’ll be publishing these ditties as a series over the course of this week. Ruby Redstone was first up in the series, with her tale of tracking down a 2013 pair of Acne Studios glitter boots. Come back tomorrow for more where this came from!

Tatiana Hambro Arader, Deputy Editor at Moda Operandi

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Your shopping rabbit hole: The Wonton Boyy bag. Unusual for two reasons. 1. I rarely shop—window or otherwise—for fashion outside of Moda and 2. I am not a “bag girl”—never have been. I will salivate over shoes and then toss on whatever free tote comes my way. But this wasn’t any old Wonton. We met in person (is that what made all the difference?). Seduced by the handsome marble door of the Boyy boutique while strolling around Copenhagen one Fashion Week, I entered. And there she was, sitting pretty on a geometric plinth. Beautifully lit, might I add. I was struck by her nuanced size (carries everything yet folds up to appear pleasantly sculptural, boasts a shoulder and top handle); her very specific hue (a luxuriously swampy shade of olive—this, ladies and gentleman, is what fashion loves to christen a “not-your-average-neutral”), and her velvety, stop-it-she’s-so-deliciously-smooth leather.

Similar BOYY bag color, deep green rather than olive

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Can you walk me through what going down this rabbit hole entails? I didn’t buy it then, something I regret now. My desire followed me back to Manhattan like a shadow, where, one night sitting on the sofa, I confided in my husband. Prefacing the topic with the words, “So you know how I don’t covet stuff, especially not handbags—(ick)—well, it’s funny, in Copenhagen…” Once reassured it was not exorbitantly expensive, relatively speaking for a designer bag, he smiled and asked to see it (Valentine’s Day was nigh). At that moment, my search began. What followed was weeks of endless scrolling. Groping around for my iPhone in the middle of the night and tugging it from its charger, tyrannizing my Chrome bar with an endless addition of tabs bearing some amalgamation of “Wonton+Boyy+Bag+Olive,” messaging friends in fashion.

From the usual suspects (Moda, Bergorfs, Saks, SSENSE, Matches, NAP…) to The RealReal, The Outnet, and eBay, I swarmed the digital shelves of online retail. I even went through the arduous process of updating my password on Vestiaire Collective to access their search tool. I trawled Google Shopping, leaving no stone unturned, index finger rhythmically tapping the arrow key that points right: next, next, next. Nothing. Not yet defeated, I graduated to Google Images to do it all over again. When that didn’t work, I texted a handbag buyer to ask where the old Boyy stock ends up, and then called and emailed the warehouse. My search yielded plenty of similar options, but not the one. After that, I just stopped looking. Cold turkey.

What ultimately satiates the quest? They say time is a healer. Let’s see…

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