#AGH AND THE CORSET

[theflyingcosmos]

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Evil nightmare design.......evil stuff

[sweetimpurity]

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ day 18!!! sorry it's so late! it's been a day... not proofread CW: mythical creature fuck, siren, hypnosis ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

It happened on a windy cold night upon your father’s massive ship. The men were drunk and falling over themselves while you were enchanted, called by the sea. A flint of light across the water, drawing your eye and your body to the waves. With a freezing splash you are submerged, gasping and treading, through the deep creature infested waters. Black as the sky and lapping against your cheeks as you try to swim. Chilling you to the bone, your dress becoming heavy from the wet weight. But mindlessly you tread, a high shrill tone carrying across the ocean and to your ears. Like a whistle, with high and lows, seeming to echo off the rocky shore and bounce around our mind, calling you closer, beckoning you near.

“Hah…. ngh…” You grunt and sigh, laying your cheek to the rocky shore and hearing the hum intensified ten fold. This must be the source. You look back, your father’s ship still anchored at sea. Waiting for you to quench this need for answers. Freezing dark water laps against your chest, getting in your eyes, making them sting. Panting for air and holding onto the edge, trying to pull yourself up, your knee gets scraped. You hiss. “Agh… chh” A few drops of red dribbling down your shin and into the water as you pull yourself up the boulder.

The hum continues. Numbing your mind, making you hazy. Not much room for thought except the call to the source. Your freezing hands push at the material of your soaked dress. Pulling at the layers and pushing them off. The strings of the corset pulled by your fingers and snapped under the strain. Just take it off, it tells you. You feel. Pulling at your clothes until you’re bare. Naked feet patting on the rocks and letting your dress fall into the sea. Submerging and the tide sweeps it away. And your body is drawn to the source. The hum telling you to come closer.

You’re chilled to the bone, walking across the rocks and climbing to follow the hum as it vibrates through your skull. Following the sound, the noise, the prophecy telling you to keep going. Until you’re at a tide pool. A pool somehow lit from within. Step inside, it says. And you’re unable to fight the urge. Stepping into the water. Naked and bleeding at the knee. Your blood mixing and swirling in the small ripples. Walking into the small but deep pool until you’re at your neck. And the hum finally stops. Your eyes closed. Until it tells you to open them.

When you do, you see him. Right in front of your eyes. Is he a figment of your imagination? A symptom of too many days at sea? A wish upon the north star come true? His face is kind but his gaze is dark. Dangerous.

You can’t say a word. Is it because he won’t let you or because you don’t know what to say? “Your blood is sweet…” He whispers. It echos in your head. Shivers cover your skin. His hands on your body, on the curve of your waist, the arch of your back.

“Leave now if you wish. I’ll give you one chance…” He whispers but the words seem to amplify in your ears. Giving you the chance to flee if you really don’t accept his call. If you won’t accept what he is about to do. Your mind is hazy, almost dizzy. Standing there still, looking in his eyes. His face seems to remind you of something. Maybe a wish… a dream. “I wish to stay…” You whisper so softly. You can hardly hear your own voice but his gaze darkens at your submission, leaning into your neck. His lips pressing to your throat. Until he bites.

“Ngh!” You whimper, his arms locking around you, holding you closer and pushing you back, making ripples and swirls in the water through the wake. Against the pool wall. The rocks digging into your back. His fangs piercing into the soft warm flesh of your neck, licking and suckling. Moaning and humming against your skin. And your mind goes hazy at the euphoria that follows.

Your moans fill the small rock cave as he presses to you. Over and over you cry out for him. Accepting his thickness through your warm velvet walls. His cock protruding through a slit in his scales. His long, scaled, cold tail wraps around one of your ankles to keep your legs spread apart. This is what he called you for. For he senses your need, smelled your pheromones across the sea, knows you long to be fucked and filled. And he longs to pump you full.

He had planned to kill you. To drain your blood and take your strength and life for himself. But you swallow him up, taking him so well, so deep. Your sounds are music to his ears, like your own siren song, such pretty sounds for a human, your fingers in his hair, on his chest, your pleads for more, your begs for it to never end.

“You’re mine… now you’re mine… we’re bound. No human is to touch you, do you understand?” He pants in your ear, his deep voice echoing and reverberating in your ear, in your head, like waves against the shore, licking the places his fangs pierced through, soothing the ache in your skin.

“So beautiful… so sweet” He says, lifting his head and admiring your flushed face with his dark crimson eyes. Eyes that almost glow in the scraps of moonlight peeking through the rocks.

He can feel you squeezing around him, working your way up to release. And he smiles. Sharp canines glinting against the sparkling water. Thrusting into you harder, his tip reaching your cervix, kissing the entrance to your fertile womb. And when you cry out in ecstasy he growls in your ear. Releasing deep inside, shooting deep and hot, in stark contrast to the freezing waters that surround you.

“M-ahhhngh!” You scream. Your cries echoing through the rocks and across the ocean. Waves beating against the sound like a drum.

And you suddenly awake. Rocking on the ship deck. The morning sun rising. A few of your fathers men doing their duties. Looking down, you’re wrapped in a sail. Like a blanket. Seeing it’s been ripped off the edge of the ship quite haphazardly and wrapped around you. Maybe it was a dream. Maybe the nights at sea have made you mad. But no. I couldn’t be. For the ache between your thighs is a reminder, a promise. That he’ll be calling you back again soon.

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[nightghoul381]

Ellis Twilight ~ Main Route Mad Love Ch 24 Avatar Challenge

Disclaimer for route warnings | Masterlist

Additional Content Warnings: Smut NSFW MDNI

This a fan translation so it is definitely not 100% accurate. I do not own anything related to Ikemen Villains. Support Cybird by buying their amazing stories!

Ellis: “Do you mind sleeping like this?”

The teasing smile that I loved moved closer to me—

At first, I was being pampered with only teasing kisses,

Countless pecking kisses fell on my face, making my heart beat faster.

And then, after that…

Ellis: “…mmm…”

Kate: “Mmmnn…ngh…mmmm…”

The tip of his tongue smoothly penetrated and melted into my mouth.

(Tonight, Ellis and I…we’re going to do it.)

The past few days, every time he touched me, my heart would race, and every time he hugged me, I was enveloped in his pleasing scent.

I constantly felt as if my whole body was being dyed by Ellis.

(I know I have to be patient until my wounds healed, but every day my desire to touch you grows stronger.)

(Tonight, my heart is so full of love that it hurts…)

If I were to become physically connected with Ellis in this state, I was little scared of what would happen to me.

Kate: “Nnn….ngh, haah”

Ellis: “…We’ve been kissing for a while now.”

When our lips parted, one of us chased after the other, pressing our lips together, and when we parted again, we pulled the other’s head towards us again.

I don’t know how many times we repeated that.

Kate: “Mmnn… Ellis, I feel like without you, I’m going to be useless.”

Ellis: “…Is that a bad thing?”

Ellis moved over me, trapping me in his arms.

Ellis: “Is it a no-no to be spoiled?”

The sigh of a deep-throated laugh brushed against my flushed cheeks.

Following the impulse that welled up within me, I put my arms around Ellis’ neck and kissed him again.

Kate: “…It’s not okay.”

As our eyes met, Ellis smiled happily.

Ellis: “Well, then you’re in trouble.”

My lips were sealed as if I was going to be eaten, and the feeling of the inside of my mouth being caressed sent shivers down my spine.

With our lips still touching, Ellis reached his fingertips under my negligee…

Ellis: “I’m going to take it off.”

Kate: “Yeah…”

I heard the sound of clothing rustling and wet smacking sounds as Ellis began unbuttoning my clothes and pressing his lips against my bare skin.

Ellis: “You don’t wear a corset when you sleep, so it’s easy to take off.”

Ellis: “Soon, I’ll be touching you, Kate.”

Ellis enjoyed the soft sensations of my body by squeezing with his palms.

The untouched tips flushed red and my frustration only grew.

Kate: “Nngh, Agh…Ellis…”

Ellis: “Fufu, cute. Are you not able to wait anymore?”

Ellis: “Okay… I’ll make sure you won’t be able to leave my side any longer.”

His lips brushed the tip of my breast and he caressed it with the tip of his tongue, as if licking cranberry jam.

Kate: “….Nnghh, Aaah…”

My mind and body were entangled and there was no escape.

(I can’t live with out Ellis… I can’t live without Ellis…)

This love will kill me.

Once I know how to be loved like this, I won’t be able to live the way I used to.

Once I’ve experienced such vivid happiness, I could never go back to the person I was before I met Ellis.

Ellis watched my reactions, sometimes biting me shallowly and other times teasing me meanly.

Ellis: “It feels good, doesn’t it, Kate?”

Kate: “Mmmngh… It feels so good…”

Ellis: “…If I touch you here, will it feel better?”

His long fingers sank in deeply, creating a wet sound.

When his fingers were swallowed without any resistance, excitement flashed in Ellis’ eyes.

Ellis: “It’s amazing. It’s so hot inside, Kate, my fingers feel like they’re going to melt…”

Ellis’ fingers produced a sweet and bitter pleasure that quickly made my body rise to orgasm.

Kate: “Haa…aaah, Ellis…!”

Ellis: “My fingers are long. It makes it easier to reach your sweet spots.”

Kate: “Haah, aaah…aaagh, Ellis…Aaah!”

My body was trembling to the core and I felt like I was falling, so I clung tightly to Ellis.

My consciousness was blown away for a moment—

Ellis: “…Wow, that was cute.”

When I cracked my eyes open at the sound of a voice close to my ear, I saw Ellis stroking my head.

He embraced my body, still numb from the sweet afterglow, and pressed a kiss to my lips.

Kate: “Ellis, I wish you would be no good without me…”

I couldn’t help but mutter that.

I wanted to make Ellis feel good, just like he had done for me.

Ellis: “…Without you, Kate, I’d be completely useless.”

Ellis whispered, looking a little distressed.

When I tilted my head slightly, Ellis sat down.

Ellis: “See…”

From the waist down, we were pressed together so tightly that there was no space left, and I finally understood why he looked like he was in so much pain.

Ellis: “…Kate, seeing the pleasure on your face, I’m getting so hot I feel like I’m going to melt.”

With a pained expression on his face, Ellis intertwined his fingers with mine and pressed my hands into the bed.

Suddenly, a memory came to mind of when we first met.

--Flashback—

Ellis: “We’ve proven our love, so let’s hold hands and go home.”

--End Flashback—

(His face was so close, and he suddenly held my hand… Being so close to Ellis made my heart beat a lot.)

(“If you don’t like it, I’ll stop” he’d said, and I knew I was in trouble…)

A wave of nostalgia welled up within me and I squeezed Ellis’ hand back.

Kate: “I want us to melt together, Ellis…”

Ellis: “If we’re together, we’ll feel better and be happier, right?”

Our hands were pressed together deeply into the sheets.

If the happiest moment were to ever come,

I had the feeling we would be holding hands at that moment too.

Ellis: “Tonight, we’ll be together everywhere…”

When I closed my eyes tightly in nervousness, I felt a gentle kiss on my eyelids.

My earlobes were bitten as if to soothe my tension, and the sound of wetness resonated all around me, invading me with pleasure.

Kate: “…Ngh,Nnn Ellis.”

Trembling again and again, Ellis slowly lay on top of me and pressed his body against mine.

Ellis: “…Hah…What should I do? I’m so happy I don’t know what to do.”

Kate: “…Me too…”

He brushed my bangs aside with his long fingertips and we pressed our foreheads, damp with sweat, together.

Ellis: “Can I move…? Is it painful? Do you want to stay like this for a while?”

I found Ellis so adorable as he looked into my eyes and listened gently for my answer.

(I’m glad you care so much about me, even at a time like this.)

Kate: “I’m so happy just being so close with you Ellis, but I want to see your face melt even more.”

Ellis: “Okay, I’ll do it little by little so that it won’t be too hard on you, Kate.”

His hips began to rock and sweet sounds began to escape from my lips.

Ellis: “Gh… Even the slightest movement is making me feel lightheaded… I don’t think I can take it.”

Ellis: “I’m going to keep going until the end…okay?”

(It’s too much for me too… I can’t do it…)

Kate: “Nngh… please, Ellis--…”

Ellis: “Kate…”

Ellis grabbed my hands as if tying them together, and arched his back, sinking all the way into me in one go.

A pleasure incomparable to anything I had ever felt before invaded my body and took me away to endless happiness.

Ellis: “Hey, Kate…Are you happy?”

Kate: “Nngh… Y-yes… I’m so happy.”

Ellis: “How much?”

Kate: “I don’t know, but… I want to stay like this forever…I’m so happy.”

Ellis: “…Well then, let’s stay like this forever.”

His eyes, as if trapped an in an eternal twilight, swayed back and forth in time with his bouncing breaths.

This happiness is not fleeting—it never ends.

Next Chapter

[catboybiologist]

Question: as someone that's only very recently experimenting with presenting fem and is on the taller side, do you have any recommendations on types of clothes or tutorials or anything like that? I understand this is a broad question, I'm just new to this is all.

My standard response is to drop this: https://www.reddit.com/user/CatboyBiologist/comments/ynxt62/the_biologists_guide_to_catboying_version_20_what/

But there's a bit more I've learned since then, a bit more I've seen from advice that is usually batted around, and a bit of a style shift now that I've gotten more casual with things and also started transitioning. I have a bit of a rant brewing about how I think a lot of transfemme fashion advice is kinda just bad, but the essentials of what I recommend are basically this:

Greater height = more legs. If you make sure all your... stuff... is under control and SFW, try to show legs/thighs- its a nice, femme thing to express that being tall works into. Especially with a nice skirt or dress.

Directly contrary to most advice on the topic (and a huge subject of my brewing rant), make things tight or exposed around your shoulders. Narrow straps, tank tops, strapless dresses, etc. I have very broad shoulders and a medium to high shoulder to height ratio, even for an AMAB. I've experimented with this a LOT. If you use something that's loose or poofy around the shoulders, it will sit on your shoulders in a way that still "reveals" the width (not to mention that the underlying mentality that the goal of transfemme fashion is to "hide" features and what that does to ego but agh I'm going into that rant unprompted), and honestly, makes it way more visible. If you do something that shows the shoulder, yeah someone will view you as masc if they crack out a ruler, but the "tightness" of the area will make the overall profile you give off look nice and more put together with the rest of the look.

If you do want to shape yourself at all (you really don't have to imo), a little bit of narrowness at the waist goes a long way. I don't even mean shapewear like corsets, just wearing clothes that helps emphasize a slightly narrower waist. Women's clothes are intended to be worn WAY more high waisted than men's clothes, and being tall actually helps with this for a lot of dresses. This is the way they're intended to be worn, and puts a minor cinch around your waist that helps emphasize the hips. This is de emphasized or absent in lots of advice I've seen online.

If you're wearing pants, and you're wearing them high waisted enough to have that cinch at the waist, tightness on the hips will help show their shape as well. This is highly dependent on your body shape though.

Just fucking go for it. I mean, this is thrown around in a "omg just put yourself out there you'll be great" way a lot. It can get annoying and toxically positive imo... but annoyingly, its right. Many people will love to see you putting yourself out there, and you'll look great.

Experiment!!! There's so many tiny details that are dependent on tiny aspects of your build overall that can't really be addressed without like, professional experience and hours of time for consultation, neither of which I have. But try on a lot of different things, find a friend willing to help, and try some stuff out!!

Hope this all helps! As said, I might type up something more if I have the time. But point number 6 is def the most important.

[konu-d]

Sheer fucking horny.

That was all Kazue felt the moment he saw him walk out with that gorgeous yukata and that corset and just that slight sliver of skin peeking out of his collar— Could you blame him for wanting to get his hands on his Avenger?

He didn’t even know he had a waist fetish. Hell, he didn’t know he had a fetish at all. (Pretty sure he was too traumatized to think about that stuff, but alas, human nature.)

Gorgeous. Handsome. Beautiful. He could probably rattle off every positive adjective in existence but it wouldn’t be enough to describe the absolute blessing his eyes feasted upon right now. Edmond’s cute little blush too… Agh. How could this man — king of flames, burning vengeance, the Count of Monte Cristo — be such a Jezebel? Terrible. Horrible. Kazue wanted to squeeze him tight and kiss him silly.

…hm. Now there’s a thought.

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[prophecyofwinter]

Nemophilist

;One who is fond of forests or forest scenery

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Stark!Reader

Summary: You are the childhood best friend of Aemond Targaryen. As children, the two of you made a promise that you two would Wed, no matter the cost. But would a war, a dance perhaps, cause issue with that promise?

Warnings: 18+, Smut, Death, Trauma, Toxic Sibling Dynamics, Cannon typical violence.

Notes: I promise fluff will be coming eventually :((

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Chapter 7: A Winged Wolf

You and Aemond didn’t have much time to spend together after your influences as Alicent would surely find out if you two spent too long alone together.

Aemond decided he’s stressed his mother out too much over the past day so it’s best not to add this onto her pile.

You were putting yourself back together after Aemond had gone, debating if this would be a good time to visit Helaena as you’d promised earlier.

It was rather late and you’d hate to bother her at such a late hour with something like a sword. It would only rile the boys up when they are supposed to be long asleep. Maybe tomorrow afternoon will be a better time.

Agh!

You yelped in pain, your head felt like it was splitting open. A headache had hit you so suddenly it didn’t make sense even if you had eaten something bad surely it wouldn’t hit you like this? You fell to your knees on the stone floor, the pain was unbearable.

Only able to kneel there in agony as your eyes rolled back in your head and your body felt limp and weightless. You couldn’t even reach out or yell for a guard; it was all too much.

The pain went as fast as it came.

Your body felt light, a breeze gliding on your body…

This wasn’t your body. There was no ground, only your wings gliding and flying on the breeze. No cloth, no corsets, no shoes… just feathers.

You felt at true peace, just for a few moments…

A screech interrupted your thoughts and your ‘body’ moved on its own to inspect.

Flying over to the area of the red keep you thought you heard the scream from.

Your bird sight allows you to see a lot better than you normally could, you spotted Helaena grasping onto Jaehaera. Burying her head into her shoulder to block her eyes. The stone of the window was blocking the rest of your view but your blood was cold and you knew well enough something was wrong.

As you dived down to the window and you caught a glimpse of an abnormally large man holding a bloodied blade. Your brain didn’t think, it only did.

You changed trajectory and aimed for the large man. Being a small animal the man didn’t see you coming and you went straight for his eyes. Plunging your beak into his right eye, biting and tearing at his socket. Your talons digging deep into the skin of his face.

Suddenly a hand grabbed your whole form and slammed you into the floor, shattering all of your thin bird bones.

You whined out in agony, your back arched from the floor. Returned back to your body, you turned over and your mouth watered from the pain wracking your body. You emptied your stomach until there was nothing left, only dry heaves and tears streaming down your face.

“My Lady! Lady Stark! What’s wrong?!”

You hadn’t heard a guard come in, probably hearing your screams. Holding your form up to keep you from falling in your own vomit. Your vision danced in and out, your body wasn’t sure if it wanted to give out or keep your adrenaline going to keep you awake.

“Que- Helaen- You have to save Helaena,,, she she…”

“What happened to the Queen, my Lady?!”

“GO!!”

The guard froze at your booming voice before nodding, sitting you back on your back on your bed. Your body giving out almost immediately falling back into the soft sheets and you laid there, weak bodied, unable to move, limbs spread out.

It felt like hours and hours you laid there, but it had only been a few minutes. Your body, sore from the pain of… whatever that was.

What was happening? Why was there so much blood? Who was that man? Helaena… A sharp pain going through your head once more.

“Well well. Aren’t I one lucky man?”

Your head shot up before becoming light and feathery again at the rush. Before you stood an extremely skinny lanky man with an extremely visible dagger in his hand, stalking towards you from the doorway. You couldn’t move an inch, your body froze in fear but you still attempted mentally to scoot up your bed away from the man but with no avail.

“ ‘Who are you? why are you here?’ “

He mocked in a high pitched girlish tone with a wicked bent tooth smile that made your blood curdle.

“It’s your lucky day doggy! I get to take you back home to your pack. There’s a mighty fine price for you ‘alive and safe’ ugh.”

He pats your head like you are a real dog, the fear in your body slowly trickling into anger. A scowl forming on your face and your hands gripping your sheets but still too afraid to make a move on the man.

He got close to your face, he reeked, his breath was rancid and his body odor wasn’t any better at all. His hand caressed your thigh as he continued.

“Big brother must care lots for this body of yours, wanting to keep it intact, and pure. I don’t think it’s fair, why dangle a prime piece of meat in front of a starving man…”

The man's hand traveled up your thigh even further, your body jolted back in response and your hand went under your pillow where it hit something, solid, your sword it’s here. Aemond must’ve left it here for you…

You have a chance

“Why don’t you give me a kiss, for your safe rescue of cour-“

“Fuck you!”

You spit in the man’s face and use your chance of surprise to kick him back and grab your sword with your closest hand.

He landed on the ground with a groan on impact, holding his tailbone which no doubt got injured in his fall.

“You little fucking Cunt!”

The man recovered surprisingly quickly, taking you off guard and lunged at you only to slip on your vommit and slam his face into the stone floor. Giving you enough time to unsheath your sword and lunge at him.

You yelled at the top of your lungs as you drove your blade through the man’s back, tearing through his black tunic, to his skin, to his bones. He let out a scream of frustration that was cut off abruptly by you taking your blade out of his back and repeatedly puncturing him again, and again, and again, and again, and again.

This was you finally being able to take your anger out in the most raw, human way anyone could. Tears streamed down your cheeks, full of emotion and woe. Blood splattered across your dress, face, and sword. But swords were made to be coated in the blood of foes.

Long after the man had died, limp and unmoving on the floor, you hadn’t stopped driving your blade. Your body hadn’t allowed you to cease, ears deafened and arms sore.

You hadn’t even heard the yell of your name with a barrage of many pairs of foot steps behind you until a pair of arms encased your body, trapping you arms in the hold forcing you to stop your motions.

“My gods, what happened? Y/N? Are you hurt? No no stay awake.”

Aemond swallowed your body with his, taking you away from the scene to the other side of the room. Your whole body was limp and you couldn’t do anything anymore. You couldn’t see past your tears that kept flowing and flowing, sobbing into Aemonds chest and grabbing onto his clothes to anchor yourself to him.

“Shhhh, let’s get you away from here…”

Aemond repositioned you so he could pick you up bridal style, you buried your head back into his chest to cover your sight to anything that would affirm that all this was reality. Time didn’t exist in this moment; this could’ve happened within seconds. Minutes. Hours. You would be none of the wiser…

You exhausted all your energy by now. Whatever the bird thing was, vomiting, murder, and sobbing until your throat hurt, had exhausted you to the point where all it took was Aemonds racing heartbeat to oddly lull you to sleep.

Gods be damned…

[supergnome-a]

agh help

its 130 in the morning

BUT I MADE AN OC FOR @marsalta ROYALITY AU AGUSBDVRYSJ HELP I HAVE A PROBLEM

Her name is (prof) Quinn !!

Quinn is a librarian along with narrator, and is a close friend of his. She found about his crush on the prince and makes fun of him for it(in a good way lol). At night she sometimes sneaks out and practices with a sword or with her fists in a little makeshift traning area she found while exploring.

She had a dark teal shirt to match her hat

A dark gray corset and lighter gray pants

Brown hair and is pale af lol

also here i keep playing this scene in my head cuuzzz itss funny

so i drew it for you

Quinn walks over to tell narrator she is leaving

"Hey narr-"

...

"Not even gonna ask"

In the morning "took you long enough"

[vlfies]

sub ! soobin x dom ! male reader

‘ happy anniversary ‘

tw : unprotected sex

soobin wakes up and looks at his phone and realizes it’s your guys first anniversary of dating, he looks next to him and realizes you’re at work so he rushes to the closet and sees the box of “ special stuff “ .

he takes out a red corset , red short skirt, red lacy panties , and red fish nets. he rushes to grab cleaning supplies to clean around the house while he is cleaning he thinks about how he will surprise you. he finishes cleaning and gets into the shower and shaves everywhere and takes care of his skin, after his everything shower. he gets out and starts to change into the “ surprise outfit “

he blow dries his hair and gets the room ready and waits for you to get home. . .

he hears you open the door and yell his name

“ princess ? where are you . “

no reply. you get suspicious meanwhile you take off your shoes and start look for him, you get to your guys bedroom and notices him on his knees on the bed with his red outfit. “how was work ? “ and starts to smile and giggle .

“this all for me baby?” while u talk to him you take off your jacket and undo your belt. ”cmere baby” soobin crawls to you and you kiss him and he smiles into your guys kiss. you guys start to make out and you slip your tongue into his mouth and he then wraps his arms around your neck while pulling you down on the bed. soobin then gets cut off by you undoing his corset and taking off his skirt and panties and you go to see his cock is leaking, “fuck princess..” soobin starts to squirm a lot as he watches you go to grab lube to finger him. he sees you rub lube on your fingers and you shove one finger in him. “a-agh ! “ you chuckle at his noise and shove other finger and then other one. “well i think your ready sweetie..” you take off your pants easily and he sees you button your dress shirt and take off your boxers, he watches you put lube on your cock and line up your cock at his pink lubed hole.”you ready?” “m-mhm!” you shove it into him and he yelps, “oh gosh..” you slowly start to thrust into him while he put his legs on your shoulders

you put your head into the crook of his neck and start to softly place kisses and start to thrust harder into him, wet skin slaps and moans filled the room until soobin yelled “c-cumming” you cummed inside of him and he watches you slowly pull out of him and whisper something in his ear, “happy anniversary babe.”

lmk if i messed up any where 💖

[b1mbodoll]

Baby I need advice

Me and my girlfriend are going to a lovejoy concert tonight and I have no idea what to wear! My girlfriends had her outfit planned out for weeks and she looks absolutely scrumptious but I just received the corset I'm supposed to be wearing and my titties don't fit 🙃 might cry don't know yet

-👻

(I hope you had a good day sugar)

omg lovejoy!!!!! that sounds so fun im happy for u <3 but agh!!! the outfit thing has happened to me before n it sucks!!!!!! dont cry baby :( is there another top you could wear that goes with the rest of ur outfit ? 🥺

[storyweaverofgondor]

I’m too aroace for my own headcanons about Gothenburg Munkustrap and Cass and it is a trial!

Cause you know that one partial bootleg of Pekes and Pollicles and how Cass dresses with the whole mask and corset and whip and how she interacts with Munk and that little mew he gives after she knocks him off his feet! Yeah, that whole thing gave me STRONG Gothenburg Munkandra headcanons . . . that lay in in very definite direction.

But i am too aroace to even think about it for more then five seconds! AGH!

[sillymatchacat]

the feminine urge to show off my fits

[first-edition]

King

Aemond targeryan x reader

Sum- you’re betrothed to aegon yet you’re in love with aemond. When aegon finds out of this he makes sure to punish you…in front of everyone.

CW- angst, abuse, embarrassment, violence, threatening, sexual harassment. 18+ themes and content viewer discretion is advised

TW- THIS FIC CONTAINS EXTREME DESCRIPTION OF ABUSE, VIOLENCE AND VULGAR LANGUAGE PLEASE READ WITH CAUTION IF YOU HAVE TRAUMA CAUSED BY ANY OF THE TOPICS. 

You run through the halls holding the front of your dress as to not trip. The lights open the back courtyard doors for you as you continue your jog. 

“Aemond!?” You call out your lovers name. 

He stands with mellos stands with him holding the reigns on his horse. Upon your voice his head turns and a smiles is plastered on his face. He opens his arms to you as your engulfed in his embrace. Missing everything about him. 

He’s been gone for 2 weeks riding on dragon back from kingdom to kingdom. 

“You’re more beautiful than the day i’d left.” He places his hand on your cheek.  “you flatter me my lord.” You say blushing as your hands rest on his chest.

“i missed you.” He says you smile nodding. 

“i missed you!” You exclaim. Waiting no time he presses his lips against yours deeply kissing you as you melt into his arms. 

———

“where’s my lady?” Aegon walks through the castle halls calling out for you. Your ladies in waiting said you had ran out of the sewing room when a meister came to tell you of news. 

“the courtyard your grace, shes gone to greet your brother aemond.” A near by knight replies. 

“oh he’s back…good i can teach him more ways of the whore house in bla-” he stops. His blood boiling eyes darkening as he sees you. Your arms wrapped around his brother his just as yours as you to share a kiss before he lifts you spinning you touching you the way you wont even let aegon himself get close to you. 

“Your grace?” The knight says.

“gather everyone in the throne room…make sure my brother, tsk, is busy at that time.” He says. 

“yes your grace.” He says and walks off Aegon soon following. 

———

You walk down the isle of servants your mother, father brothers and cousins. Aegon sits on the throne seething in anger and embarrassment. His hand griping the throne his knuckles white.

You meet the end of the steps giving a soft smile up to aegon before curtising.

“your grace.” You say he scoffs standing. 

“I’ve heard word my brother is back. Have you heard news of this?” He asks

“yes your grace, I passed him through the halls.” You answer 

“and tell me…my love. When you passed him in the hall was the kiss just a sweet as the one in the courtyard!” He hisses.

Your breath hitches heart pounding. You open your mouth to speak 

“A king is to never hit his queen.” Aegon says 

“sir criston.” He replies. A hand to grabs your hair out of its braid pulling you back and throwing you to the ground.

Your mother takes a step about to run towards you to help you up.

“YOU TAKE ONE MORE FUCKING STEP TWORDS YOUR DAUGHTER PRINCESS RHANEYRA AND YOUR FATE WILL BE DRAGON FIRE!” Aegon yells at your mother. Jaces fist clenches knowing he cannons do anything but watch in horror as his sister stand. Only for sir Cristion to grab your neck and throw you down again and proceed to kick your ribs. 

“AGH!” You scream in pain. 

“sir criston, my lady is over dressed…unburden her.” Aegon instructs as criston pulls you up to your knees. And rips open the back of your dress. You hold up the front before if exposes you. 

“All of it.” Aegon continues sir cristion takes out a dagger sliceing off your corset and pulling off every last peice of clothing then once more proceeds you kick you twice more.

He steps back as aegon walks down the steps. You lay on the cold stone floor your body bruised and bleeding as the armor on sir criston has cut you. Articles of the dress aemond has bought you now on the floor around you.

“YOU ARE MINE!!! MY LADY! AND I WILL NOT HAVE A WHORE FOR A WI-” the doors burst open exposing aemond, Alicent, laryas and sir Harold as well as other guards.

“Y/N?!” Aemond runs to you your fragile state shivering, sobbing and battered. 

“What is the meaning of this??!!” Alicent yells. Walking up to her son.

“what kind of knight beats a helpless girl! And what kind of king orders him to do so to his soon to be lady wife!” She shouts furious with her son.

Sir Harold pulls off his cloak covering you as aemond sits you up on your knees not letting your go. 

“h-he…he know aemond.” You whisper to your lover. Aemonds eyes dart to his brother. Rhenerya now no longer afraid runs to you moving your hair out of your face placing a hand on your cheek. Aemond stands up drawing his sword holding the blade out the tip touching aegon throat. 

“you dare threaten the king?!” Sir criston exclaims

“NO. I threaten my brother…she Is not yours nor was she to begin with. You may have the white brow whore house, and the women of the castle…our sister even. But you Will Not Nor Ever have HER.” Aemond Seeths with revenge.

“ill will have you tounge.” Aegon spits. 

“AND I WILL HAVE YOUR HANDS, YOUR COCK, AND YOUR HEAD YOU UNGRATEFUL PILE OF SHIT! YOU TOUCH HER AGAIN AND YOUR CROWN WILL ROLL ALONG WITH YOUR SKULL!” Aemond yells. Pressing the blade more to his brothers neck. 

Aemond hear you whimper in pain. His head immediately looking back to you. As daemon holds you in his arms completely engulfed in sir Harold’s cloak. He looks back to his brother. 

“your name blackens the kings rule.” He says putting his sword away before following your mother father out. 

“you are no son of mine…” alicent takes the crown of aegon head and throws it to the ground with a clang. 

[n6918]

Kali: hmmmm~ you like that baby~ you like mommas big ass~

Sun: please miss B, I can’t breathe

The young Huntsman pleaded with the older cat woman who had her hands around his neck. Kali set a top blonde young man wearing long black gloves and a tight black corset. She was steadily but consistently lifting her ass into the air and slamming it down against his hips. All well his arms were tied��� to the bed pose with silk bedsheets, his legs to; well his tail desperately tried to pull her off him.

He had been stuck like this for three days, she had been using him on and off for three days. Riding him to climax and getting off to walk away into stuff, and coming back later to ride him again. This was all happening well his girlfriend Blake was tied to the wall with vibrators bringing her to climax well she watched. Apparently telling his new mother-in-law that she was going to be a grandmother may have sent her into a breeding frenzy.

Blake: mommy~

Kali: hmmm?

Blake: make him cum again~

Sun: agh ugh~ Blake no~

Kali: of course dear~ and when I’m done with your punishment you can join me too



[loopholesinmydreams]

Saw @chasingfictions post this and I'm playing

Let's start out with this little anomaly from Life Serial. I love this little corset top. Very early 2000s and with this necklace. Wish we got more of it in this episode!

Love the ultra fuzzier tiger hoodie from s1. We usually see long dramatic coat Buffy, but i love cozy hoodie Buffy as well! And drinking the slurpie or whatever it is. It's like hey, this is a lil 90s baby pls protect her.

What's my line gives some if my favorite outfits but i lose my mind over this one. The choker. The mini skirt. The sweater and high boots. It's very Rachel Green 90s icon fashion. But it's in neutrals and i just AGH.

Speaking of Buffy wearing a choker. I die a little for this floral choker and off the shoulder look in Older and Far Away.

As an overalls queen myself, i recognize that Willow takes the overalls crown for the show. But Buffy has one pair and she seems to wear them in times she feels defeated. In school hard at parent teacher night, at the end of becoming when she is leaving for LA, when she is fighting Kralik in helpless. These are her sad overalls and we love to see them!

Speaking of sad Buffy, the off the shoulder flannel in what's my line!

Buffy has a lot of coats. Endless coats. Colorful, symbolic coats. Her blue hero's coat. Her helpless red riding hood coat. Her fuzzy coats. Her denim jackets even. But something about her coat in Dead Things, and I Only Have Eyes just feel iconic Buffy to me.

I know I am missing many. Shout-out to all the iconic black and white looks of s7 with the wavy hair and the seriousness. Shout-out to anytime Buffy does a low messy bun, or the bun pigtails. Shout out to the many leather pants and halter tops for patrolling in. The many chunky white turtlenecks. The many lace camisoles. And any time that she and Spike are matching. In fact, let's end it on that.

[ingenio-academy-if]

I thought of a GNC MC, or at least an MC (regardless of gender mind you) that has never tried "fem" stuff for whatever reason, in relationship with the ROs and gaining enough confidence (and encouragement) from their partner to try out clothes.

Cue to MC trying earrings and skirts and dresses and thigh highs and twirling in front of the RO, putting make up (or just lipstick) and kissing ROs cheek, and later on something more spicy like lingerie and corsets.

MC generally just having fun and gender euphoria they can dress however they want and can look more pretty for their partner, all the while bonding with them.

Sorry this was so long, I just think the escenario cute (and maybe it's the inner femboy in me yearning)

AGH. MY HEART.

ANON.

AAAAAAAAAAA THE CUTENESSS *melts*

All of the Ro's will love a MC thats figuring out that they love feminine things!

(Zane and feminine Kane will be able to relate to that a lot!!)

[like-rain-or-confetti]

How would the Romanians react to their human mate asking “how did you guys have sex back in the day? It takes like an hour unbottoning ur 49020284 buttons and unlacing corsets for a pussy that haven’t even been washed for years-“

THATS ACTUALLY TRUE THO- in Europe even royalties didn’t bathe regularly and some only bathed once in their lifetime- so imagine how nasty the peasants would be- and even the middle class-

It was like this until the 1820s apparently.... at least in Europe-

Well when you put it that way--

They didn't anticipate being exposed like this. C'mon now, it was different times back them. Y-you've got to understand, human! It was different!

But..back to your previous question.

Okay they'll admit, getting you out of your clothes is significantly easier to back in their times. They'll agree.

They'll admit, sometimes the corsets and stuff didn't even come off atleast all the way. The mood doesn't wait that long. 👀 Stefan most definitely gets you with all the buttons. Listen the clothing back then was beautiful but the relief he has that there aren't so many buttons and ribbons and lace and AGH! Don't mind Stefan, he's having flashbacks of the wars he's had with those kinds of clothing.

Sometimes it just wasn't worth it and that's just how it was.

They'd find your thoughts amusing. Although it was a bit of a reach when you claimed all those corsets and ribbons basically being contraception because no one wants to deal with all those layers, corsets, buttons and lace and yet again more layers and just to top it off the amount of hair pins half of the women wore to have a certain hair style.