#halter dress formal

[sellamazonsmarketing]

"Elegant and Versatile: Remidoo Women's Shoulder Halter Sleeveless Blouse - Perfect for Casual or Formal Wear"

[sysig]

Dance, fucker, dance (Patreon)

[mididressobsessed]

Source: chicwish.com

[anmolsmsblog]

rosery paris Women V Neck fulls Sleeve one Piece Formal Black Floral Western one Piece Knee-Length Dress

Price: (as of – Details) Customers say Customers like the fit, quality, and elegance of the dress. They mention it’s flattering, the material is good, and it looks elegant. Some say it’s worth the price and appropriate for a night out or formal occasions. AI-generated from the text of customer reviews

[lunss-couture]

Sparkle Red Stripe Sequin Halter V-neck Mermaid Prom Gown

The dazzling sparkle red mermaid prom dress features unique stripe pattern sequin throughout the whole dress, sexy halter V neckline and open back. It is an ideal piece for prom and other formal occasions.

[teamred]

devilish

✩‌ merchant!qimir x acolyte!reader | smut | fluff | 2.5k

SUMMARY | you fall into bed with sweet, goofy qimir, expecting a tame tryst... but he's not as sweet as he seems in between the sheets.

WARNINGS | smut, dirty talk, breastplay, f*ngering, oral s*x (male receiving), breathplay (safe choking), praise kink (good girl!), piv s*x, unprotected s*x

RATING | explicit

NOTES | please leave some love in comments/tags or inbox if you liked this fic!!! thanks for those who were waiting for this fic <3

He’s going to kill me. 

The thought rings through your mind as you’re sitting in Qimir’s lap, lips intertwined with his. His hands grasp the back of your head and the side of your thigh, while yours tug on the nape of his neck and run through his perpetually messy hair. 

It’s screwed up that you’re thinking of the master you and Qimir share at a moment like this, but it’s impossible not to. 

If your master finds out you’re about to bed the guide he assigned to you, he may never let you see him again. A deeper fear gnaws at you; he might not only kill you for breaking some unspoken protocol, but also Qimir.  

But it’s worth the risk, one you’re both willing to take. 

Consequences be damned, because Qimir’s been undressing you with his eyes all night. 

The same sweet, goofy Qimir who always greets you with a lopsided grin, constantly annoys you about drinking enough water, and trips when he walks up the stairs or even flat ground.

But tonight’s circumstances were different. Both of you were dressed up formally to infiltrate a Senate Gala undercover. 

Him, working as a waiter, his signature disheveled hair temporarily tamed in a small bun and wearing a uniform that highlighted his broad shoulders you weren’t accustomed to. You, adorning a floor-length red halter dress that hugged your body in all the right places. 

The second he saw you step into the ballroom, he stammered into his ear-piece (“Wow, you look—wow.”). And when you blended in by grabbing a drink from his tray, his eyes could not help but roam your body. Your exposed shoulders, the expanse of your bare back, and the amount of leg showing with your high slit. 

After finishing your tasks for the night, you two stormed off in the Exile II to a nearby planet, seeking refuge at a run-down safehouse. What began as winding down with a few drinks soon morphed into spontaneous slow-dancing without any music.

You’ve always had a soft spot for him, and when he mustered the courage to tell you how gorgeous you looked tonight, followed by the loaded question—if he could kiss you—you obviously said yes. 

Which led to this current beautiful scene being played out on this grungy, old couch. 

In his loosened button-up shirt, Qimir kisses so delicately, each movement and touch just as gentle, perfectly reflecting his personality. Frankly, you’re not expecting anything more than a pleasant evening with a coworker you've grown to adore. If he's spectacular in bed, that’s merely a bonus. 

As his lips leave yours and travel to the side of your neck, you arch into him while your hands bunch up the fabric of his shirt. He holds you close, lips never straying from your skin, and lowers you down onto the couch.

But then, your eyes drift up to the ceiling, and the weight of where you are and who owns this place hits you again, causing you to tense up. 

“Stop thinking about him,” Qimir murmurs against your neck, his hands kneading your waist. This elicits a low groan from you, pulling you back into the moment.

“But what if he—”

“He’ll never know,” he cuts in reassuringly. 

“And if he does?”

“He’ll be fine with this,” he insists, tone bordering frustration. 

“How do you know?” 

Drawing away from your neck, he gazes down at you with a hand braced on the couch’s armrest. His messy, yet gorgeous, hair nearly brushes against your face. When he palms your cheek, his eyes soften. 

“Just be with me for tonight. All of you. Don’t think about anything else besides you and me. Can you do that for me?” 

You glance up at him for a few beats, taking in his beauty, along with his saccharine pleading words. Then, with a small smile, you nod. 

Suddenly, like lightning cutting through a storm, a smirk replaces Qimir’s warmth.   

“Good girl,” he says, his voice now a lower, more seductive tone than you’re used to. You reflexively tighten at the praise.  

Swiftly, he unties your halter dress and pulls the fabric down, baring your breasts to the cool air. 

You gasp sharply as his mouth descends, capturing your nipple between his teeth, gently nipping before he swirls and darts his tongue against it. Your fingers tug at his hair, while his free hand kneads your other breast, his thumb strumming and teasing the hardened tip. 

Hovering over your body, he trails kisses along your skin, switching his attention from one breast to the other, ensuring every inch of your chest is teased and pleasured. 

Eventually, his hand slides down from your breast, the tips of his fingers grazing you in a slow, deliberate path until they find their way between your legs. 

Your breath becomes ragged and your eyes tremble as he drags two fingers over your thin underwear. 

“Fuck,” he chuckles, and you detect a cocky note to it, “you’re so wet for me already.” 

His cockiness, paired with the vulgar comment, makes you shiver. You involuntarily buck your hips in need; he continues to chuckle, clearly indulging his power over you and how weak you become by a mere touch. 

Qimir deftly pushes your panties to one side and plunges his digits into you. Your hands slip underneath his button-up shirt, fingers pressing into the smooth skin of his upper back and shoulders while your rising moans and needy whimpers fill the room. 

But he’s far from finished—he jacks his fingers straighter, angling them even deeper than before.

Your whimpers evolve into heavy groans and wails, your fingers practically leaving marks on him. If he was this good with just his fingers, you were dying to know what he could do with his cock. Despite the raw pleasure, he grounds you with the press of his forehead against yours.

For the cherry on top, his thumb rubs your clit in small circles, each stroke sending you closer to the edge. 

“Be a good girl and come for me.” 

And you obediently do so with the rolling of your eyes, the uncontrollable jolting of your hips, and the ceaseless panting of his own name into Qimir's lips. 

You take a second to come down from your high, but decide not to waste any time and pull away from underneath Qimir to shimmy out of your dress and panties, standing up and kicking them off beside the foot of the couch.

He sits relaxed on the couch now with a hand behind his head, watching you intently as you, now completely bare, drop to your knees in front of him. 

Your hands tremble in anticipation when you reach for his pants, evidently feeling his desire around the seams. Removing his pants and undergarment to his ankles, your breath catches in your throat at the sight of his cock springing up against his shirt.

Said shirt is in the way, so Qimir unbuttons it fully and you become slack-jawed over his gorgeous abs, so awestruck that you can’t resist stroking them. 

You continue to touch his abs as you hold his length in your other hand, gifting him gradual, firm strokes. Qimir releases a soft moan, leaning his head back while one of his hands squeeze your shoulder tenderly. 

Finally, you take him into your mouth. On your knees, you worship him. Your tongue traces every inch of him and your lips and palm work together in tandem until his length is slick with your devotion. 

In this moment, you feel an unspoken, strong reverence for Qimir. You can’t explain why you feel this way, but you let your body speak for itself. Each motion you provide is a testament to how much you respect him—as if letting him fill your mouth completely, even occasionally hitting the back of your throat, will prove your admiration.

Although he watches your every move, in such moments such as when you take him fully, squeeze his length harder, or suck hard on his blunt head, his composure slips; he releases throaty groans and his eyes lose focus.

At one point, he warns you he’s close, and you retreat, not wanting the evening to end just yet. Decisively, he rids of his shirt, revealing the expanse of his upper body, and steps out of his other clothes. You ogle at his presence; the more you experience Qimir tonight, the more you realize just how little you know about him.  

Gently taking you by your wrist, Qimir guides you to bend forward in front of him on the couch. You’re surprised at this unexpected position from what you anticipated—a more traditional one like missionary—since it places him in control and leaves you vulnerable, with your face turned away from his. 

His hands grip your hips firmly, and he lines himself up behind you. He eases into you slowly, and you throw your head back when he’s fully inside. Once you’ve adjusted, his thrusts are slow and deep. You savor the feeling of him inside of you, gripping the couch for release with each penetration. 

He leans closer, his breath hot against your ear. “Do you feel me? Every inch of me?” 

You nod, breathless and overwhelmed.

“And do you like it?” 

“I do”—you gasp, throwing your head back at a sudden thrust—“I love it so much.” 

“Such a good girl…” Qimir presses a kiss at the nape of your neck. Just as you're about to lean into it, he’s already gone. 

He removes himself from your warmth, disappointment rising within you in the form of a pout, but he quickly turns you around. 

Qimir lays you on the couch again beneath him once more. As he re-enters you, you think about how the vulnerability of your previous position pales in comparison to this. Now, this position makes you feel even more exposed with how he pins you down with his tenacious gaze with each thrust into your pussy.

Then, intensity flickers in his eyes. His gaze sharpens, and you sense his desire for something more, particularly with how hard he grips your waist. 

“I’m–I’m going to place my hand around your neck,” he pants. “If it’s too much at any point, you double-tap me and I’ll stop. Do you understand?”

You nod, drowning in the pleasure, and you barely whisper, “I understand.” 

His fingers first trace the contours of your throat, barely touching it, almost as if he's giving you one last out to say no if you want. But you don't want to; your curiosity is piqued for this darker, dominant side of Qimir you've never seen before.

His hand wraps around your throat with a firm, yet controlled pressure. You can feel the tightness and the pulse of your own blood under his touch, but the sensation is exhilarating, never crossing into pain.

When you don't seem to mind the amount of pressure, Qimir pushes you further, strengthening his hold against the sides of your windpipes. You moan harder, your pussy clenching in tandem with the thrill.

“Remember to breathe,” he instructs. “Focus on how good I feel inside of you.”

Seeing this intense, commanding side of Qimir is addicting. You want more—no, you need more of him like this. Your eyes roll, feeling the rising tension in the pits of your abdomen.

Your gaze drifts to the point where you and he connect, captivated by the sight of his relentless thrusts. You watch the way his body moves against yours, each thrust pushing you closer and closer.

“Look at me as I fuck you,” he demands, his gaze unyielding the whole time. 

You struggle to keep your eyes locked on his, but you try your best to in order to avoid disappointing him. At this point, he's almost just as much of a mess as you: hair sticking to his perspired forehead, eyelids fluttering, teeth gritting hard as if he's holding himself back.

“Good girl. That’s my good”—he hesitates with an elongated moan—“my good girl.”

Pleasure seizes you both, and your faces contort in ecstasy. Jagged moans permeate the air as you come undone first, with Qimir following behind as he paints your stomach with thick, white streaks.

After the clean-up, you lie on the couch on your side, facing him. On the other hand, he’s facing the ceiling with a hand above his head, and you’re in disbelief over the fact that he hides such a toned and chiseled form underneath layers of clothes all the time. You take advantage of the moment and let your hands graze the planes of his chest.

“You’re a completely different person when sex is on the table,” you observe with a hint of awe. 

“Yeah?” He glances at you with a glimmer of a smirk. His voice seems huskier than usual, more seductive really. “Do you like that side of me?” 

“I do,” you admit shyly. 

His hand reaches out from beneath the sheet over your bodies, brushing against your thigh. “Wasn’t too much for you?” 

You shake your head. “Not at all.” 

“Do you…” He absentmindedly draws shapes on your skin. “Do you prefer that side of me over how I normally am?” 

You think about it for a second.

“No,” you say with confidence, reaching for him and tucking some of his loose hair behind his ear. “That was undoubtedly one of the hottest things I’ve ever experienced, but I also like how you are with me every day. You respect me, you treat me well, and you make me laugh all the time; you’re one of the funniest guys I know.” 

“On that note”—he leans in to rub his nose against the top of your arm before placing a light kiss on the same area—“can you call me master when we have sex?” 

You immediately swat him on his chest and laugh. “Oh, my God!” 

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding!” he says, his pitch now returning to its normal state. “Unless…?” 

“If you’re really into it, I’ll consider it.” you tease, then look away. The mention of the word drags you back to reality. “What are we going to do about him?” 

“I told you already; he’s fine with it,” he says dismissively, waving a hand. It bothers you that he doesn’t seem to care, but then you squint and wonder…

“You say that as if he already knows.” 

He shrugs. “Maybe he does.” 

Your eyes widen as your suspicions seem to be true. “Did you tell him?!” 

“No,” he grunts, “but, I mean, he probably has the place bugged.”

“Oh, God…” You bury your face in one of your hands. “He’s not gonna be happy, especially if he heard everything. I do not look forward to training tomorrow.” 

“Like I said,” he takes one of your hands and presses a kiss onto the inside of your wrist, “he’ll be fine with it. I’m willing to bet on it.”

“You don’t know him like I do, Qimir! How do you know it’ll be okay?” 

“Trust me, all right?” He smiles and plants a gentle kiss on your forehead before pulling you into his arms—

“I just know.”  

[myshunko]

hi! your hachi sim is absolutely stunning! i was wondering if you could provide some of the ccs you used for her outfits? thank you so much~!

<3 thank you :)

cold weather

fluffy pink scarf (hat) - LIN-DIAN

black turtleneck (accessory) - saurus

ruffle top - SUNBERRY

tutu skirt - SUNBERRY

leg warmers - SIMSTEFANI

ribbon heels - SUNBERRY

2. formal

black hair flower (hat) - LAMZ

heart dangle earrings - LINDIAN

white dress shirt (accessory) - trillyke

pearl necklace - polygoncouture

tweed halter dress - RIMINGS

ribbon mules - sentate

3. everyday 1

head scarf - phoenixsims

pink neck scarf - SUNBERRY

white shirt - clumsytraitt

plaid skirt - simstefani

lace tights - guemarasims

leg warmers - CHARONLEE

white bowknot pumps - jius

4. everyday 2

bow belt one piece - LIN-DIAN

black calf socks - CHARONLEE

white pearl handbag - milasmith

white pearl bow kitten heels - SUNBERRY

little hairbow (hat) - LIN-DIAN

vivienne westwood 2d orb earrings - murphy

black lace ribbon choker - kaguya

5. everyday 3

turtleneck (accessory) - listed above

pearl dangly earrings - ASHwwa

black heart headband (hat) - gorillax3

white rose choker - SUNBERRY

gold vivienne westwood 2d orb bracelet - murphy

white corset dress - LIN-DIAN

white and black fishnet thigh highs - SUNBERRY

ballerina heels - CHARONLEE

[guemarasims]

Elegant high-neck halter gown for Sims 4. This long, form-fitting dress exudes glamour with a sleek silhouette, perfect for formal events or evening wear. Available in 20 colors, this gown is designed to bring classic sophistication to your Sim's wardrobe. Ideal for glamorous or red-carpet looks.

Thank you very much for your support!

Download (Patreon, Early access)

[telekinetictrait]

"of course i order too many hats and too many dresses and too many everything – but i want them" - camille, 1936, dir. george cukor

wanted to make an old film star :) cc links and creator tags under the cut!

check my resources page and genetics tag for genetics

multiple : twisted-cat's basics please eyeshadow / mlyssimblr's sybil rolled updo / zurkdesign's medium pulled up curls / chere-indolente's clara lipstick / chere-indolente's half-moon long almond nails / rusty's jackie gloves / waxesnostalgic's cuban heel mary janes

everyday / house : gilded-ghosts' deco darling dress

going out #1 : sorrowsims c'est nuit beret / twentiethcenturysims' viola dress / pickypikachu's beaky booties

going out #2 : waxesnostalgic's alpine style fedora / nolan-sims' retro blouse / satterlly's betty pants

formal : rusty's elegant wavy hair / christopher067's opulent earrings / pepperoni-puffin's claudia gown / ice-creamforbreakfast's miss scarlet gloves / serenity-cc's lissa shoes

athletic : anoherm's tea dress

undergarments : serenity-cc's celia bra / raindropsoncowplants’ simtimates add-on silk lace shorts

sleepwear : satterlly's alicia dress

party : simandy's mousse hair / renorasims' pearls for our girls with amulet / historysims4's samedi soir / sentate's olivia gloves

beach : blahberry-pancake's tilda hat / nords-sims' scientists glasses / dzifasims' beach pajamas

swimwear : waxesnostalgic's halter-top swimsuit

spring : gilded-ghosts' absolutely tilt-ilating hat + breezy blues blouse + sweet and spicy skirt / huiernxoxo's marry gloves

summer : gilded-ghosts' sweet shopgirl dress / boonstow's rosalie shoes

fall : gilded-ghosts' moderne muse + glamour gloves / simtone's oxford heels

winter : moon-simmer's aureliana cloche (rc of happylifesims' guest cloche) + hirma coat (rc of javitrulovesims' la maison blanche coat)

thank you to @twisted-cat @mlyssimblr @zurkdesign @chere-indolente @waxesnostalgic @rustys-cc @gilded-ghosts @twentiethcenturysims @pickypikachu @nolan-sims @satterlly @christopher067 @pepperoni-puffin @ice-creamforbreakfast @serenity-cc @raindropsoncowplants @simandy @renorasims @historysims4 @sentate @blahberry-pancake @nords-sims @dzifasims @huiernxoxo @simtone @moon-simmers

[ms--lobotomy]

I don't even know what to say for myself at this point. Thank you enabler @angronsjewelbeetle

Summary: Horus takes you away for some after-concert diddlin'

Word Count: 1246

Content Warnings: SMUT, Horus's chainmail anime girl shirt, Horus has a sound kink this time, belly bulge, it's kinda saccharine for Horus but we ball, tears,

Image Credit: @squishyowl

You had to leave through the back of the venue, it was far too crowded at the front. Stage makeup decorated your face, and you were adorned in a sparkly little halter dressed. And despite the armored bodyguards next to you, you felt the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. You wrung your hands out in front of you as one of the bodyguards got the door for you, opening the door and exposing you to the Terran night. You shivered, pulling on the opening in your dress as if to close it.

You heard a chuckle from behind you, something familiar. You'd heard it a few times before, but never outside of a formal event. The bodyguards huddled around you, and you had to stand on your toes to get a glimpse of his face. It was Horus, clad in that chainmail top he loved so dearly and that wolf cape around his shoulders.

"No need to hide the little lady," he said, walking ever closer. "She put on quite the show tonight, didn't she?"

"You need to let the lady back to her ship," said one of the guards. "She's probably exhausted."

You looked to the side, grasping one index finger with your other hand. Your legs were sore from dancing around the stage all day, your lungs were about to give out from that, the singing, and the constant crowd engagement. You looked back up at Horus (as much as you could) as he opened his mouth again.

"Why don't we let her decide what she wants to do?" he asked, before kneeling down and putting a hand on the shoulder of the bodyguard in front of you, pushing him to the side before running a finger along your chin.

Your face flushed warm as your eyes widened. "I- uh-" you started, your grip on your finger tightening. "Uh, maybe I want to go with H-"

Before you could finish his name, Horus grabbed your forearm, yanking it away from your index finger as he pulled you away from the guards. You heard a vague "hey, what are you doing?!?" from another guard before he swept you in his arms, a mischievous grin on his face.

"Horus?!?" you exclaimed as he positioned you in his arm and draped his cape over you.

"What? You said you wanted to go with me," he chuckled. You tried to peer out of his cape, but he pulled it over your eyes.

"Ah ah ah, not yet," he chided, shifting you in his arm. You exhaled, slowly relaxing in his arms as you heard the sounds of the shipyard in front of you. The chainmail rubbed against your dress, some of the glitter on it coming off on him. You closed your eyes, and before you knew it, you heard a small vessel open up.

Horus removed the cape from over you, and pressed you against the cold wall. His face was right up against yours, his breath hot on your face. "Now I have you all to myself, songbird," he huffed, one hand holding you to the wall and the other thumbing at the opening in your dress. You gasped as he felt underneath, his large hand roving your soft chest.

"Horus..." you cried out weakly, your thin leather shoes dangling a few feet above the floor. Your hand moved to meet the one keeping you in the air.

"What is it?" he asked, squeezing your nub before you could formulate a response.

You squeaked, your thighs pressing together. He smirked at you, and pressed himself against you as he reached behind your neck to unclasp the top of your dress. He pulled it down, revealing bare chest. He stared at you for a second, breathless, before the cocky smirk returned to his face. He squeezed both nubs, and you cried out again.

"Got a song for me?" he asked, one of his hands tugging at the waist of your dress.

"Not... yet?" you asked as he pulled your dress down. The shiny thing fell past your feet, laying at the floor out of sight.

He began to tug at your underwear. "You will," he said as they met your dress on the ground. His finger found its way between your legs and to your clit in no time, and he began to stroke.

You slumped against him, wrapping your arms around his neck. You heard sweet noises escaping your lips. Horus lifted your face to his with one hand, working you with the other and pressing you into the wall with his body. Your face scrunched up as you trailed circles into the back of his neck.

He added another finger into the mix, and you could feel it open you up. You grit your teeth as one of your hands made its way to Horus's shoulder. He slipped in yet another finger, and he smirked as he heard you let out another "A-ah!"

He chuckled as he slipped his fingers out, admiring your body for a moment again before he undid his belt buckle. The large thing met the floor with a clang, and he pulled the rim of his pants down just low enough to expose himself to you. Your eyes widened when you saw him, and you briefly wondered how it would all fit in before he lined himself up with your entrance.

He popped himself in, and you grabbed for the chainmail on his torso as you let out a "mmh!" More sounds escaped your mouth, and Horus chuckled as you lay limp against him.

"You gonna sing for me, songbird?" he asked, one arm around your waist and another pressing into your abdomen. You let out a series of incoherent noises, your eyes welling up as you looked up at him. He grinned down at you as he buried all of himself in you. He left it in for a few moments as you both panted against each other.

He pulled out slightly before he started to ram himself into you. You cried out for him, calling his name as tears threatened to ruin your carefully painted makeup. He grunted as his hips moved and your eyes rolled back into your skull, releasing on him with more sweet little noises escaping you.

"That's right, sing for me," he muttered, his own breath speeding up as he nailed you against the wall. He'd mumbled praises into the top of your head, eyes on you as he worked himself up as well. Before long, he'd stopped in you, throbbing inside as he released rope after rope.

Horus groaned as he came, running his free hand through your hair as he held you against the wall. For a moment, the only sound in the ship was that of the two of you breathing heavily before you looked back up at him. You opened your mouth to speak, but he spoke first.

"Let's get you back to my place," he said, pulling you off of him and finding a robe far to large for you to cover your skin.

You felt your legs wobble, and he picked you up, pulling his pants up with the other hand and leaving the rest of the clothing on the floor. "We can deal with that later, songbird," he mumbled, bringing you up to his level so he could plant a kiss on your lips. "Stay with me. I'm going to take care of you."

Taglist: @bispecsual @justeverythingnothingelse @bleedingichorhearts @nekotaetae @historitor-bookshelf

[ogsnarf]

TS2: Lucilla-Sims 4to2 Halter Dress conversion for MaxisAF, Athletic Girl, Amazonian, 34De-36, Classic Pinup, FitChick, RIO, Sassy Curvy and Sussi bodyshapes

Greetings and salutations! Here are a multitude of bodyshapes wearing Lucilla Sims' 4to2 Halter Dress conversion, shoeswapped with Sentate's Ingrid boots. The picture represents all the bodyshapes(left to right) and each bodyshape has all the outfits which are categorized Formal. The bodyshapes are Adult Female(Maxis), Athletic Girl, Amazonian, 34De-36, Classic Pinup, FitChick, RIO, Sassy Curvy and Sussi, with the original twenty-two(22) textures are included. Bodyshape credits go to Maxis, Marvine, Ocelotekatl, Poppeboy, Warlokk, Julie J and SussiSoGood and all meshes include curvy/curvier and preg morphs. Footwear credit goes to Sentate(OGSnarf 4to2 conversion). Special thanks to Ocelotekatl(Blue Heaven Sims)for the WSO tutorial. If there are issues/I did not give proper credit, let me know. Enjoy!

Download HERE

[duskgamble]

Dusk Gamble

cc under cut

All: Interstellar Overlay // Overlay Minipack // Dal Markings // Nenps Fish Scales Recolor // Squiggly Antenna // Candy Shoppe Eyebrows // Bellucci Hair // Frankie Hairstreaks V5 // Magica Contacts // Kokoro Skin // Clementine Skinblend

Everyday: Empire Eyeshadow // Gold Makeup Set // Blood Tears Eyeliner // Crop Turtle Top // Mania Pants // No Mercy Boots // Wannabe Accessory Sleeves // Chipped Nails

Formal: Eyeliner N2 // Gold Makeup Set // Monster Blush and Adephagos Eyeshadow // Satin Midi Necklace // Halter Hollow Out Backless Dress // Olivia Gloves V2

Athletic: Kea Hair // Slither Top // Yoga Outfit (Shorts) // Blake Socks // Flux Shoes // Chipped Nails

Sleep: Lace Lingerie Set (top) // Underwear Set 013 with Triangle Collar // Wonderland Pantyhose

Party: Empire Eyeshadow // Eyeliner // Khaos Lipstick // Undead Ahead Choker // Sheer Mini Dress // Sheer Lingerie Set // The Remedy Shoes // Ribbon Garter // Buckle Gloves

Hot Weather: Empire Eyeshadow // Gold Makeup Set // Blood Tears Eyeliner // Jennie Top // Cillian Harness Pants // No Mercy Boots // Belts // Mable Gloves

Cold Weather: Empire Eyeshadow // Blood Tears Eyeliner // Khaos Lipstick // Hedonist Choker // Ripped Crop Sweater // More Emo Skinny Jeans // No Mercy Boots // Fishnet Top Acc // Chipped Nails

[anmolsmsblog]

ANRABESS Women's One Shoulder Cocktail Midi Dress Sleeveless Ruffle Wrap Ruched Bodycon Formal Wedding Guest Dresses, Rose, S

Price: (as of – Details) Package Dimensions ‏ : ‎ 29.11 x 28.4 x 7.49 cm; 372 g Date First Available ‏ : ‎ 27 June 2023 ASIN ‏ : ‎ B0BYML44KD Item Weight ‏ : ‎ 372 g

[lunss-couture]

Ruched Dark Green Satin Split Simple Long Prom Dress 

Ruched dark green satin simple long prom dress with a thigh-high slit. Ruched bodice with keyhole detail and halter neckline. Low back. Medium-length train.

[loosiap]

Hi ! Can I request a replacement of afbodyshortdresshoesep2 and afbodydresssequins with Lucilla-sims Halter Dress ? (lucilla-sims post 690331481580634112) BlackRed for dressshoesep2 and TealPurple for dresssequins 🤍 thank you !

Here you go ^^

afbodyshortdressshoes(EP2) and afbodydresssequins replaced with TS4 Halter Dress converted by @lucilla-sims

both: DOWNLOAD MF | SFS

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[thehistoriangirl]

Not Just a Summer Affair [1/3]

I’m alive  👍 (a bit at least)

Important: Part 2 and 3 will be NSFW. Sooo... you know, do as you wish with that.

Viktor x Fem!Reader-----------2.6K----------SFW

> Second Part [NSFW] > Final Part  [NSFW]

Summary: Assisting to this planned vacation by the beach wasn’t the best idea Viktor has had, but at least he can have an excuse to spend time with you. Hoping that, maybe, he can gather the courage to confess the feelings he’s been trying so hard to bury. 

Tags: Longing| Denial of Feelings| Beach AU-- is that a thing?| Crushes| Friends to Lovers| Eventual [redacted]| Fluff| 

Viktor wasn’t so sure it was a good idea to have come on this trip, but it was too late to back away, now surrounded by sand and waves and an unforgiving sun that was just as restless as his mind.

He had tried to rationalize the reason behind his assistance, only to find himself empty-handed for the answer he wished to have. A normal answer; to take a rest for the tight schedule he had wriggled into, to gaze at the sea after all these years not to. Sure, he enjoyed swimming, his body limp as it was lulled by the swinging currents, but the heat and the sunburn weren’t worthy enough to be the sole reasons for his stay.

“Viktor?” he heard, the familiar voice tugging at his calm heartbeat. The real reason why he was here, no matter how much he tried to deny it. His golden eyes peeked from over his book, right leg tingling with upcoming cramps when he settled it in on the warm sand, sitting on the lounging chair.

Viktor called back your name, a bare mutter that you couldn’t hear, but it was all that remained of his breath after taking you in. A stunning sight, with the sun sending hues around your hair, the light dress twirling around your legs when you waddled through the sand, where he could peek in the form of your bikini underneath.

He couldn’t help the blush that settled on his cheeks, his mind only used to see you and imagine you in the formal academic uniform you wear every day for work. Here where coats and long-sleeved sweaters were replaced by skirts that let his eyes follow the soft outlines of your thighs, halters, and strapless shirts and dresses that showed the curves of your shoulders he was used to patting amicably.

Part of him thanked the dressing code back at the Academy because otherwise he’d get distracted very easily. Like right now.

“Hello. Eh, excuse me, did you say something?”

Your step halted, eyes blinking in confusion for a moment. “Oh, no, no! I just thought you were napping.”

There had only been four days since you four had settled into the rented house with two master bedrooms and a backyard pool next to the beach. And despite his attempts to avoid you, he had started noticing little details that would make his silly fantasies more solid, when his mind slipped at night at the thought of you.

Thinking about how your clothes would feel against his bare chest if he dared to hug you while lounging at the beach; if your hair would feel as soft as it looked when it fell on locks around your shoulders. If you would like him to stay next to yours when you liked to stargaze, admiring the myriad of lights flicking shyly that couldn’t be seen in the city.

By then, Viktor would be cleaning the dishes on another slow night when Mel and Jayce were on one of their romantic getaways, looking at you slip out your dress to lounge in the pool while he pretended that the backyard door wasn’t all made of glass, that part of him wished to be bold enough to join you in there.

The summer breeze sent the sweet and citric aroma of your hair that felt to him as familiar as the smell of his detergent, and for a moment he pondered to ask you if the essence you left behind was your shampoo or a lotion.

“Jayce told me to give you this,” you said once you were in front of him, pulling him out of his thoughts with a bottle of sunscreen in one of your hands. Your face was flustered from the heat, cheeks round with a friendly smile like the myriads he’d seen at the lab during lunchtime when one of his quips was funny enough to make you laugh. “And I brought you some sliced coconut while the meal is done cooking.”

You offered him the plate of cold porcelain, fingers brushing slightly. “Uh, thank you. That’s… eh, very thoughtful of you.” Viktor wished to say something more, perhaps to say that he liked the way the purple dress looked on you—but then he had to admit to himself that he had been stealing glances at you every time his mind registered your presence in the vicinity. “Have they left already?”

Because yesterday Jayce told you they had a date at a fancy restaurant, so the house will be all yours until very late at night.

You nodded. “Yes. I’m just putting on the stove what Jayce helped me prepare for lunch today. I think it may be ready in an hour… but I’ll call you once is done just to be sure,” you said softly, already backing away as if his presence made you wary.

And he only got himself to blame for that.

Ever since arriving, Viktor got into a routine that consisted in going out of the house, swimming, or reading in one of the three lounging chairs in the backyard, while you stayed at the shoreline or to swim in the pool all by yourself.

The second day, Jayce and Mel had returned before planned, finding the depressing scene of you, half-asleep on the pool, with Viktor’s figure dipping in and out of the water while he practiced snorkel.

“I didn’t invite her here for you to ignore her, Vik!” Jayce had nagged at him when he joined him in the open sea, the waves muffling the sound of his voice to be heard from too far. “I thought you wanted to spend more time with her. What happened? Did you fight?”

It wasn’t that. Perhaps if Jayce had chosen another destination, he could be normal about it. One in which you weren’t wet and flustered half the time, maybe.

“It’s fine,” he simply said. “We prefer to be alone.”

He took the sunscreen, brushing his palms together before starting to apply it on his face which must be looking as red as a shrimp.

“You missed a spot,” you said, chuckling, your index brushing against the inner curve of his jaw up his left cheekbone.

Viktor blinked, his back stiffened in surprise. You waved him goodbye soon afterward, with Viktor closing his eyes when you walked away, jumping around the sand  up toward the house, the marine breeze erasing your essence from the air too quickly for his liking.

He looked down the shoreline when he had seen you sat for hours, just looking longingly at the sea, hands busied in building fickle sandcastles erased by each upcoming tide, aligning seashells that ended up back in the sea once your design was over.

What a curious activity, one that Viktor was too afraid of interfering with. For all he could know, maybe you were avoiding swimming with him, preferring to settle with staying on the shore, or in the boring pool.

That's why Viktor couldn't bring himself to confess to you, not only dreading the mockery of rejection but also fearing losing one of his few friends. Even when you were difficult to come by, unluckily for him, because he wished to seek you out to have lunch together—which was all confirmation Jayce needed to know about how important you had become for Viktor. Despite being Jayce's hired assistant to help him fulfill his role as a counselor, you didn't visit the lab as much as Viktor would like you to.

And yet, he always slipped some candy from his secret compartment toward you when you were about to leave.

He had memorized the rhythm of your heels echoing on the marble floor, welcoming in the sound of your voice breaking the silence of the lab as you settled packages of food on his desk, greeting him with a pat on the shoulder before leaving a pile of paperwork in Jayce’s.

“Have you eaten lunch yet?” Viktor would hear himself saying over his frantic heartbeat. “Maybe we can visit the cafeteria two blocks from the Academy? I’ve heard today’s special is chicken and dumplings.”

You’d smile, telling him that you couldn’t bring yourself to say no to seeing him out the lab for once; and then he would keep a stupid smile for the rest of the day. One very obvious to notice if you knew where to look at.

“You should ask her out someday, Vik.” He had heard Jayce tell him a dozen times after you were gone, all the new memories carefully tucked inside Viktor’s heart, his cheek still tingling in the exact spot where you had kissed him goodbye.  

Viktor couldn’t, all gathered courage flowed out of his grasp when you entered the lab the next day, your steps cornering Jayce to throw him dates for meetings and invitations to public events that Viktor always declined to assist, because you usually weren’t there either.

And now you both felt so close and so far from his reach, with you sitting all alone on the coast, with Viktor observing you every time he turned a page of his current reading. He promised himself that he will go toward you when he reached page 150 of this book, perhaps page 200. Then the book was done, dusk already settling, and you were busy in the kitchen. Another lost day.

He could postpone it all his life if he wished to. But the thought of just sitting idle and seeing you go in and out of his life until you were no more brought a sour taste to his mouth.

You called him for lunch then, probably the first one where you couldn’t have it on a makeshift table looking at the beach from the lounging chairs, a drizzle tinting the sky lead grey, painting the fabric of your dress a deeper purple when you accompanied him back to the house, hair dripping.

You two had eaten in silence, relishing in the sound of the rain tapping against the roofed pool, echoing in the empty house.

“Did you like it?” you said, cleaning your lips from any remaining crumbs. “I helped Jayce to put together the chicken salad.”

You stood out of your seat, your feet muffled in the cold mosaic floor when you opened the fridge, producing a new lemon ice cream bucket. “Do you want dessert?”

He couldn’t say no to you, even if he preferred milk-based ice cream.

While eating the ice cream, Viktor caught you watching at the seascape outside the backyard door, the lamp hung over the table reflected in your eyes, soaking in the relaxing sight of the waves lazily lapping at the shore, their rhythm lulling you at night while he remained restless, thinking that having you sleeping in the same room as him was the contrary of a ‘relaxing vacation stay’, as Jayce liked to put it.

“Eh,” he muttered, which made your attention snap back at him. For a moment, he imagined himself not saying anything, or improvising to say something about the weather. His hand grasped the empty spoon too forcefully. “I wanted to ask you something.”

You blinked, the corners of your mouth curving upwards. “Sure, what is it?”

Here it was, his opportunity to at least spend time with you, even if Viktor decided to let his fear stunt him, to keep his feelings buried.

She’s your friend, he thought, obliging his heartbeat to calm down. This is what friends do.

“Would you like to go swimming with me?” he said softly, his golden eyes focused on the finger that was playing with one lock of your hair. “I mean, when it stops raining, of course.”

You looked at him, eyes wide with sudden surprise. “Ah,” you stutter, feeling your face growing hot. “Well, I don’t… I haven’t swum in a long time. I probably don’t remember how to do it correctly.” Despite your embarrassment, you smiled. “I wouldn’t like to slow you down. You can go though, don’t worry about me.”

“Uh… alright…” he mumbled, his voice low from disappointment. Of course, he had to see it coming. “Well, then… perhaps I can join you in the pool?” Viktor said, the new idea popping into his mouth before he could lock it inside his mind forever.

What if you just rejected him because you didn’t wish to be in his company now that you weren’t obligated to, contrary to what you were back at the Academy.

You licked the spoon of ice cream clean, and Viktor had to remind himself it was rude to stare. “Really? Wouldn’t that be too boring for you?”

He shrugged, playing with the handle of his cane. “I can doze off on the pool without fearing the waves will adrift me away.” And without sunburn, too. “But it’s fine if you prefer to be alone.”

“Hmm,” you muttered, your words making his heart pick up speed. “Perhaps you’d like to go soak in the pool now? You can tell me about that book you were reading earlier, too.”

Viktor smiled. "Of course, I just finished it. Though maybe it's a bit boring…" he muttered, because it was some research about bioengineering, and he was already planning all how he could apply such knowledge to Hextech.

“Working during vacation? I’m not as surprised as I should be,” you told him, which made him laugh. “I don’t think there’s something that could be boring if you’re saying it,” you added, the strange, charged silence settling between you two making you jump out of your seat to wash the dishes.

He gulped all the remaining ice cream down, hoping the sudden cold would conceal his growing blush. “Why don’t you clean the table?” you told him, pretending to ignore the pink hue dusting his cheeks down his neck when he nodded.

Around twenty minutes later, with the table spotless and the dishes all cleaned and dried, Viktor slid inside the pool, warm water soaking his swimsuit. The only thing he disliked about pools was that the calm, clear water let him see the fabric of his shorts float around like balloons, that his eyes seemed to be drawn to your figure that was also clear between the ripples of your movements along the pool as you moved toward the deeper end.

He sat in the shallow part, where the water reached around his stomach, watching you tiptoeing in the deeper section, looking at the rain sieging the sea, Viktor’s brows slightly pinched when he noticed that you preferred to waddle around instead of swimming.

Viktor called you, your head dipping underwater to soak in your hair. “Yes?”

“Can I ask you something?” he said, and you moved toward him until the water was around your chest. By then, the wind had started blowing, moving the nearby palms as your arms got covered in goosebumps.

You nodded, sitting next to him to refuge against the cold air.

“Would you like to swim again?” Viktor asked, lowering his gaze when you sat next to him, maybe too close, with how some locks of hair were brushing his shoulders. “If you’re too afraid to do it alone, I can accompany you. And we can start practicing in the pool. Of course, you can say no—I just noticed that you like the water, so perhaps you’ll enjoy this vacation more if you start swimming rather than staying at the shore.” Despite the cold breeze of the afternoon, he felt his cheeks hot. It was the bolder thing he ever thought he’d say to you.

But it was the perfect plan to spend time with you, and part of him hoped that if he dared to offer you help to swim, he could be able to ask you out on a date before you return to the city, to the routine that Viktor seemed incapable to break.

You chuckled, and the sound made his stomach flutter. “I would like that very much, yes.”