#swim wear gown

[kaerinio]

smth smth, dany is 100% someone who, upon seeing an inviting body of water, will begin stripping so she can plunge right in!

[othernaut]

When I was a kid (and early teen, really), I had a screaming case of maladaptive daydreaming. I so disliked living in the actual world that dissociation felt more true and real than being in my body, in my school, in my home. It got to the point that being asked to be present felt more like dissociation than daydreaming did, and being a little kid with no language for what I was experiencing, I took my imaginary landscape to have almost mystical significance. As a reward for living through another day, I would spend hours every night vacationing in my daydream. I spent so much time there, made it so real and continuous, that it felt like it would continue without me in much the same way that, well, anyplace I hadn't visited in a while would still be standing whenever I went back.

Of course, as I grew older, I found other ways to dissociate. The benefit of choice offered to teenagers meant I could spend those dreamlike hours in music, or video games, or books of my own choosing. Little by little, I slid away from my imaginary world - and this, somehow, made the pain I was trying to escape that much more acute and omnipresent. I had forgotten the easy fantasy I could click into whenever I was driven to isolation or screamed at for hours. I had allowed myself the awful privilege of fully experiencing each and every mote of agony the world could produce, and it did not do me any favors.

As an adult, I, too, developed insomnia. It's intermittent, but it's brutal when it happens. I don't respond very well to drugs - my brain ecology will happily, miserably stay awake through everything that both over-the-counter and prescription sleep aids will try to do to me. Because this stupid disease comes and goes whenever it pleases, I haven't been able to schedule a sleep study. Like a lot of things, insomnia has felt like something I've just had to struggle through, one of many minor calamities that define existence as an adult human. Except...

When laying in bed, ruefully staring up at the ceiling, I discovered that I can go back to my daydream just as easily as I could when I was a kid. It's different now, but different in the way that anything would be if left fallow for thirty years. It's just as vibrant and real as it was so long ago; I've lost none of my power to picture and experience that imaginary landscape, and at this point, I don't think I ever will. And going back there, to the geode cities and clockwork towers I built from whimsy and chance, to where I can look just how I want, say just what I mean, and don't even have to touch the ground if I don't want to - it puts me to sleep in minutes.

Love and imagination are real powers, just like they told you at the start, and any time you start to doubt it, remember how they comfort you in the dark, in desperation, when nothing else will.

soporific

[speakercrab666]

they’re my fucking dorsal fins you cunt.

[gnohomotho]

HEAR ME OUT

This request that i have is so cheesy but sounds so good in my mind, forgive me 😭😫

Junho and reader doing like a private first impression thing like u know where the bride and groom are standing back to back and then they turn around. And like Junho is mesmerised has tears is his eyes

Like i literally only have the most cheesy and romantic ideas in my mind i CANNOT help it

Btw love your works 😜😚😚😚❤️❤️

I did my best, Anon, your message truly made my day. ♥ :D I hope I didn't overdo it, then again, cheese is my livelihood. Sorry for any oddities or spelling mistakes, I'm a bit in the trenches today. :c

It's a bit longer with some wedding dress backstory and getting ready, but I think the good part is there. :3 I hope you enjoy! ♥♥♥

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The Moment I Saw You

Pairing: Jun-ho x almostwife!fem!reader Summary: And you thought the dress shopping would be hard. The first impression you wished to give your husband-to-be went differently than expected, and you are swimming in a sea of love and bliss. Warnings: Remember that one modded Skyrim playthrough where the player accidentally glitched the cheese-wheel summoning spell and drowned the whole town in cheese? Well, that's what's happening here, but worse. Fluff! Fluff! More fluff! Word count: 2.7k

Everything should have been perfect.

You were picking the dress, and it was taking long. You were standing in the bridal shop, unable to choose, tired, wanting to go home. The person looking back at you in the mirror didn’t look like a bride to you. Even though everything was in place, it felt…wrong. Fake, somehow. Ill-fitting. The shop assistant was very kind, you thought her patient – but even she could see you were not exactly the glowing bride-to-be she was used to. Nor anything like the shiny photographs littered across the front desk.  

Your close friend was there with you, trying her best, you could hear her rummaging through the dresses again, muttering – “puffy sleeves, prom dress, no, no, no, form fitting…” She had the fervour of a very hungry owl searching for that one mouse that got away. “Dumb…long…short…dear god do people actually wear this…oooh, shiny…no…hmmm…” She was already buckling under the weight of all the new ones she picked out for you.

“Hey, Y/N, are you sure you don’t like this one?” She held up a gorgeous gown, white as snow, silk, smooth, reflecting light with a soft plunge of a neckline, and a revealed back. The skirt fell in a mermaid style, you could look like a gorgeous datura flower at the bottom.

“No, no, I’m not sure…not…” You think of yourself in the dress and frown. Your husband to be…Your Jun-ho…should he see you like this? He should see the most beautiful version of you on such a day – and yet you felt more like he was going to run away the moment he laid eyes you.

“Please? How about this one?” Your friend holds up her second choice. The dress is half lace, intricately woven with flowers and soft curling patterns, with off-the-shoulder milky sleeves, a lovely bodice and a small ribbon on the back. The veil would hide more of you, you think. But still. You eye the skirt, its velvety material falling almost straight down. You know you’d be leaving nothing to the imagination and wonder, what if this is all a mistake? What if he made a gigantic mistake, from the very first moment he met you? The first date? The first touch? What if you’ve been unknowingly deceiving him, and now he’ll see you for what you are, what you look like, inside and out? You can’t hide in white.

Your friend walks up to you and gently takes your hand to help you off the platform. She guides you away from the mirrors. As she walks you to the changing room, she is slowly stroking your hand, noticing you are beginning to resemble a vibrating ball of nerves.

“Y/N, if you keep frowning like that, I’m pretty sure you’ll have to pay for extra retouching of all the new wrinkles.” She tried to joke but immediately noticed that it was neither the time nor place and changed her demeanour. You sit, feeling the small bench weigh down with you as she does too, and gently hold your stomach as you speak. You’re unsure which one of you will get the hint first, but you’re pushing it out into the back of your mind as far as you can.

“I just…” You try to speak but the words come out all wrong. “I don’t think he’ll…he’ll be so disappointed.” You sigh and trace both hands down your face to calm down and wipe the stress away, but it clings to every molecule of your skin. “Jun-ho isn’t the type to…” No, all wrong. “It’s not the dresses, it’s me.” Gosh darn it, the tears begin to form. “It’s just me.”

“Hey, hey…darling…” your friend begins stroking the back of your hand as she holds your palm. She is warm and reassuring, but you struggle to believe her.

“It’s ok. It’s ok to be nervous. But you’re beautiful, no matter the dress. To be honest,” she looks around with added drama, as if feigning trying not to be heard, “I don’t think any of the dresses could do you justice and you should just walk out there stark naked if you want them to see how gorgeous you are,” she laughs and squeezes your hand, you look up and let yourself rest with her reassuring, peaceful smile that reaches her lowered eyes now directly resting on you. Although you’re not hugging, you feel held.

Her eyes move to your hand resting on your stomach and you could swear you saw a glint sparkle in their corner and her lashes seem to fall far slower as she blinks, but says nothing. She is so very thoughtful, you think.

“Look, if I know anything about Jun-ho, which isn’t much” she continues, “that man is head over heels for you and the moment you said “yes” I don’t think he’s heard any other words of any language since.”

You let out a small chuckle through another tear. She continues, knowing she’s on a the right path, knuckle punching every guard on the proverbial way.

“I know you’ve walked past this shop year after year, before any of this, and I know you loved the dresses for their beauty, their, elegance, their promise. Y/N, you told me yourself, what was it…winter…”

“Winter dresses,” you chime in quietly. Barely a whisper. Breathing in, you try to remember those cold walks.

“I walked past, and I tried to look at the winter dresses when I knew the shop was closed. The ones with those gorgeous, long skirts, heavy velvety fabric where they met the skin, forming an A shape towards the waist.” You didn’t tell her that you liked both their protectiveness and the fact that if you decided to dramatically fall into a dark body of water, their puffiness and beauty would truly make the moment worth it. You continued after another less shaky but still reserved breath: “Hugged it and up there, the white enveloping the chest – perhaps with lace across the collarbones, but skin hidden, just a touch away…” you let yourself sink into the memory, far before you met Jun-ho, your husband to be. “With that veil that resembled a winter cape from a Russian fairytale.”

“There’s my little Vasilisa,” your friend laughed and stood up. “I’ll be right back, no eloping!”

You sat there, hand still resting on your belly, worried, excited, feeling as if you’re living someone else’s life. Thinking of what Jun-ho must be doing and feeling. Feeling worse and worse, as if you don’t deserve this life.

You quickly pull out your phone to check the time and melt. You have no idea how Jun-ho's timing is always so perfect, but only a minute or two ago, the words:

"Hey, sweet [diminutive version of Y/N], are you ok? Sorry, just wanted to check on you. I hope the dresses are treating you well! Tell [friend] to look after my wife!” light up your screen.

Another message lit up immediately after: “*wife-to-be, I just can’t stop saying it, sorry! I love you, Y/N.”

The smile that spreads from the corner of your mouth and butterflies that saunter from your stomach almost pushed all the anxiety off a cliff. But it still clung to the edge.

Your friend waltzed in and to your utter disbelief, she held up the perfect dress.

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The click of your pearl-white heels was the only thing to be heard across the grass. You focused on their soft step and keeping your balance. Your heart was fluttering out of its chest, your stomach was doing its best to leave the building in excitement, in fear, in anticipation – the train of your dress followed you with a soft sliding murmur and the skirt gently touched each flower on the way. You were so glad he chose to do it this way, away from others. Flowers, a shield of wise oak trees. Bird chatter, a gentle breeze on your flushed cheeks, that’s all you truly needed. That, and him.

“I want to be the only one to see you, Y/N. The only one to witness the first sight of my wife.”

The sweetheart neckline clung to your collarbones, the off-the-shoulder fabric neatly stacked in on itself was cuddling your back and shoulders, light and nearly translucent. It rested on your skin as a light lover’s touch. The beautiful, laced veil, floating with you as well as behind you was hiding, yet still accentuating your shining hair with small white flowers nestled between locks. It fell periodically across your back and your shoulders, resting on your collarbones with each step. The heavy fabric of the dress which clung to your waist and fell once more felt cool and warm at the same time, giving you an air of ethereal slow motion. You looked like you belonged in a winter forest. A vision of indescribable, untouchable beauty. The wind gently played with your hair, as if longing to caress you as much as the man in front of you.

As you walked, the form of your husband-to-be materialised in front of you, facing the other way. Although there were many other features around, each quite beautiful, you had no eyes for them. Slowly, meticulously, as if not to scare him, you walked up the small hill towards him and lingered behind him. He hasn’t seen you, but he knows you’re there – his back is giving away the quickness of his breathing and his attempts to steady it down. Please breathe, my love…” Your thoughts leave their nerves at bay and soften into nothing but care and love for him. Finally, as lightly as a feather, you rest your back against his, feeling his breath quicken once more and his entire form tense and release, as if wishing to melt into you.

Jun-ho almost hesitates, but slowly, in what is trying to be a level manner, speaks.

“On the count of three, Y/N?”

You breathe out a tiny chuckle. Ever the pragmatic yet meticulous man.

“One…” you say almost in unison.

Your breath quickens, your heart is racing ten miles a minute, the dress seems to be tighter and tighter and the birds louder and louder yet so far away.

“Two…” he says alone and you whisper with him, mind turning to mushy cotton but enveloped in such a warm feeling of bliss.

Jun-ho takes in a last, heavy breath and as he lets it out…

“Three.”

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You turn around in unison and both stand frozen in the moment.

Your eyes meet.

Jun-ho stands utterly transfixed, trying to take you in, all of you, in your entirety at once. But his eyes cannot contain you, so he keeps glitching, his hands that he wished to extend to you the moment you turned, are shivering and tense.

His soft gaze tries to dart and look at you from a different side, angle, but he cannot. You’re…you’re a vision that he cannot and will not disentangle from.

As his eyes are trying to take in every inch of you and warming his heart with every molecule he manages to snatch from the photons reflecting your form, his heart is firmly on its way out of his chest.

You hear nothing but your breath now, you’re looking up into his eyes, inches away from his face, which is frozen and beginning to tear at itself. As if a mask was cracking in nothing but a barrage of indescribable beauty and feeling.

Jun-ho slowly lifts a shivering hand to his mouth and rests it across his face, fingers almost up to his eyes, as if shielding both you and him from the raw, sheer affection that has swept him off his feet – and you, you are both the waves he’s drowning in and the only lifeboat on the sea.

“Y/N…” he barely chokes out in a whisper.

“Y/N…you…you look...” his hand is joined by his other, slowly laying each palm and finger against themselves under his lips. Jun-ho doesn’t know why he cannot control his expression, a wide smile is fighting to be seen, his eyes and heart are tearing at him in springs of bliss and absolute adoration as he wishes to scoop you up to him and melt into you, squeeze you so tight you won’t know where you stop and he begins.

But you are…untouchable as this vision before him. As he steadies himself, he tries to breathe, getting a breath caught in his throat. He finally looks away and you worry, worry your worst fears came true. Worry that the girl sitting in the bridal shop holding her stomach was correct.

But on second look, he is…oh gosh…” The mixture of worry and unexpected relief, bundled up in nothing but affection and deep care threaten to drive you to both laugh and tear up.

“Jun-ho…!” A hushed whisper from your tender lips brings him back to you, turning his head slowly back. He meets your gaze with reserved fear, one eye – look away – second eye – look away – both – remain with you. You see now, with warmth growing in your chest and flutters dancing across your skin, why he was shielding his mouth, then face, then needing to look away entirely. You take both his hands into yours, caressing each finger lovingly as you lower them down to your waist. You envelop his hands, still caressing each knuckle with the ball of your thumb.

“Jun-ho, my love…” you say slowly, levelly, in a low whisper. “My sweet love…it’s alright.”

Jun-ho cannot help it, the sides of his eyes are fully sparkling now. Your eyes are fully transfixed on his own and guide his gaze into you, and he smiles that wide smile you have grown to love so dearly. Jun-ho’s eyes are now fully glistening like still lakes under a full moon.

“I cannot believe you’re here. I---I---cannot believe…it’s…you…with me…My…My…”

Jun-ho cannot speak further but you feel the hands in your tender embrace reciprocate a grip far more secure and loving than you could ever wish for. As protective as it was reassuring. Jun-ho always held you as if you could slip away at any moment, but so tenderly that should you do so, you’d be protected and enveloped in loving warmth to the very end.

“Your wife. My darling. My husband.” Your face softened as you let the words slide across your lips and into the chasm between you, creating the gentlest of bridges.

“My---wife…” Jun-ho lets out an untangled breath of relief, the full smile finally taking over his face. Sparkles turning to tears fall at the same moment, as if a weight both descended from and knocked the air out of him in a single moment.

“You’re…you’re so beautiful. My love. My everything. You are…you are everything.” He’s still smiling as the small specks run down his cheeks. “I love you, Y/N. I love you. I’m so glad. So glad. So happy. I don’t know how to---can I…can I touch you?”

As the lightly shivering voice in contrast to his imposing, beautiful form reached your ears, you lightly caressed his cheek, and he leaned into your palm immediately.

“Of course, Jun-ho.”

Without a second to spare, he lovingly, gently, as lightly as he could in his given disposition, cupped your face and gave you the longest, most tender of kisses. Slowly his hands trailed to your waist, brushing, as if making sure you weren’t going to disappear or turn into a beautiful dream.

Finally, Jun-ho everso carefully took you in fully. Without warning but still tenderly, Jun-ho lifted you up to him, as if you and your dress were as light as the breeze playing with your hair. In one movement he twirled around with you, letting your dress get caught in the moment and carried by motion, his gorgeous wife, his Y/N, nought but his – giggling in his arms, a vision of angelic beauty in his embrace – and he caught himself laughing with you, in nothing but pure bliss. As he let you down just as gently, his touch lingered – he didn’t want to let you go for one second.

Squeezing his hand, you nudged your face closer to his, beckoning without words; he covered the remaining distance.

You felt his lips brush against your own – top, then bottom, then both – before resting on yours fully. Tenderly. Reservedly. Lovingly. You placed a soft kiss where they lingered and Jun-ho finally let himself melt into you fully, kissing you as if you harboured the last bastion of oxygen in the depths of the ocean, as if you were the only thing on this Earth that he wanted, needed, yearned and lived for.    

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[p0orbaby]

Could you write something about reader having surgery? Leah worrying about her & getting super stressed out x

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Leah’s pacing. Of course she is. She’s wearing the trainers that squeak on the hospital floor, the ones you begged her to throw away three months ago. “They’ve got character,” she said then, like that was a reasonable argument for keeping footwear that sounded like an off-brand comedy gag every time she took a step. Now, the sound feels like a metronome for her anxiety.

She’s also muttering under her breath, something about waiting rooms being designed to drive people mad. “Why is there always a random fish tank?” she asks no one in particular, gesturing at the gurgling monstrosity in the corner. “Like, is that meant to be calming? Watching a clownfish swim into a plastic castle?”

Kim, who you bullied into babysitting Leah while you’re in surgery, hums noncommittally and sips her tea. It’s the worst thing she could’ve done because it prompts Leah to snap, “You’re too calm. Why are you so calm?”

“Because it’s a routine procedure,” Kim replies, her tone so even it borders on condescending. “She’ll be fine, Leah”

But Leah doesn’t look convinced. She crosses her arms, leans against the wall, then decides against it and resumes pacing. “Routine doesn’t mean risk-free,” she mutters. “What if they mix up her file with someone else’s? What if they give her a kidney transplant instead of fixing her knee?”

“Are you hearing yourself right now?” Kim asks, barely suppressing a laugh.

Leah whirls around. “Anything’s possible, Kim. Hospitals are chaos. I’ve read articles”

Kim just shakes her head and goes back to scrolling her phone, clearly regretting agreeing to this.

Leah’s still fidgeting when the surgeon finally appears. The man is smiling, calm and professional, but she doesn’t let her guard down. Not even when he says, “The operation went smoothly. She’s in recovery now”

“Define smoothly,” Leah demands, squinting at him like he’s lying. “No complications? No close calls? You didn’t drop anything inside her, did you?”

“Leah!” Kim hisses, mortified.

The surgeon, to his credit, only blinks. “She’s fine,” he repeats, clearly accustomed to this brand of hysteria. “You can see her shortly”

Leah doesn’t wait. She marches down the hall like she’s storming the pitch, the squeaking of her trainers echoing behind her.

When she reaches your room, you’re half-conscious, propped up in bed with a silly-looking hospital gown that does nothing for your dignity. Your eyes flutter open at the sound of her trainers, and you manage a groggy smile.

“You’re here,” you mumble, your voice sluggish from the anaesthetic.

“Of course I’m here,” Leah says, pulling a chair up to your bedside. “How do you feel? Do you need water? Ice? A lawyer in case something went wrong?”

You blink at her, too out of it to process her rambling. “I think they gave me morphine. I feel amazing”

Leah exhales sharply, her hands twitching like she wants to touch you but isn’t sure where. “Good. That’s good. You look… fine. A bit pale. But fine”

“Thanks,” you slur. “You look sexy”

She finally smiles, though it’s small and a little wobbly. “You scared the hell out of me, you know”

You try to reach for her hand but miss by a mile. “Sorry. Love you”

Her expression softens, and she takes your hand, squeezing it gently. “Love you too. Just… don’t ever make me do this again, yeah?”

“No promises,” you mumble, already drifting back to sleep.

Leah stays by your side the entire time, even when the nurse comes in and politely asks her to stop squeaking her trainers against the floor.

[sarahisslytherin]

𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐔𝐌 || 𝐁.𝐁.

summary: you’ve been receiving love letters from a secret admirer and you’re desperate to reveal his identity. contains: benedict being fucking adorable, fluff n’ angst! a/n: first part of this multi-chapter fic.

It was a day like any other. You woke to the humming of the maid, the hum-drum of life about the house. You rubbed sleep from your eyes as you reluctantly got out of bed. You selected your gown for the day after scouring through your wardrobe of various shades of pastel. You bid good morning to the servants as you made your way downstairs and joined your family for breakfast. There your mother urgently reminded you (as if you had forgotten from one day to the next) the importance that you find yourself a suitor, someone of good rank.

But you barely had any mind to pay her; for it was elsewhere, with another. You cut your breakfast short, unable to bear any more talk of suitors and marriage and a life without love. You were buttoning your coat when an angel descended the staircase. Well, it wasn’t truly an angel; only your lady’s maid, but the letter she held in her hand couldn’t have been any more sacred to you. She passed it to you and your eyes met hers, the looks you exchanged almost like those of two best friends trading gossip, or in this case, your own little secret.

You slipped the sealed envelope into your coat pocket before finally stepping out the door and down the front steps. Outside, London was alive and full of the colors of spring. Though you could’ve walked the streets for hours on end, you opted to head straight to the park and sat down on the nearest bench. You sifted through your pocket, pulling the envelope out. You couldn’t help noting that it smelled of lavender and cinnamon as you gently broke the seal. There, the words you had been waiting anxiously to read.

Dearest,

I dreamt of you last night. I dreamt of those eyes so deep I was tempted to swim in them. Of that laugh so melodious I was tempted to turn it into a symphony. Of the lips so sweet I was tempted to kiss them. Alas, I know not if I shall ever reveal myself to you. I know you must be dying to figure me out. But you must understand I couldn’t bear to be rejected by you. You drive me mad! When I am awake, you occupy my every thought, and when I sleep you visit me in dreams! I am a tormented man, but oh, how smitten I am with my torment! I clutch it to my chest and carry it with me wherever I go. How could I not? When it was you who gave it to me. Such a state of delirium is the one you have driven me to, simply by existing. Anyway, all this to say that I love you and always will. Write to me, my love. I’ll be waiting.

You pressed the piece of paper to your heart, beating faster than ever. You folded the letter back and let it fall into your pocket once more before starting for the Bridgerton house. It took every fiber in you to go on with this written affair for months on end without uttering a word to your good friend Daphne. But you felt it was something too precious, too fragile to speak of; like a creature as easily spooked as it is beautiful. 

This was what you repeated to yourself in your mind when you arrived at the Bridgertons’, and Daphne swore you had a glow about you only people in love wear. 

“Come now, who is it?” she teased as she delicately sipped her tea. “You must tell me!” 

You shook your head with a playful roll of your eyes. “There truly is nothing to tell, Daph. You must believe me.”

“Nonsense!” she poked on. “I wish to know the lucky gentleman who has you so obviously smitten.” It was then that the others entered the parlor. Anthony, with Kate on his arm, and Colin and Benedict following suit. “Fill us in on today’s gossip, sister.” jested Benedict as he lounged on the nearest chaise with his usual happy-go-lucky air. How handsome he looked today, his jet black hair shiny as ever, his grey eyes twinkling with mischief. 

“There’s nothing to share, you busybody.” Daphne scolded him lightly. “Mind your own affairs.” At this, Benedict shot you a cheeky look, one you couldn’t help but return. You wondered if your secret admirer was as handsome as he was, as sweet and boyish.

“Oh!” Daphne exclaimed suddenly. “I forgot to tell you! We are holding a ball this weekend! Isn’t that exciting?” You felt yourself light up at the news. Exciting indeed. Many things can happen at a ball, dances shared and souls intertwined, and perhaps a certain identity revealed.

tagging: @velvetcloxds @oweninadaydream @holdthegirrrl

[darknight3904]

𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕽𝖆𝖈𝖊

ᴀᴇᴍᴏɴᴅ ᴛᴀʀɢᴀʀʏᴇɴ x ꜰᴇᴍ!ᴏᴄ! ᴛᴀʀɢᴀʀʏᴇɴ

ᴘʀᴇᴠɪᴏᴜꜱ ᴘᴀʀᴛ / ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ /ᴍʏ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ

Rhaella is now 15, Aemond 14. Also, I've aged Benjicot Blackwood up he is now 16 in this fic.

130 AC

"I do not see why I must dress like this." Rhaella sighs, pulling at her dress, the corset is suffocating her.

"You are nearing the age to be wed. It is important you look your best." Edric says, "Stop fussing"

"I feel like I am being squeezed to death!" She whines as he hooks his arm with hers.

"It is only for the evening. Then, you will be able to wear your normal gowns." Edric says

"You speak so confidently, it is obvious you have never worn something like this." Rhaella groans

Maester Edric chuckles and gestures to his robe and chain.

"Forgive me, I'm not wearing a corset under all this. Although you never know."

Rhaella lets out an unlady like snort as they walk towards the throne room. King Viserys was hosting a ball, he had said it was just to celebrate his own rule, The queen had told her what it truly was. A way to meet suitors, after all she'd need to create an heir for Runestone. Rhaella hated the idea of marriage. She didn't want to leave the Red Keep and take her castle. Why couldn't Gerold rule for her? She wanted to stay here in the Capital with Aemond, swimming and reading until they fell over from exhaustion.

The ball is as grand as anyone could imagine. Lively music played as guests approached the high table to greet their king and his family. Viserys made a point to show Rhaella every eligible man who presented himself to her. Most of them were boring, all complimenting her beauty or here dress, one of them surprised her and had spoken a greeting in High Valyrian. Of course, he couldn't speak anything other than that greeting and she was left disappointed again.

"You remind me of Rhaenrya as a girl. Always quick to dismiss suitors without a second thought." Viserys says as some golden haired Lannister leaves them.

"Well they're all, twats." Rhaella says

"They are of the great houses of Westeros." Viserys says with a chuckle, "Some of them truly are twats though. Especially that last fellow."

Rhaella looks at Aemond who sits near his mother, Heleana on his left and Daeron on his right. If Aegon hadn't been present, Rhaella was sure he'd be the most bored at the table.

"Are there many more?" She whsipered, leaning towards Edric.

"A few, My Lady." He says sympathetically, "Perhaps you might dance with one, the night will go quicker."

"So they ask me boring questions? I'd rather let Sōna eat me." She laughed

"That might be less painful than a dance with some of them. I believe the Baratheon boy is drunker than even Aegon himself tonight." Edric says looking over at a very drunken first cousin of Lord Baratheon . The Lord of Storms End is trying to rouse his relative who is down for the night. At least Aegon's eyes were still open.

"My King." A voice greets, "My Lady."

"Lord Blackwood." Viserys greets

Rhaella turns her head, expecting another old man, or perhaps even an ugly young child who'd rather be playing with toys than greet the King. Instead, she was met with a tall and slim young man, short black hair sat atop his head, messy with curls.

"Lady Rhaella, I heard you claimed Sōna. I have heard tales that she is a marvelous beast, white as the winter snows from Winterfell." Lord Blackwood says

"She is magnificent, My Lord. Truly a marvel to see." Rhaella smiles, its the first compliment she's received all night that's not about her hair or beauty.

"If you ever have a chance, perhaps you can visit Raventree Hall. I'm sure she'd enjoy Blackwood cows as a treat. I'd love to see Dragonfire with my own eyes." He says

"Yes, that would be nice." Rhaella smiles

What an odd man, suggesting she visit his home to feed her dragon cattle. It was surely a different attempt at courting.

"Benjicot Blackwood, he's the young Lord of Raventree. A good match but his feud with the Brackens would drive any sane person mad." Edric says to her as Lord Blackwood goes back to his table.

"He is the only man close to my age in this hall tonight, and the only one who made interesting conversation." Rhaella points out looking at the room filled with older men and children alike.

"He suggested killing cows with your dragon as a form of entertainment." Edric says, looking Rhaella with questions in his eyes.

"It is better than talking of golden lions with the Lannisters." Rhaella says

"You are correct, my Lady." Edric smiles

Aemond could not believe what was happening in front of him. Rhaella, who had been dismissing suitors all night long with rude look or a comment was dancing with one of them. Benjicot Blackwood was twirling her around the floor like they were already wed and getting ready to celebrate for the next three moons.

"You are turning as green as mother's dress, Aemond." Aegon teases

"Ignore him." Heleana advises looking over at Aegon who shoves a bite of food into his mouth.

Rhaella's red and gold gown glitters under the lights of the many candles that light the room. Her silver hair is tied back, showing off how her face has sharpened over the years, baby fat falling away to give way to piercing Valyrian features. Aemond can feel his eye twitching with anger. Truly there was no reason for his current mood, there was no reason to be jealous over a single dance. Perhaps she was just being polite to Lord Blackwood.

It is when she tosses her head back to laugh at something he has said that Aemond cannot take it anymore.

"Mother, I want to leave. Am I dismissed?" He says, looking at his mother.

Queen Alicent lets out a sigh and gives him a nod.

"Straight to your chamber. I don't want you out with Vhagar now." She gives him a look

"Fine." Aemond conceeds, how did she know he was going to try to go for a nightime flight? A mother's intuition perhaps.

Rhaella laughs again as he's leaving. She leans in to whisper something to that idiot Benjicot as his hands are resting on her waist.

How disgusting.

Aemond hopes they both trip and fall face first into the pie that's being served to the guests. Maybe that would teach that barbaric Blackwood a lesson.

Rhaella finds Aemond the next day scowling in his chambers rather than in the training yard with Criston Cole.

"Are you sick?" She asks when she sits at the end of his bed

"I'm fine." Aemond grumbles

"Then why are you not training? Or at least meeting me in the Library like we usually do?" She questions

"I'm tired. Go away." Aemond groans, pulling his blankets over his head.

He had always been one for dramatics.

"You are acting like a spoiled child. What is wrong? Tell me." Rhaella commands, grabbing the covers and ripping them off him.

Aemond lets out a shout of dissaproval when he's exposed to the sunlight hits his eye.

"You haven't even dressed yet?" Rhaella asks looking at his night clothes "It is past noon!"

Rhaella's eyes are caught on Aemond's eye which is not covered by his eye patch. The sapphire that she had heard whispers about in the Keep was mesmerizing. He hadn't let her see his wound since he lost the eye.

"Don't you have somehwhere to be? A dance with Lord Benjicot Blackwood perhaps?" Aemond asked

Was that what all this was about? Surely Aemond wasn't jealous?

"Lord Blackwood is preparing to return to his home today. I do plan to see him off, but not if you are lying here, like some...self pitying...fool." She says

"I'm not a fool." Aemond says

"Then why are you acting like one?" She asks

Aemond suddenly sits up, Sapphire eye catching the bring sunlight that streams into his chamber. He's staring right at her and Rhaella suddenly feels nervous under his gaze.

"You can say goodbye to him, only if you promise to fly on Vhagar with me." He says

"What do you plan to do if I say no? Lock me up?" Rhaella rolls her eyes

"If I have to." Aemond jests

"I'd scream." Rhaella agues

"I'd gag you." Aemond declares

Rhaella huffs a sigh of frustation, Aemond was a wearisome individual today.

"Fine. One flight. But you're not allowed to let me fall off her." She agrees

Truthfully the idea of flying on Vhagar had always terrified her. That large of a beast taking to the sky was mortifying to her.

"Maybe I'll push you off." Aemond says, tone serious.

Rhaella shoots him a look, letting him know his joke has not been well received.

"Maybe I'll push you off and claim her for myself." Rhaella says

"I'd like to see you try." Aemond smirks

Next part

Guys I almost forgot Daeron was like...a thing so I had to mention his existence. Anyway, I love Bloody Ben so I had to give him a little cameo. Also when was HBO going to tell me that he's 12 during the dance? He is a whole child. Anyway, I've aged him up quite a bit here so its not as weird.

Also, whoever made this, they genuinely had me laughing on Pinterest...

Poor kid Aemond...

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More Yandere!Art x Reader thoughts

First fic found here

After the traumatic events that unfolded on you on Halloween night you are in a constant state of anxiety and fear. After the investigation the deranged face painted killer who caused your stress and the death of your “friends” is still on the loose and now knows your name.

You have trouble sleeping at night and start to become sleep deprived. Much like on the night before Halloween you have dream with Art.

Instead of being wed to the mime again in a nightmarish setting you are lying on a dank and broken bed with no sheets or covers just a dirty mattress with a busted headboard. Wearing a long white nightgown that reaches to your ankles you’re in a frightened daze as you recall the wedding ceremony from your nightmare days ago. Around the filthy dark room, dead flowers in vases scattered the room with decaying pedals on the concrete ground. Ripped up moldy stuffed animals sitting on chairs and others broken pieces of furniture. The room was in a disgusting disarray as the air felt colder.

You can’t seem to find your voice and can’t only whimper as you’re frozen in fear. You practically feel glued to the bed and can’t seem to move an inch from the dirty spot. Your terrified tear filled eyes scan the sketchy bedroom.

You scan your arms and upon viewing your hands you felt the whole world stop as you spot the same plastic ring on your finger. You silently sobs to yourself as you can tell what’s about to unfold.

It’s your honeymoon

Your ears are meet with the with the sound of heavy but fast paced footsteps as you look up slowly to see your capture now husband in your view. The same “man” who ruined your life and mutilated innocent people in front of your eyes, is now holding two wine glasses in one hand and a bottle of wine in the other as he has his same sinister smile. He approaches the bed and places the two clear glasses to the side as he stares and smiles wildly at you.

You can only whimper as you look him in his dead yet expressive eyes. His same over exaggerated expressions are still put into play as he sits cross cross in front of you on the broken bed. He just stares at you. Just smiling and no motion.

Before you can speak you’re suddenly spooked as he whips his right arm up fast to your face causing you to flinch and sob at his sudden fast movement. It’s a flower, but it appears to be a fake feather one magicians use. You only stare at the red fake flower as he starts to get slightly impatient from your lack of movement.

With a shaky hand you accept his gift. He responds by putting both hands on his chest where his heart would be and gives you a soft loving look. He leans forward to boop your nose, his sudden touch gives you the chills. He puts a finger up to tell you to wait as he reaches over behind you to grab the two wine glasses and the bottle of wine.

He hands you one glass as you had no choice but to accept the seemingly clean glass. With a fake flower in one hand and glass in another you watch in anticipation wondering what he’ll do next. He takes his sweet time tapping and examining the glass bottle before he opens it with a pop. The loud pop makes his eyes widen in responses as he looks at you and silently snickers. After uncorking the top off he brings your glass forward to him as he pours the condiments into the glass and what poured out shocked you.

Instead of red wine, thick dark bloody like liquid spewed from the bottle and into your glass. You started to finally find your voice as he continued to pour the liquid practically overflowing your glass.

“S-sto-“ but before you can finish you notice small movements in the dark red drink and saw what appeared to be small maggots swimming and squirming into your glass.

You make a loud audible groan and cry of discomfort as he ends up spilling the disgusting concoction on your snow white gown. You watch in complete disbelief and horror as the red liquid touches your bare skin and dress with the maggots still moving sporadically all over your lap. Art does nothing but smile in glee as he pours himself a cup before raising it to the sky above his head to prepare a toast for you and him. Still in shock you end up dropping the fake flower he offered you earlier as he clinks his glass to yours. You look up and see the happy clown chug down the freakish drink with no problem. As he finishes his drink, licking his lips and using a part of the bed sheet to dab his face like a napkin before kissing his fingers and raising his hand in the air to signify that he enjoyed the drink.

You felt like gagging as you continued to hold the vile drink in your shaking hand not sure what to do. You felt tears steam down your face as you became frozen again fearing what he’ll do next.

“Please, I’m sorry if I did anything to you. J-J-Just let me….”

He looks at you in your terrified eyes as he gives you a confused look. He reaches for your hand slowly. You felt your throat tighten at the contact. He brings your right hand up to your face and points at the ring on the your finger. The same fake plastic one he gifted to you on Halloween night. He points to it before making a “see?” Like expression to you. You start to shake your head as brings your sweaty hand to his black lips, kissing it tenderly and sweet.

You’re completely broken, was this a dream or real life? Are you really this insane man’s wife? Your head drowned in questions as he pulled your hand forward again putting it behind his head as he leaned closer to you. You pressed your lips tight together knowing he was going in for a kiss. The wine glass in your hand slipped out of your grip now spilling it all over your lap. You don’t even react to the mess as you sealed your eyes shut tight waiting for the messy kiss to impact.

But before you could feel his disgusting lips touch yours. Your ears were met with the sound of beeping. You slowly open your eyes and see that you’re in your bed. The beeping was your alarm clock. You scan the room all around to see if he’s still with you. You shut off the clock.

It was another dream. You felt your heart pound so hard and fast in your chest that it could just pop out. Sweat decorated your skin as it made your night gown stick to you, giving you an uncomfortable feeling. You close your eyes and start to breathe heavily as you roam your stuttering hands around you. You pause and start to feel a familiar hard feeling. You gasp loudly as you look at your right hand to see the same ring on your finger.

This can’t be happening. Please no.

In a fit of rage and frustration you whip the ring off your finger and chuck it far off into the room leaving behind a soft click as it fell from the impact. Feeling defeated you curl up in ball and silently sob knowing this isn’t over.

He’s coming for you.

Might redo my first fic again. Leave me some feedback thx.

[woodle-isbae]

In lust, we trust.

Farleigh.S x Catholic!Reader

Warnings: drinking, religion, little to no dialog, missionary, oral(f receiving), voyeurism, virginity loss, religious guilt, loads of projecting, Oliver hate, Farleigh is super sweet(to reader)🔥

A/N: this is sort of a self indulgence post, big guilty pleasure here🔥🔥/ Guess who posted this a little TOO late 👨🏾‍🦲

Kinktober Masterlist

You sat at the alter , kneeled over with your rosary clumped in your hands. Soft mutters of your prayer filling the empty Cathedral.

"Hail Mary, Full of grace.."

You were too drowned into your prayer to notice the figure that sat near you, waiting for you to Finish.

"-Holy Mary, Mother of God.."

You muttered the Hail Mary, soft breathing snapping you out of your focus, but still ignoring it and continuing.

"-Now and at the hour of our death..-"

"Amen."

You both said in unison, eyes shooting open to be met with your Boyfriend. He was dressed in a sweater and the colorful pants he always wore.

"Oh Farleigh..I didn't see you."

You got up, bowing and doing the sign of the cross before waltzing over to the man who sat with a slight smile. You knew something was off with him, but decided not to pester him about it.

He stood up to greet you with a hug, looming over you with a look of adoration and something else you couldn't quite decipher.

"Well..I do have alot to tell you!"

He chirped and walked with you hand in hand, many people believed you two weren't fit for eachother. He was known for sleeping around and doing drugs, you were a Saint who goes to church everyday and the sweetest soul alive.

That's why when hearing about your relationship, rumors spread about how he wanted to corrupt and ruin you for his own greed and lust. You were loving and understanding, helping him get over his drug use, never even daring to make you uncomfortable or sad from how you loved him.

He drove the both of you to the saltburn estate, having begged you to come just once and meet his family. He chatted about his school life and the things felix told him or has done, getting a reminded from you not to Gossip.

"Well , here we are m'lady!"

He hopped out the car before you, striding all around to open the door for you. You fetched your luggage and followed right after him ,he took you to a room that looked as if it was his, telling you that you will be staying in the room next to his to respect your boundaries.

You got into the floral printed room, knowing that Elspeth doesn't like her rooms like this she must've designed a room just for you, being Farleighs first genuine girlfriend had the whole family at your feet.

You unpacked your bags, enjoying the fresh country and a proper holiday away from friends and family. Farleigh peeping in to remind you that they're going swimming in the pond, they liked to call it their natural pool, telling you it's gonna be hot and wear sunscreen.

You wore a floral patterned one piece bathing suite, throwing on a scarf over your shoulders and sliding on sandels. You went down to the pond , sitting next to Felix and chatting about school and other things until you were interrupted by his friend, Oliver.

It's not that you hated him, but something about him was odd, like he was planning something sinnester but you couldn't tell through his cheery demeanor. You brushed it off and went to the water , floating around until you felt a pair of hands at your waist.

"Boo! Did I scare you?"

"Very funny Farleigh."

You deadpanned at him while he laughed at you, he rested his head on your shoulder and floated around with you. Having a conversation about day to day things and joking around, Elspeth comming around to greet you and reminding you that you need to dress up for tonight's dinner.

You guys finished up swimming and decided to start getting ready for dinner, Elspeth giving you a dark red ankle length lace gown along with a black lace scarf to tie around your shoulders. She remembered.

You got dressed and did your hair into a bun, strolling thought the mansions corridors until the large doors for the dining room, stepping in and finding your seat next to your curly headed boyfriend.

"I love the outfit Babe"

He whispered into your ear ,prepping a soft kiss onto your cheek and keeping a hand on your clothed knee. You glanced around the table, attention looking towards the large doors opening again, This time Oliver stepped in. He made his way towards the empty seat next to you ,since it sat across from felix, you were about to ask Felix something until Oliver cut you off.

"I really like y'dress, suits your body well."

You only stared at him, he gave you a sweet smile but something much deeper rested in those big bug eyes. You only nodded, feeling uncomfortable with him being around, as he was an evil spirit trying to rub onto you. The food arriving shortly, everyone else waiting for you to finish praying over the food before devouring it down. Exusing yourself to your room, finished with your food and ready for bed.

You slipped out of the dress and into a night gown, sitting under your covers with your Bible in hand, soft hymns playing from your recorder. You sang along softly , enjoying the cool night air that slipped in through your window, your thoughts interrupted by the door creeking open.

There stood Oliver, his blue eyes suddenly turned darker. He stood there for a good moment, relising you were staring back at him and threw on a small smile.

"Ah. . .thought this was my room..sorry"

He said before turning around and slamming the door shut, honestly shocked that nobody else woke up at that alone. You decided to ignore it, opting to tell Farleigh in the morning.

Time skip 🥰

You were currently walking with Farleigh to the fields, talking about how weird Vanetia and Ollie were acting during breakfast. You were the first ones to get to the field, getting undressed and sharing a blanket to sunbathe on.

Soon Vanetia and Felix joined, Oliver coming later. You glanced over at Farleigh, whispering what happened to you last night to him, which had him grimacing at just the thought.

"Yeah, he's definitely a weirdo now."

You lightly hit his hand, giggling a bit and telling him that's not nice. You continued discussing other stuff, feeling Olivers piercing gaze on you, getting uncomfortable and throwing over a bikini cover on your hips and laying down on your stomach.

The day activities went on as usual, everyone playing tennis in fancy attire while you kept score, skinny dipping in the pond and hide and seek in the maze.

Tonight was dinner with the Henry's, you wore a dark Blue velvet dress and a silk scarf over your shoulders, your hair done neatly and minimal makeup on. You strolled down the stairs, towards the crowded dinning room and taking a seat Next to Farleigh.

"Saved you a seat"

He murmered out, eyes locked in on the brunette who sat not very far from him, an obvious tension between the two. You only brushed it off, eating the food you were served before everyone left to go to the Living room, chatter filled the wide and nicely decorated room.

You sat next to Vanetia, fanning yourself with a drink in hand, enjoying the evening slightly intoxicated. Your boyfriend giving a brief performance with you cheering him on, the alcohol in your system had caused you to tip toe to him, whispering something about hanging out alone. Needing some quality alone time atleast once this summer.

You didn't know what to say, finding any and every possible way to get some time with him, the whole time you were here his eyes lingered on Felix's mousey friend. You fiddled with the scarf around your shoulders, searching in his eyes for some kind of answer.

"Sure"

He blurted out, walking ahead of you to get to his room, leaving the door open for you to enter in. He patted the empty side of the bed, laying his head in the crook of your neck, arms wrapped around your waist- He didn't even bother to let you change first.

"You look so breath taking in that dress babe...wear it more often."

His words flew into your ears, swirling around for a few seconds and slipping back out. You blushed, knowing the emotions he made you feel were normal- but not this one, it was strange and Degrading, it felt disgusting good .. the warmth in your stomach dropping lower..way lower

"Thank you-"

Your words cut off by his swift kiss, his hand cupping the side of your face as he moved up , placing himself between your legs while you two made out. Something of your had snapped, the vow you've taken to wait until marriage has been long forgotten, an insatiable hunger emerging from you.

Hands clawing to find stability in eachother, his own slipping under the dress and feeling your soft skin. Sounds you've never made before slipped through your lips as he pressed his hips against your own, having you feel exactly how he feels

"Wait- I don't want to ru-"

"Shut up, I want you. So, so bad."

You cut him off, your mind already made up and decided. You both flailed to remove any articles of clothing, continuing your starved kisses on eachothers bodies. You couldn't hold back from what you wanted mose anymore, begging him to work were you needed him most.

He slipped down, leaving a soft trail of kisses down your body only to come face to face with your cunt, instinctively diving in face first.

A foreign euphoria washing through you, gasping at the pure and utter skill he has to have your legs shaking already, making out with your puffy clit and twitching hole.

"Wait- Leigh!"

Your fingers coming down to tug at his curls, hips pushing up to gain more pressure and pleasure, adding on more for your first orgasm on the night. You clenched your eyes shut, keeping his plump and soft lips placed right at your core. Everytime you were near your orgasm, he pulled away- claiming that it helps with your orgasm.

This went on for nearly an hour, continuing his edging on your clit, by this point you've shed a couple of tears from the orgasm denial. Getting fed up with his actions, you pulled him over, straddling his lap.

"Oh my?, really bold!"

He grabbed a wrapper from the bedside drawing, slowly placing it on his girthy cock and lifting you onto his cock. Giving you a breather to get used to the new intrusion, prepping you with soft kisses and words of praise, promising not to hurt you.

You had given him the signal that your ready, he took this as a chance to lay you down on your back and softly move his hips, interlocking his large hand over yours. Your eyes screwed shut, bliss filling all your senses- and his.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, his face buried into the crook of your own, praises falling past his pink lips. The grip on your hips tight as if he would loose you any moment, lost in the moment of eachothers embrace.

The door had opened, Oliver walking in only to stop and stare, unsure of how he should feel in this current moment. Hes gaze was judgemental.Your eyes meeting for a brief moment, his gaze never leaving the two of you- almost allured by the sight. His watchful eyes spurred you on even more, your legs locking around the curly headed man's hips, chasing for your orgasm.

"Oh- Leigh, please!"

You weren't sure exactly what you were begging for, nonetheless it slipped through your lips, along with other things. Oliver stood there for a few more seconds before storming out, muttering something under his breath, but you were too out of to even focus on him.

The string in your core was tightening, threatening to break as Farleigh's fingers slipped down, playing with your clit. He gave you a deep kiss, continuing his harsh yet loving movements, his own orgasm reaching.

"You got this, yeah? Cum for me."

His voice was raspy, whining into your ear, his hips snapping into you with a speed you never knew was possible. He gave a few more sloppy thrusts, halting inside you with a deep groan, biting a mark into your shoulder.

This triggered a reaction in you, clenching around him as you came, shameful sounds coming from your lips and flying around the room. You both layed there, absolutely slumped and sweaty from the warm summer night, catching your breath until Farleigh decided to pull out.

You yelped a bit, foreign to the sudden emptiness that still in you, his fingers creeping up your body to fiddle with the cross that sat around your neck. That's when it dawned on you.

"Oh my..what have I done!?"

Farleigh stared at you, knowing you were filled with panic but decided against saying anything that might worry you even further. You quickly knelt by the bed, muttering a soft prayer, the brunette watching intently- careful not to make a sound.

"I shouldn't have drunk so much.."

You frowned, sitting back on the bed, shifting under the sheets of his bed. You only looked up to him, his face calm and unphased, knowing your commitment to your religion.

"There's a church near, you can confess there.?"

"I guess.."

You knew what you did was wrong, yet you enjoyed every moment, willing to do it again if you could. You only sighed, opting to go with the plan your boyfriend gave, deciding to get some rest in his bed.

You'll talk to Oliver aswell in the morning, but for now- all that sat in your mind was your sweet boyfriend.

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Aemond and his MILF, lady tyrell.

They had been betrothed after her older husband died in a hunting incident, his grandsire finding it as an opportunity to restrength bonds with the reach. He though his betrothed would be an upset of their union, she was a few years younger then his mother and already had two little babes of her own. But she was just as excited or more than him for their marriage, having been married to an older man herself, she craved the touches and affection of a younger man. She would giggle at his slightly flushed after walking in on her feeding her youngest babe. For such a sophisticated prince, he always seemed a bit nervous when he’d break fast with her, his lady purposely wearing tight gowns and offering to fed him the delicious fruits of the reach while he held her sleeping babe. His pretty betrothed loved inviting him to the bathing pools of Highgarden, teasing him by swimming nude in the pool while he stared at the delicious sight of the water glistening on fat breast and full hips. It wouldn’t be long until the prince becomes responsive to her advances; suckling at her breast, groping her curves, and playing with her in the bathing pools. He thought he had been more than prepared for their wedding night but he found himself to be at the mercy of her touches and pleasures. His lady-wife had him stuck and sprawled outin their bed as she bounced on his cock and sucked him off like the whore from silk street. After their copious amounts of fucking, the lady of Highgarden would have another little babe in her arm, a little silver-head babe girl.

Aemond and his MILFS ! We love to see it !

Oh poor sweet virgin Prince is rocked by her with ease; her hands stroking up and down his bare, muscular arms as she bounces. Those fat breasts he had drooled over for so long now being pushed into his face to mouth at.

It seemed his father could do one thing right

[heykaya]

Degrees of Lewdity - Character Outfits & Descriptions

Found through the game's code.

(Checked: 28th September 2024)

This one took a while to compile since it’s spread across 2-3? different files.

If there is a line (_____) in between like this:

(Character Name)

Outfits <— The game chooses which outfit the character wears from these options. Loads first.

Outfits

Outfits

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Outfits <— This one will load second.

Outfits

Outfits

Character Outfits

Robin

"maleSchool”: ("school shirt", "school shorts"), desc: "school uniform"

"femaleSchool”: ("school shirt", "school skirt"), desc: "school uniform"

"maleSchoolLong”: ("school blouse", "school trousers"), desc: "school uniform"

"femaleSchoolLong”: ("school blouse", "long school skirt"), desc: "school uniform"

"maleSchoolSwimShirt”: ("swim shirt", "school swim shorts"), desc: "school swimsuit"

"femaleSchoolSwim”: ("school swimsuit top", "school swimsuit bottoms"), desc: "school swimsuit"

"maleTown1”: ("t-shirt", "shorts"), desc: "t-shirt and shorts"

"femaleTown1”: ("sundress top", "sundress skirt"), desc: "sundress"

"maleWarm1”: ("t-shirt", "shorts"), desc: "t-shirt and shorts"

"femaleWarm1”: ("sundress top", "sundress skirt"), desc: "sundress"

"coldPuffer”: ("puffer jacket", "slacks"), desc: "puffer jacket"

"pyjamas”: ("pyjama shirt", "pyjama bottoms"), desc: "pyjama shirt and bottoms"

* Not a mistake, (maleTown1 & maleWarm1) and (femaleTown1 & femaleWarm1) are written as the same outfits.

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Robin’s Christmas Outfits

("shirt", "shorts"), desc: "shirt and shorts"

("sundress", "sundress skirt"), desc: "sundress"

("tuxedo", "tuxedo trousers"), desc: "tuxedo"

("gothic gown", "gothic gown"), desc: "gothic gown"

("kimono", "kimono bottoms"), desc: "kimono"

(“christmas top", "christmas bottoms"), desc: "christmas outfit"

("ribbons", "ribbons"), desc: "mass of ribbons" - Robin wears a lewd ribbon outfit as a present for you.

Avery

"business”: ("business suit top", "business trousers"), desc: "business suit"

"maleFormal1”: ("tuxedo shirt", "tuxedo trousers"), desc: "tuxedo"

"femaleFormal1”: ("evening gown top", "evening gown"), desc: "formal gown"

"pyjamas”: ("pyjama shirt", "pyjama bottoms"), desc: "pyjama shirt and bottoms"

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Before 6pm: wear “business”: ("business suit top", "business trousers"), desc: "business suit"

After 6pm: wear “formal”

* Couldn’t find an outfit that’s just named “formal”, so I assume this means any clothing that is the “formal” type?

Kylar

"maleSchool”: ("school shirt", "school shorts"), desc: "school uniform"

"femaleSchool”: ("school shirt", "school skirt"), desc: "school uniform"

"maleSchoolSwim”: ("naked", "school swim shorts"), desc: "school swimsuit"

"femaleSchoolSwim”: ("school swimsuit top", "school swimsuit bottoms"), desc: "school swimsuit"

"maleTown1”: ("t-shirt", "shorts"), desc: "t-shirt and shorts"

"femaleTown1”: ("sundress top", "sundress skirt"), desc: "sundress"

"maleWarm1”: ("t-shirt", "shorts"), desc: "t-shirt and shorts"

"femaleWarm1”: ("sundress top", "sundress skirt"), desc: "sundress"

"coldHoodie”: ("hoodie", "sweatpants"), desc: "hoodie"

_____

If “formal” wear “formal" clothing.

If "goth" wear "formalRare":

Male: ("gothic jacket and vest", "gothic trousers"), desc: "gothic suit"

Female: ("gothic gown top", "gothic gown"), desc: "gothic gown"

If “swimsuit” wear “beach” clothing.

Otherwise: randomly generate an area-appropriate outfit 

Whitney

"Whitney”: ("leather jacket", "torn jeans"), desc: "leather jacket"

"maleSchoolBlazer”: ("school blazer", "school trousers"), desc: "school uniform"

"femaleSchoolBlazer”: ("school blazer", "long school skirt"), desc: "school uniform"

"maleSchoolSwim”: ("naked", "school swim shorts"), desc: "school swimsuit"

"femaleSchoolSwim”: ("school swimsuit top", "school swimsuit bottoms"), desc: "school swimsuit"

"coldHoodie”: ("hoodie", "sweatpants"), desc: "hoodie"

Sydney

"maleSchoolLong”: ("school blouse", "school trousers"), desc: "school uniform"

"femaleSchoolLong”: ("school blouse", "long school skirt"), desc: "school uniform"

"maleSchoolSwimShirt”: ("swim shirt", "school swim shorts"), desc: "school swimsuit"

"femaleSchoolSwim”: ("school swimsuit top", "school swimsuit bottoms"), desc: "school swimsuit"

"neutralRobe”: ("robe top", "robes"), desc: "robe"

"coldTrench”: ("trenchcoat", "jeans"), desc: "trenchcoat"

_____

If at the temple: wear “temple” clothing.

If in school, at lunch, or in the library: wear “school” clothing.

Otherwise: randomly generate an area-appropriate outfit 

Alex

"wildsFlannel”: ("flannel", "jeans"), desc: "flannel and jeans"

"AlexJorts”: ("flannel", "jorts"), desc: "flannel and jorts"

"AlexSkirt”: ("flannel", "skirt"), desc: "flannel and skirt"

"coldCoat”: ("coat", "jeans"), desc: "coat"

_____

If in the cottage and the time is between 9pm - 5am wear:

"maleAlexSleep”: (“t-shirt", "boxers"), desc: "t-shirt and boxers"

"femaleAlexSleep”: ("t-shirt", "boyshorts"), desc: "t-shirt and boyshorts"

Otherwise: randomly generate an area-appropriate outfit 

*farm events mention that boxers/boyshorts are black and red.

Eden

“Eden”: ("ramshackle hunting coat", "torn hunting trousers"), desc: "hunting outfit"

Morgan

“Morgan”: (“ruined suit", "ruined trousers"), desc: "ruined outfit"

Briar

"maleBriar”: ("shirtless suit", "formal trousers"), desc: "shirtless suit"

"femaleBriar”: ("low-neck dress", "cropped dress skirt"), desc: "plunging neckline dress"

Darryl

"maleFormal1”: ("tuxedo shirt", "tuxedo trousers"), desc: "tuxedo"

"femaleFormal1”: ("evening gown top", "evening gown"), desc: "formal gown"

_____

Otherwise: wear other "formal" clothing.

Remy

"ridingFormal”: ("shadbelly coat", "chapette breeches"), desc: "formal riding outfit"

Landry

"maleLandry": "grey sweater", "dark trousers"), desc: "grey sweater"

"femaleLandry": ("grey cardigan", "dark trousers"), desc: "grey cardigan"

Charlie

"dance”: ("dance shirt", "dance shorts"), desc: "dance uniform"

Harper

"doctor"("doctor's coat", "white trousers"), desc: "doctor uniform"}

_____

Otherwise: wear other "hospital" clothing.

Jordan

"maleRobe”: ("monk robe top", "monk robes"), desc: "robe"

"femaleRobe”: ("nun robe top", "nun robe skirt"), desc: "robe"

_____

Otherwise: wear other "temple" clothing.

Sirris

"teacher”: ("teacher's uniform", "teacher's slacks"), desc: "teacher's uniform"

"townTurtleneck”: ("turtleneck", "jeans"), desc: "turtleneck and jeans"

"townCollar”: ("collared shirt", "khakis"), desc: "collared shirt and khakis"

Doren

"teacher”: (“teacher's uniform", "teacher's slacks"), desc: "teacher's uniform"

"townTrack”: ("tracksuit top", "tracksuit bottoms"), desc: "tracksuit"

"townCollar”: ("collared shirt", "khakis"), desc: "collared shirt and khakis"

River

"teacher”: ("teacher's uniform", "teacher's slacks"), desc: "teacher's uniform"

"neutralRobe”: ("robe top", "robes"), desc: "robe"}

"townCollar”: ("collared shirt", "khakis"), desc: "collared shirt and khakis"

Winter

"teacher”: ("teacher's uniform", "teacher's slacks"), desc: "teacher's uniform"

Mason

"teacher”: ("teacher's uniform", "teacher's slacks"), desc: "teacher's uniform"

"maleSchoolSwim”: ("naked", "school swim shorts"), desc: "school swimsuit"

"neutralSwim”: ("swim shirt", "board shorts"), desc: "swimsuit"

"townTrack”: ("tracksuit top", "tracksuit bottoms"), desc: "tracksuit"

_____

Otherwise: wear other "beach" clothing.

Leighton

"teacher”: ("teacher's uniform", "teacher's slacks"), desc: "teacher's uniform"

"maleFormal1”: ("tuxedo shirt", "tuxedo trousers"), desc: "tuxedo"

"femaleFormal1”: ("evening gown top", "evening gown"), desc: "formal gown"

Black Wolf & Great Hawk

"naked”: ("naked", "naked"), desc: "naked"

Ivory Wraith

"naked”: ("naked", "naked"), desc: "naked"

"moonRobe”: ("flowing robe", "flowing robe"), desc: "flowing robe"

Degrees of Lewdity - Text Based Masterpost

[jeypawlik]

July 2024 Lupin Weekly Art Prompts

I host weekly prompts over on the Lupin forum and I've been slowly working on catching up with all of them, I'm very determined to get caught up before the year's over! Here's July's prompts: shenanigans, Fujiko enjoying gelato, NYC Looks & Zenigata wearing too many layers. Older prompt art can be found here~ [Image ID: Image 1 Lupin is neck deep in a lake, unbeknownst to him Zenigata has jumped from the dock behind him to disrupt Lupin's quiet swim. Image 2 Fujiko, wearing an elegant evening gown, gloves and fancy jewellery, sits down to gleefully enjoy a cheap looking container of gelato. Image 3 Lupin is sitting down wearing a tan blazer, a bright green button up, and bright blue bellbottom jeans. The colour scheme is extremely 70s, with the background only being a wavy rainbow of greens and oranges. Image 4 Zenigata is gasping and sweating, he's wearing his big heavy trench coat with a Hawaiian shirt under it. Zenigata: Luupiiin... wait... Lupin: Pops, just take your coat off! we're on vacation. Zenigata: Noooooo /end ID]

[lipstickmarks]

Mor headcanons

— Mor x fem!reader

Warnings: brief mention of grief, mention of mor’s trauma, nsfw under the cut

Mor is as generous as rhys. that generosity streak runs in their family. she buys you gifts for every occasion. you never had fine jewelry until her and she makes sure you get a new addition to your collection at least once per season.

she has a love/hate relationship with key lime pie. she’ll eat it if it’s offered and wince at the strange, biting tang of citrus but still finish the whole slice, groaning about it as she does so. she’s prefers more classically decadent treats like chocolate covered strawberries, raspberry chocolate mouse, anything chocolatey with whipped cream.

she loves babies. Being Nyx’s fun rich auntie Mor is the highlight of her immortal existence. She loves poking his little cheeks and rocking him to sleep and buying him oodles of presents. try and take the babe from her when he’s cuddling on her chest after a big solstice dinner, I dare you. whether or not she has babes of her own really depends on if the two of you decide that’s your path but even so, I think she’d wait a long, long time before starting a family. She wants to have time to live for herself first.

when you two agree to the mating bond, she gets you an entire assortment of snacks. she wants you to be able to choose what you want. Mor isn't much of a cook so it's mainly snacks: fruit, chocolates, bread with butter, but it means the world to you that she put so much thought into it. you two decide to split a piece of chocolate.

she’s not super into books. not because she isn’t smart, I think she just prefers other hobbies that are more kinesthetic— dancing, working out, making snow angels, swimming, etc.

red is her signature color but she has a fondness for white and gold, especially on women. If you wear a white chiffon gown with gold accessories, she’ll melt. she’ll follow you around like a puppy and do anything you ask “baby, you look like a goddess”

picks flowers every year on Andromeda’s death anniversary and then sets them in the Sidra to float out into the ocean. usually it’s a small white flower to symbolize the purity of their love and she places it in the water and watches the current carry it out to sea. she stands there for a long, long time.

she’s very private with not only her sexuality and history but just in general. she doesn’t offer up information about herself willingly because she has a fear of it being used against her. so once you two are dating and there’s established trust, she will just casually drop random lore and you will be like “wait you have a tattoo? where?”

kind of a neat freak. her bed is always made and her sheets are always crisp and clear. no clutter in her bed or anywhere in her room. the only time she likes her bed messy is when you two trash it🙂‍↕️

nsfw

she prefers making love by candlelight. Sex has had to mean different things to her in her life so when she’s intimate with someone she truly loves, trusts, and wants to be with (you😍), she wants it to be as romantic as possible. Lights off and pillar candles scattered all throughout your room to set a sexy, ambient tone.

lingerie is her love language. It’s practically part of the foreplay for her. Whether it’s her own or yours, it always turns her on. She loves the femininity and sultriness of it, loves to pull and paw at the ribbons and zippers and buttons and sometimes tear it off altogether. She practically has on fancy underwear all the time and you grow quite the extensive collection once you’re with her.

still not huge on PDA even after being out to her family. holding hands or putting your legs in her lap is one thing but she won’t stick her tongue down your throat in the middle of family dinner

loves putting her hand in your back pocket

[gwynrieldreams]

Things that I NEED like air to happen in Gwynriel's book:

Gwyn moving in with Nesta and getting out of the library

more late night run-ins with Azriel

falling asleep on his shoulder while researching

Gwyn buying dresses and wearing sth else other than her priestess robes or illyrian leathers

her singing in a beautiful gown and Azriel being utterly amazed

gleeriel

flying in Azriel's arms

exploring Velaris together

night swimming

Gwyn lulling him to sleep

riding her white pegasus with Azriel flying beside her

saving him from drowning during a mission

the Valkyries getting ready together and having a girls' night out

Gwyn dancing with Azriel

[earwigconsumer]

helloo first of all i just wanna say ur art is rly cool !! anyways could you maybe say some stuff you know abt kennith since its pretty hard to find accurate information?

Holy fuck I really appreciate that dude. Thank you a lot 🙏🙏🙏

And also I'm not too good with non specific stuff, so I'm just gonna spit out everything I can think of about Kennith

His birthday is October 12th 1968

He is 5'4

Kennith would drink the fuck out of kool-aid

Kennith cannot cook, he would probably burn the house down and he wouldn't care if he burned down with it

He gives himself burns on purpose anyway

Kennith likes rats and cats

He also really likes cats who look like they've gone through shit, like him

He and Stephanie shared makeup

Kennith pissed on a church's bush one time and declared it as his sinful territory

(A lot more under the cut)

Kennith just, breaks into Stephanie's house sometimes through her window. Sometimes to steal milk, borrow shit, or do what ever

Stephanie is fine with that

Kennith is homosexual and aromantic

Kennith and Stephanie got bullied for being friends with each other

He lives in Calumet, Michigan

When drunk Kennith gets extra gay and laughs at everything. Eventually getting really sleepy and incoherent

Kennith is that guy who would wear shorts all year, even in the winter

Kennith normally just throws on tanktops and shorts, switching to pull overs and jeans in the winter. Anything comfy really. Sometimes he dresses really good though, like 20% of the time

80% of the time it's gym shorts, tank tops, and t-shirts

Kennith can swim

Kennith sometimes just breaks into a country accent sometimes

Kennith likes candy

His favorite tastes are smoke, blood, rootbeer, alcohol of any kind, sour candies, and dick I MEAN WHO SAID THAT? WHO SAID THAT??

Kennith doesn't like being touched, unless it's in bed

How ever if he was hugging with genuine love and care he would get really emotional or all flustered have to go be alone for a while and be emotional later

Kennith paints his nails

If kennith were to go to a school dance (he didn't he spend them in his basement with Stephanie)

He would just kinda stand by the punch bowl with his little cup drink it, fill it, drink it, fill it, drink it, fill it, drink it, fill it, drink it again, and fill it

Kennith likes 60s garage rock and psychedelic rock

Kennith has BPD and depression

He steals a lot

He's also really sexual, he into bdsm and guro. Ghost has called him a kinky little shit

He thinks he'd trip in a ball gown

He doesn't have a schedule, he just does shit when he feels like

He'd get annoyed with clueless people and like if he has to repeat himself it pisses him off. He also doesn't like explaining when you're not on the same page as him immediately, he's tolerant with Stephanie doing that though

His favorite color is coral

He has a super unstable sleep schedule

Stephanie apprently carried around Kennith sometimes

He would have a gore and an nsfw blog on tumblr if he were alive now

If being gender-fluid was more known in the 80s he would have been gender-fluid. If he were alive now he would be gender-fluid. Cuz it's the 80s though, he just assumes he's a dude who feels more feminine sometimes

Kennith would refuse therapy because he "doesn't need that shit like that"

Kennith would like beanie babies if he were alive now

He twirls his hair

Sometimes when he didn't wanna be bothered about it, he'd cover up his sh with foundation to make it less noticeable. Most of the time he was too lazy

Kennith has abandonment issues

Kennith shaves

He LOVES milk

He would wear thigh highs

He doesn't know what job he'd have, he'd probably continue with repairing electronics though

Kennith drinks and smokes weed

Kennith's favorite alcoholic thing is champagne

Kennith would have a pet rat

Kennith can scream really loud

He makes self deprecating jokes quite a bit

Kennith would wear a skirt if he wouldn't have gotten the living shit bullied out of him. They would also be flashy and revealing

For Halloween Kennith would dress in all white and say he's sperm

He swears excessively

Kennith is that guy with the magnifying glass and burns ants to death

He's the type to draw dicks on the school white boards/chalk boards

Kennith would like throwing knives

Kennith likes to mess with people for fun (in a silly way)

He also likes joking around with and pranking his friends

Kennith would have loved being a model

Kennith is around 100lbs

His voice claim is YoppyVU, any statement about it not, is a lie. Ghost does that a lot, did you know that?

He doesn't spend a lot of time at home, his parents piss him off. He usually hangs around the gas station Greg works at, Stephanie's house, or the park or something

He'd be the type to die his hair with kool-aid, it would look like shit

Kennith attempted before

Kennith forgets to eat alot. He starves himself but not to a life threatening point, he doesn't focus on it at all. He literally just forgets and doesn't feel like eating

He would have been a theater kid if he didn't think the world hated him

He'd be a bad singer

He's broadcast was in the garage he worked in

Ghost said if you looked up "curly pixie cut" you'd be able to find references for his hair

And also he is cold and reserved to people he is not friends with. He takes a bit to warm up to people

That's not all I know, but I don't wanna write anymore. It's 4 am. I can cite my sources for all of these, btw. And also ignore but don't that jab about Ghost lying a lot

[spop-romanticizes-abuse]

so 96% of you wanted to see me do a redesign of mermista. and while i can draw, i've been stuck in an art block so i opted to just draw over her current design. i don't hate all of it so i'm not changing everything.

let me go through the complaints i do have about her design.

first off, she does not look like royalty in the slightest. she just looks like some girl who likes the color blue. even the gold accents don't really help. i'm not saying she has to walk around in a gown and tiara but at least add something to her design to indicate that she's a princess?

secondly, those clown shoes are NOT IT. who even thought of that? they look uncomfortable and ridiculous, and doesn't make sense for her character design.

those sleeves/armor (??? i honestly don't know what those are) and gold gauntlets also do not look practical in the slightest. they look like they'd be a hindrance for a swimmer. and guess what, she still has them in her mermaid form.

the OG mermista design wasn't the greatest but at least it looked like she could swim comfortably.

so my objectives were:

give her outfit a more streamlined look so it would make sense for her powers

make her look like actual royalty and not some girl with a cool color palette

expand more on the indian-inspired design and reflect that in her usual outfit, instead of putting her in a saree-inspired dress for one episode and calling it a day (i say saree-inspired because it's not really a traditional saree, but more like a modern and slightly western rendition)

i made two versions of her redesign - one with a dupatta and one without. the dupatta, i understand, could be a hindrance in certain situations but i just wanted to give an example of how to take inspiration from a culture instead of just using it for brownie points. a dupatta is something indians would wear with their casual attire, mostly with salwars, unlike sarees which are generally reserved for special occasions (there are sarees that are casual wear, but they're still not the most convenient).

secondly, i gave her a headwear inspired from desi wedding attire and older indian tiaras. mind you, indian tiaras themselves are a lot more complex and beautifully crafted, but 1. it would take me ages to draw all the details and 2. i figured mermista would go for a simpler look, especially when she's not at her palace. also, while indian headwears are usually made with gold and jewels, i gave mermista's headwear pearls because.. pearls, oysters, ocean. mermaid vibes.

i changed the shoes and gave her a pair that are inspired by water shoes. i know that she would transform into a mermaid while swimming anyway, but these still look more comfortable without serving clowncore.

i replaced her gold accents with silver because the gold doesn't really mesh well with the teal, in my opinion. while indians are known for their love of gold, a lot of people nowadays opt for silver, because it is less expensive and more compatible with casual wear.

i highlighted the fishscale pattern in her outfit since you could barely see them in the original.

i gave her a bindi and the necklace that 80s mermista wore, as a tribute to the OG show, and the design is complete. i know that some of these may not be the easiest to animate but if they could animate perfuma's cape thing, entrapta's hair and a hundred different outfits for catra; this design is just child's play.

let me know what you think of the redesign and if you want me to do the same for the other characters!