#eyelet board

[fuzzkaizer]

amplified parts - ZZ XXX

"... Sam Ash Fuzzz Boxx / Astro Astrotone Fuzz built on our wide spacing 2x8 pseudo eyelet board. The case is a hand-painted sloped YY enclosure, and the knobs are our newly-added P-K402 knobs, which are in the same style as the originals. There's a Lumberg power jack as well as a battery-power option which can be disconnected via the side rocker switch (P-H518). There were multiple transistor types used in the originals. This build uses silicon Fairchild TO-5s with a similar hfe range and the B-E junction of two TO-5 transistors for the clipping diodes. The insulation used on many of the leads is NOS, but it's very similar to our white old-style spaghetti sleeving, S-M436W. The last two photos are layouts for different build options. The first one, the "Tone Fix" option, adds an extra capacitor not found in the originals in order to squeeze a little more functionality out of the tone control, which is otherwise somewhat lackluster. The last photo is the original Fuzzz Boxx circuit. There is an added 100uF power supply stabilization cap in both layouts. Note that I used 9mm pots here to give the knobs wider spacing. Their 5mm bushings do not make it all the way through the thick walls of the YY enclosure, so they were epoxied in. 16mm Alpha pots have slightly longer bushing where that may not be a problem, but the knobs would have to be a little closer together."

cred: instagram.com/amplifiedparts; amplifiedparts.com/pedal-guides/build-project-fuzzz-boxx;

[corvidaedream]

im working on my lavender & pastel green macaroni outfit rn, but im suddenly also inspired to make a feminine-presenting outfit (for work-wear, mostly) that's technically accurate to the 1770s, but is actually just based on this 1902 beatrix potter illustration:

secret little tailor mouse cosplay

[journeyman-tier-fibercraft]

Trying to power through two WIPs that been haunting me The red shawl only has two dozen ish more rows and the blue shawl only needs about 6 more pattern repeats. I want to start more interesting long term projects but would feel bad about leaving these two unfinished when they’re both less than 10 hours away from being off the needles.

[billielolly]

Sims 3 Build - Sage Studio Townhouses

A set of brownstone-inspired townhouses containing a studio apartment perfect for a creative and craft-loving sim looking to start their new life.

A studio apartment with 1 bathroom on a 30x20 lot.

Watch the speed build: https://youtu.be/1gr_oRdaGZQ

Download here:

Patreon (free): https://www.patreon.com/posts/108162675/

Exchange: https://www.thesims3.com/assetDetail.html?assetId=9598470

Expansion packs:

World Adventures

Ambitions

Generations

Late Night

University Life

Stuff packs:

None

Store content:

Bohemian Garden Set - Happily Hippy Patchwork Pouf

Custom content:

missyzim - Neoclassic Build Set (Window Arched Short, Arched Door, Pediment Door 1x1)

ArtVitalex - Noresund Bed

ArtVitalex - Gunnern End Table

Martassimsbook - cmdesigns Anemone Bathroom Set Candle

deeiutza - Teen Bedroom Plant

Martassimsbook - Cowbuild Follower Gift Set 1 Chicken Aloe Vera Pot

Pralinesims - Contemporary Carpet 78

basimcly - Counter Height Eyelet Curtains (1 + 2 Tile)

ATS3 - Crafting Room Sewing (Dressform & Blouse, Sewing Machine)

ATS3 - Fashion Designer's Workshop (Cissors, Tapeline & Needles, Reels, Cloth Roll, Patterns, Hanging Clothes)

Martassimsbook - Ravasheen Hang Around Closet Set P1 Wooden Rack

Martassimsbook - Ravasheen Hang Around Closet Set P2 (Dress Belt, Summer Dress, Tunic, Long Sleeve Dress, Shorts, Graphic Tee)

Martassimsbook - Ravasheen Hang Around Closet Set P3 Belt

ArtVitalex - Ritchie Mirror

ArtVitalex - Glen Mirror

Martassimsbook - Sims 4 Parenthood Xtreme Shower Tub

ArtVitalex - Upland Toothbrush and Paste

ArtVitalex - Upland Toilet Brush

ATS3 - Canister

Martassimsbook - Pinkboxdesign Kitchen Clutter Set Utensils

Martassimsbook - Syboulette Millennial Kitchen Dish Soap

pyszny16 - Donavan Kitchen Counter

Cakenoodles - 13pumpkin Rustic Wood Floor

Julietsimscc - Giveaway Gift Paintings (Without Borders)

ArtVitalex - Mayorka Ceiling Spot Lamp

Twinsimming - Fashion Forward Collection Trending Style Board

[fafnir19]

Sailing the other way

Lauritz' sister's fiance Samuel and him were very different. Samuel, the suave and sophisticated heir to a wealthy family, always seemed to have the world at his fingertips.

Lauritz, on the other hand, was a rebellious and free-spirited punker who didn't quite fit in with the conventional lifestyle his family wanted for him.

Despite their differences, Samuel and Lauritz got along surprisingly well. Their interactions were a peculiar blend of class and nonconformity that created a magnetic dynamic between them. It was on the cusp of Samuel's impending wedding that an unconventional idea began to take shape.

"Ey, Sam, let's do something wild before your wedding, mate," Lauritz proposed with a glint of mischief in his eyes. Samuel raised an eyebrow, unsure of what adventure Lauritz had in mind this time. "What did you have in mind, Lauritz? Last time your 'wild' idea led to us spending a night in a police cell in Amsterdam." Lauritz replied: “Vegas would be cool, but at the end of the day it’s your bachelor party. I'll do whatever you want!" Flashing a boyish grin, Samuel draped an arm around Lauritz's shoulders. "I want to take our boat out and sail across the Baltic Sea. It'll be an epic journey filled with freedom and salt-kissed air. You in?" Lauritz, with his unconventional mohawk and punk attire, looked askance at Samuel. "Sailing? That's a bit, you know, bourgeois for my taste," he quipped, adjusting the studded leather jacket slung over his shoulder. Smirking, Samuel continued, "Nonsense! It's summer, and what better way to enjoy some fresh sea air? Besides, it’ll be an adventure, and it'll please the in-laws to see you refining your tastes." Lauritz's parents, along with Samuel's family, were indeed relieved by the prospect. "Better than if you were hanging out with those punkers," his mother had remarked with a grateful smile. With their bags packed and spirits high, Samuel and Lauritz boarded Samuel's family's mahogany sailboat bound for Helsinki.

The sun's golden gaze kissed the cerulean waves, casting a mesmerizing glow upon the Baltic Sea. "Ah, this is the life, isn't it?" Samuel exclaimed, his gaze sweeping over the glittering expanse of the sea. Lauritz nodded, a wry smile playing on his lips. "It's not as terrible as I imagined. But still, wouldn't you rather be planning your wedding festivities than gallivanting with me?" Samuel chuckled, adjusting his nautical cap. "Oh, come now, my dear Lauritz. We have the rest of our lives for all that. Let's revel in the freedom while we can. Besides, you're not so bad to have around, even for a punker." Lauritz feigned offense, his blue eyes twinkling mischievously. "You wound me with your words, Samuel," he teased. As the ship cuts through the gentle waves, Samuel took Lauritz under his wing, teaching him the art of sailing. Despite his initial skepticism, Lauritz found himself unexpectedly enjoying the experience, reveling in the salty breeze and the rhythmic lull of the waves against the hull. Their journey led them to the enchanting city of St. Petersburg, where the juxtaposition of baroque architecture and Soviet-era relics offered a feast for the eyes.

As they wandered through the labyrinthine streets, the allure of the city enticed Lauritz to explore the more unconventional facets. "I've been thinking," Lauritz began, his voice laced with determination. "I want an eyelet in my ear, like the punks back home. It's about time I made my mark, don't you think?" he declared, pointing to a trendy piercing found amongst the punk subculture.

Samuel's face turned a shade of pale as he frantically tried to dissuade him, envisioning the cocktail of disapproving glares from his in-laws. "Lauritz, you can't just waltz back to the family estate with a hole in your ear. What would my in-laws think? Besides, piercings can lead to infections. How about something more inconspicuous? Like a nipple piercing?" Lauritz let out a laugh, his eyes dancing with mischief. "Oh, Samuel, always thinking about appearances. But where's the fun in that? I want something that screams independence! Something bold." Their banter was interrupted by a raspy cackle that seemed to echo through the narrow alley they were passing. They turned to see an old woman, draped in shawls and adorned with clinking trinkets. Her eyes glittered with an unsettling intensity as she fixed her gaze on the two friends. "You just have to hold him tight, then we'll circumcise him and I'll make a silver ring out of his foreskin," the old woman mused, her eyes glinting with whimsical certainty. "All you have to do is put this ring on your penis and Lauritz will visually adapt to your taste as long as you wear the ring." Samuel gasped, his mind reeling from the outlandish suggestion. But to his surprise, Lauritz entertained the idea, his eyes gleaming with curiosity. "We'll do that, Samuel," Lauritz proclaimed, casting a challenging grin. "After all, you wanted me to do something inconspicuous. What's more inconspicuous than a circumcision?" Despite Samuel's vehement protests, Lauritz remained resolute, and before long, the old woman performed the peculiar ritual, and to their astonishment, the excised foreskin transformed into a shimmering silver ring, which she bestowed upon Lauritz.

Back on the sailboat, Lauritz couldn't contain his mischievous glee as he gazed at the ring. "Now, it's your turn, Samuel. Put the ring over your... You-know-what," he demanded with a sly smirk. Reluctantly, Samuel acquiesced, only to find that, to his bewilderment, nothing seemed to happen.

As the mahogany sailboat gently cut through the azure waves, Samuel and Lauritz lounged on the deck, basking in the warm embrace of the sun. The sea stretched out around them, a shimmering expanse as far as the eye could see, carrying them toward the next port of their Baltic odyssey, the enchanting city of Tallinn. Lauritz sprawled out on the deck, his eyes half-lidded and gazing at the sprawling cityscape of Tallinn ahead, the gentle sea breeze ruffling his hair. Lauritz raised a hand to his shock of green mohawk, only to find something unexpected. Instead of the vibrant strands he had known for years, his fingertips grazed a neat, blonde faded cut with shaved sides.

He let out a surprised chuckle, turning to Samuel with an air of amusement. "Samuel, can you believe it? The old woman's prediction must have come true!" Lauritz proclaimed, a glimmer of excitement in his eyes. "This silver ring has really worked its magic. Look at this hair!" Samuel's eyes widened, examining Lauritz's transformed hairstyle with disbelief. "But I saw your green hair this morning. You must have cut it just to fool me," Samuel elucidated, struggling to reconcile the inexplicable transformation before his eyes.

Their banter was interrupted by the sight of Tallinn's spires unfolding on the horizon, a tapestry of architectural marvels rising from the coastline. The allure of the city's winding streets beckoned them, and they eagerly embraced the promise of new adventures. In the heart of Tallinn, the cobblestone streets echoed with the lilt of their footsteps as they wandered through the centuries-old alleys adorned with vibrant blooms. They eventually settled into a quaint street café, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee mingling with the gentle breeze. Lauritz, donning a sailing jacket, leaned back against his chair, relishing the warmth of the sun's embrace. With a casual air, he began unbuttoning his jacket, revealing the absence of his usual body hair, a curious discovery that piqued Samuel's interest.

"Lauritz, your... your hair! It's gone," Samuel exclaimed, his eyes widening in incredulity. Lauritz chuckled, his voice laced with a roguish charm. "The magic strikes again, my friend. Behold the power of belief and a touch of enchantment." Samuel watched in awe as the revelation unfolded before him, unable to completely dismiss the inexplicable occurrences that seemed to dance around Lauritz like a whimsical symphony. "You must've shaved this morning to jest with me," Samuel suggested, his tone tinged with skepticism. "This can't be real." "Ah, always the skeptic," Lauritz teased. "But I assure you, this is the handiwork of the ring. It's brought a dash of transformation to my life, hasn't it?"

As the sun dipped beneath the horizon, casting hues of amethyst across the sky, they sailed toward Stockholm. The promise of new adventures and unexpected marvels beckoned them as they set sail toward the Swedish capital. The following morning, Lauritz awoke to the gentle lull of the ship, the rays of the rising sun casting a golden glow upon the skyline.

As he prepared for the day's exploration, his reflection in the mirror above the sink evoked a bout of bewilderment. His eccentric punk ensemble had been replaced by an impeccably tailored ensemble—an unbuttoned shirt and sleek olive-colored pants that exuded an air of refinement and sophistication.

"What in the world?" Lauritz muttered, his eyes widening in sheer disbelief. "Samuel, you won't believe this!" Samuel emerged from the cabin, his eyes immediately falling upon Lauritz's stupefying transformation.

"Samuel, it's happened again! This silver ring is truly astounding," Lauritz exclaimed, his spirit alight with unadulterated glee. "Look at these clothes! I didn't expect the magic to work on my outfit too!" Samuel's incredulity was palpable as he regarded the sight before him. "Lauritz, you must have changed into this outfit while I wasn't looking," Samuel reasoned, his tone laced with skepticism. "It's impossible for a ring to cause all this. Whatsoever, I still think it’s good that you dressed more refined today. After all, we want to have breakfast today at the Grand Hotel, where the Nobel Peace Prizes are usually awarded.”

The mahogany sailboat bobbed gently as it sliced ​​through Stockholm's sun-kissed archipelago en route to Visby on Gotland. Samuel manned the helm, while Lauritz was standing at the bow, his gaze trailing horizon. Suddenly Lauritz went through another unexpected transformation. Lauritz's black jeans and baggy T-shirt shifted seamlessly into a wide-open shirt and tight red shorts, his physique now exuding an athleticism that caught Samuel off guard.

Samuel's breath caught in his throat, his eyes widening in disbelief as he beheld the improbable evolution unfurling before him. "Lauritz, what... what in the world is happening? This—this isn't right," Samuel stammered, his voice trembling with an amalgamation of astonishment and concern. "I... I need to put a stop to this. I need to get rid of that ring." Lauritz, amusement dancing in his gaze, placed a supportive hand on Samuel's shoulder. "Come on, Samuel, don't be so quick to stifle the mystery. Embrace the uncertainty," he encouraged, a playful glint in his eyes. "Let's see what more this whimsical journey has in store for us."

As the sailboat glided toward the shores of Gotland, the island exuded an alluring mystique, its ancient ruins and labyrinthine streets promising an adventure both whimsical and enigmatic. Their footsteps echoed through the quaint streets of Visby, framed by structures that stood as timeless testaments to ancient grandeur. The island cast its spell upon them, ensnaring their senses with the echoes of bygone eras and the whimsy of forgotten legends. As they ambled through the cobbled pathways, Lauritz noticed a peculiar shift in the way the islanders regarded him. Warm smiles and nods of acknowledgment replaced the guarded glances that typically followed his punk façade.

"Lauritz, did you notice that?" Samuel inquired, his tone laced with a tinge of wonder. Lauritz nodded, a spark of amazement gleaming in his gaze. "It seems the residents of Visby have taken a shining to me, haven't they? The magic of the ring... it's a wonder indeed." The day waned into a resplendent evening, the sun casting its golden embrace upon the island as a symphony of stars unfurled across the heavens. Samuel and Lauritz reveled in the evening's enchanting tapestry, their thoughts drifting toward the next leg of their Baltic odyssey

The melding of disbelief and marvel lingered in the air, enveloping them in a veil of intrigue, as they embarked on their final leg of the journey toward Copenhagen. Clad in polished tuxedos, they reveled in opulent indulgence. Since Samuel had studied in Copenhagen, he knew how to gain access to the most exclusive establishments with a practiced ease.

Amidst the effervescent allure of the Danish capital, the two friends embraced the revelry of their adventure indulging in the opulence that enveloped them. Their boisterous laughter and animated conversations resounded through the hallowed halls of the city's elite establishments, the allure of upscale soirées and lavish gatherings capturing their spirits in a whirlwind of decadence. "Ah, Copenhagen has a certain allure, doesn't it?" Samuel remarked, a smirk playing on his lips as they strolled through the city's resplendent evening. Lauritz nodded, the vibrant tapestry of revelry and sophistication intoxicating his senses. "It seems your world has its own brand of enchantment, Samuel. I can't deny its appeal."

Samuel watched with an inexplicable mix of astonishment and fascination as the vivacious Lauritz seamlessly embraced the lavish lifestyle that had once appeared incompatible with his punk ethos.

The morning of their departure from Copenhagen arrived, and the sailboat set sail once more, carrying them toward Helsingborg where Samuel will marry Lauritz’ sister. As the sailboat rocked gently over the calm water, Samuel brought up the topic that had been bothering him. “Lauritz, I think it’s time to take the ring off. After all, your sister expects you to look like a punk – even though I prefer your current, charming look,” Samuel announced with solemn weight in his words. Venturing into the cabin, Samuel endeavored to remove the ring, only to be met with an unforeseen predicament.

His fervent words reverberated with unrestrained urgency, "Lauritz, I can't... It won't... It's... I can't remove it! Lauritz, I can't seem to get it off," he called out in distress, his voice wrought with urgency.  "It's stuck, and I don't know what to do." Lauritz sprang into action, his touch eliciting a peculiar sensation in Samuel, who found himself thrown off balance by an unexpected surge of arousal - Samuel sported a boner. Before their bewildered eyes, Lauritz's demeanor underwent a subtle shift, his gaze now infused with an alluring allure that took Samuel by surprise. As the unexpected surge of desire enveloped them, Lauritz dropped his shorts, parting his legs with a provocative air.

"Take this opportunity, Samuel. Let's embrace the unexpected," Lauritz uttered with a newfound confidence, the air thick with unspoken desires that coursed between them. Samuel was drawn by the sight and couldn't resist and took the opportunity to penetrate Lauritz.   After they made love Lauritz turned to Samuel, a solemn glimmer in his eyes, and whispered, "Samuel, I... I want to stay like this. I don’t want to become a sleazy punker again." Samuel’s breath caught in his throat, his gaze locked with Lauritz's. "What are you saying, Lauritz?" In an unexpected twist of fate, the ring tightened around Samuel's cock, seamlessly merging with his flesh. As the transformation took hold, a sense of undeniable euphoria washed over him. Gazing at Lauritz, a knowing smile curled Samuel's lips. "Tomorrow, I will marry my dream girl. And as her dowry, I received her brother to have fun with. I couldn't be happier." Lauritz chuckled and teased, "I guess even a trip to Las Vegas couldn't have been wilder. Seems like your gay sailing trip turned us both bi.”

The following day, as Samuel stood at the altar, he exchanged vows with his beloved, the echoes of a union hitherto unforeseen threading through the tender fabric of his heart.

And in Lauritz, he found a cherished confidant—a companion bound by the threads of an unexpected journey that would endure far beyond the veil of tradition. As the evening unfurled in all its opulent splendor, Samuel orchestrated a future endowed with an unforeseen serenity. With unwavering determination, he ensured that Lauritz was granted a place at an elite university and provided the resources necessary to flourish—a life enraptured by boundless opportunity.

In the wake of unforeseen revelations, Lauritz embraced the life of a typical, self-assured scion, reveling in the embrace of newfound passions and embarking on an uncharted journey tinged with the allure of possibility.

[bananadrinkxxx]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐬𝐲𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐞𝐲𝐞 (1)

[Aemond Targaryen x female Lucerys Velaryon • fem! oc!reader]

[warnings: sex content, fights, harassment, angst, smut, domination, violence, targcest (uncle/niece)]

Only for 18+

[description: Boarding School - Modern Setting. Lucerya avoided her uncle for years but Aemond remembers and he is on his mission to make her life a living hell.]

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Aemond Targaryen was a fucking psychopath.

An absolute, without any restrictions, full-time psychopath. A psychopath without a good fibre in him. 

She couldn't believe her mother was doing this to her.

Didn't she feel any love for her only daughter? Not a little bit.

Hadn't it occurred to her for a second, just a second, that it might be dangerous to let her sixteen-year-old daughter with her eighteen-year-old uncle to boarding school in the middle of nowhere?

Normally maybe not a big problem, but if you consider that she had removed an eyelet from her uncle's eye socket in her youthful carelessness, the whole thing might not be so safe anymore.

"You are dramatic," her brother Jace had replied, rolling his eyes. "I'm sure he'll have forgotten it long time ago."

Sure, because you forget the loss of an eye just like that.

Did he think she was an idiot or was he the idiot?

She was dead. She was as good as dead.

Her body would be found in some container, in a sack, in a dustbin, or in a grave that Aemond Targaryen would dig especially for her and a headstone which said, "Here lies Lucerya Targaryen, that girl who once had two eyes", because she was quite sure that her uncle would remove her eyes before he would murder her.

"Maybe I should post an Instagram Story," Lucy mused aloud. "According to the motto, she warned us all and nobody believed her. Then my story of pain will be aired on Netflix and Mum could buy her own island with Uncle Daemon."  

"Or you could buy some tranquilizers," Jace suggested. 

"Aegon is the much bigger problem," Jace started. "Balea informed me that he is stupid and has to repeat the year and now I have the fabulous honor of being in the same class as not only with Aemond but him as well. Sister, that's a problem."  

Yeah of course, a murderous uncle who was after your life wasn't a real problem.

Lucy didn't really feel sorry. Jace was a boy and, if she was to believe his unqualified statements, he was popular. He had a lot of friends and Aegon wasn't known for being very brave.  

She, on the other hand, was new at this school, weak as fast because life made her an girl and she didn't know a living soul in this goddamn dump.

And like she said, Aemond Targaryen was a psychopath.

King's Landing. What idiot gave a school such a name?

“Do you really think he is still angry about it? It happened a long time ago,” Rhaena asked.

“Wouldn’t you still be angry about it?” Balea asked back and Rhaena made a face. Of course she would be angry. Every normal thinking person would be angry, and Lucy couldn't even blame him. It was an eye, after all.

She regretted what she had done it, but it happened and there was nothing she could have done to undo it.

Aemond Targaryen had lost an eye and it was her fault.

After their headmaster, Corlys Velaryon, who was also her paternal grandfather, made some boring speech to the whole school, dinner was served in the great hall.

The school was housed in an old castle and while Lucerya found the name of the school more than silly, she had to admit that she liked the accommodation.

She had been looking for Aemond, but it was only her uncle Aegon who had let his gaze wander over her body and winked at her.

Disgusted, she had turned around and after dinner she had been taken to her room with her cousins (and recently stepsisters too, she didn't want to talk about how that had happened).

The girls lived separately from the boys and at some point this boarding school reminded her of Hogwarts. There were common rooms, shared showers, shared rooms and she had to share her room with three other girls. This school probably didn't think much of privacy.

"I'm going to take a shower," Lucy informed her cousins and Helaena. Helaena was her aunt, a pure but weird soul.

Probably the only reason why she was happy to have to go to this school.

Baela and Rhaena played with their phones while Helaena looked up from her book and smiled at her.

"Beware the beasts beneath the boards."

OK, thank you.  

Lucy grabbed some new clothes, towels, shampoo and wearily made her way to the shared showers.

It was already a little after nine and bedtime was at half past nine, so she had to hurry.

She felt like she had to run half a marathon before she got to the showers.

The warm water was a real blessing on her skin and for a brief moment she forgot where she was.

She closed her eyes, relaxed and enjoyed the warm patter of the water on her body.

She turned off the water to soap up and sniffed her shower gel, which smelled of lemon cake.

"Oh my god, right there, oh fuck."

Lucy stopped in shock.

That was a joke.  

That had to be a fucking joke.

"Harder," the girl's voice said while making sounds Lucy only knew from some porn videos.

Not that she's ever seen any. She was a good girl.  

There were only two options for Lucy now.

Either she continued to shower and pretend nothing happened, or she would walk out of her shower and tell these two depraved souls that this was no place for their sins.  

Or she would stick to the third option, pretending not to exist and waiting for the two strangers to piss off after having the enlightenment that this place was hardly a suitable place for their physical needs.

"You're so tight," a male voice moaned and Lucy's brow furrowed. She knew that voice from somewhere.

While the girl was screaming so loud that Lucy was pretty sure half the school had found out about therr sexual act in the WOMEN'S SHOWER, Lucy stood in her shower cubicle with shampoo in her hair and freezing, wishing that she could disappear from this world.

After what felt like an hour of waiting for the two to finally finish, her wish finally came true and the girl climaxed with loud moans.

She heard a few more skin slaps until the boy finally came too. At least he had stamina, she had to give him that.

"No one has ever satisfied me like that," the girl informed him, giggling. Oh my god.

She heard it rustling and after the noise of few kisses, the door was opened and silence fell in the room.

Lucy let out a relieved breath.

The whole time she had tried to breathe as quietly as possible, which wasn't easy at all.

No one would believe her, not even she herself believed what had just happened to her.

Dissolved, she turned around and was about to turn the water back on when suddenly her shower stall was ripped open.

Screaming, she turned around and stared stunned into the face of Aemond Targaryen, who let his eye travel over her naked body.

His silvery blonde hair was loose and he was wearing a black shirt and black sweatpants.

It wasn't fair that he was wearing so much and she was wearing so little. Which meant literally nothing.

"Lucerya," Aemond breathed softly.

Lucy tried to cover her body with her hands as best she could.

"Hello Aemond, what's up?," what the fuck, "I was just showering right, so could you-"

"Were you listening?" He wasn't serious, right?  

"No? I took a shower and-"

wtf, was that him?  

She had just listened to her uncle having sex?

"I got here first. You came and-"

"Hmm, I really came," Aemond interrupted, and she wanted to kill herself. Just kill herself. Well, maybe her uncle would do that for her.  

"Long time no see," Aemond said, letting his gaze travel over her body again.

"The last time I saw you you were six years old playing with kitchen knives."

"Ah, right, good of you to bring up the subject," Lucy interjected.

Change the topic, change it. She wanted to get out of here as soon as possible.

He raised a eyebrow.

 "I wanted to apologize for this unfortunate accident."

Aemond frowned and raised both eyebrows. An eye patch covered his shattered eye and a scar ran across the left side of his face.

Kind of sexy. If he wouldn't be her uncle and if it wouldn't have been her who caused his injury.

A smile developed on his lips before he walked towards her. Needless to say, it was not a very trustworthy smile. It was that serial killer smile before they took their victims apart.

She totally felt safe here.

Startled, Lucy took a few steps back and was pinned against the cold shower wall by Aemond.

He pressed his body against hers and grabbed her chin with his hand. He gently pressed her cheeks together, making her mouth part slightly.  

"Unfortunate accident?" he repeated her words.

When he said it like that, it sounded totally stupid.  

"You broke Jace's nose and you didn't stop," Lucy justified herself. Her wet brown hair hung in curls over her face. "I had to do something. You said you will kill him."

"You mean you took my eye for giving your brother some good deserving slaps?"

He was ironic. That never boded well for psychopaths. 

"Look, I guess we see things a little differently but I'm sorry, okay?"

Aemond stared at her for a moment before starting to laugh.

"You're sorry? You took my eye and after more than ten years the only thing you say to me is that you're fucking sorry?"  

"Okay, wait, yes, it-" Aemond squeezed her cheeks tighter.

"You're not sorry, niece. You liked the feeling of superiority, and do you want me to confess something?"

D rather not.  

The fingers of his other hand slid over her face, down her neck, down her arm, the base of her breasts.

His hand was just everywhere and nowhere. 

"I like it too. I could do anything to you now, sweet little niece and you wouldn't be able to fight back. I could do whatever I want and there's nothing you could do about it. You would be completely at my mercy."  

Lucy's heart was pounding violently against her chest.

A tingling developed between her legs. What the hell?

She was sick. She couldn't believe his words aroused her. Not Aemond was the psychopath (ok, he still was) but her.

"How lucky for you that all I want is your pretty eye, niece," he whispered and his hot breath hit her lips.

With these words he released her and turned around.  

He left her naked, wet and aroused.  

Lucy was lost.

Lucy had no idea how to process last night's experience with Aemond.

He had left her in the shower in complete disarray and hadn't even looked at her this morning.

He had played with her and she had let herself be played with.

And as expected, he wanted her eye.

She would call her mother and make it clear to her that if she didn't rescue her from this hell, she would soon have no daughter.

"Next Monday we have our first school trip. As we want to welcome the new students to our school, the students who have been to this school for years will show the new students around," Mrs. Velaryon, the headmaster's wife and Lucy's grandmother looked down the rows.

She had brought several generations together.

"The new students, after I call their names, please step forward and pull a name from this bowl," she pointed to a glass bowl with white slips of paper, "and read their partner's name loud and clear. Each student has then been assigned a student who'll take care of them for the next few weeks."

What a cute idea.  

Lucy wanted to throw up. She turned to Jacaerys, who winked at her. He knew his grandmother would do that shit.

If she was lucky, she would get her brother or cousins.

When her name was called, Lucy walked forward and gave her grandmother a wry smile.

She reached into the bowl and prayed to the gods that she would pull anyone but the one whose touch could still be felt on her skin.

Lucy opened the note and wanted to kill herself.

Surprising how many times she wanted to kill herself that week.

That had to be a joke. It could only be a joke.  

She stared at the note in disbelief.  

"Who did you get, Lucerya?" her grandmother asked.

Lucy looked up in shock at Aemond Targaryen, who gave her a satisfied smile. Apparently he was already imagining a hundred types of torture in which he could torment her undisturbed. 

Killing seemed the only option now.

Self-harm was no solution but sometimes when it was about Aemond Targaryen and his lost eye, maybe it was.

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we could be more | dean winchester | 1

Summary: Ivonne Rainer was practically a trained killing machine. Stripped to the bone then built back up by her father in order to become one of the best, like he was. She was forced into hunting when she was nineteen, having developed powers that couldn’t be explained. That is, until she was paid a visit by Azazel’s lackey. Her powers were gone, she needed help, and that’s when she found her father’s journal. Pointing to Sam and Dean Winchester.

SERIES MASTERLIST

IN MY TIME OF DYING

NOW PLAYING: TRAIN WRECK - JAMES ARTHUR

“How did you get this?” The dad asked me, looking frantically between my arm and my face. 

“Calm down.” Sam turned to me, his expression soft. “What’s your name?” 

“Ivonne Rainer.” I answered quickly. 

“Come with me.” We left, walking to a private room. “Where are you from?” He asked, gently taking my arm and inspecting it.

“A lot of places.” I chuckled, then he looked up. 

“This rune is used to bind a witch’s powers to her.” He muttered. “You’re a witch?”

”Sadly.” I quipped, then grimaced. “Not anymore.” 

“Why were your powers taken away?”

”I’ve been using my abilities to undo the Devil’s work.” I explained. “Witches mostly use their powers to encourage it. He sent a servant after me to stop me from doing it forever, and now I don’t know what reverses it.”

”This kind of rune?” Sam raised an eyebrow. “Either the death of the demon who cast it or a ‘droplet of love”.” 

“The hell is that?” I scoffed. 

“I don’t know.” 

“I’d say I have better chances of killing the demon.” 

“Probably.” Sam smiled cynically. “A drop of love sounds hard to find. Ivonne, I think that if the Devil restricted you, he won’t hesitate to end your work entirely. Stay with me and Dean, when he wakes up. We’ll protect you.” 

“I can protect myself.” 

“At least help with it.” Sam let go of my arm, folding them. “C’mon, Ivonne.” 

I sighed. “Fine. But once I get my powers back, I’m gone.” 

“Yes, ma’am.” We shook on it, and we both went back into the ward. I looked at his brother in the bed, sighing. 

“That your brother?” I asked, nodding to him.

”Yeah.” Sam smiled wistfully. “He’s-“

”Dean.” I grinned. “I located you two based on CCTV footage, a bit of voodoo and some hacking into federal databases.” 

“That’s impressive and scary.”

“Thank you.” I smiled. 

“Dean would like you a lot.” Sam smiled. “You seem a lot like him.” 

“Don’t opposites attract?” 

“Dean works weird, I’m afraid-“ At that moment, Dean’s heart stopped, and we stared at him in shock before I ran to the door. 

“DOCTOR!” I yelled, and a doctor ran in, spotting the flatline and immediately calling his team, trying whatever they could to bring Dean back. Sam involuntarily gripped my hand, and I let him, stroking his back while he held back tears. I had no connection to Dean, and I didn’t have my powers, but I could feel Sam’s pain. 

I knew how it felt. 

Out of nowhere, Dean’s heart started beating again, making me wonder something. I turned to Sam, thinking. “You know, there’s a chance that Dean’s here.” 

“He is here.” 

“I mean in spirit.” I laughed. “That means that there’s one way to communicate with him.” I reached into my bag, pulling out an Ouija board. 

“There’s no way you could fit that in your bag.” Sam raised an eyebrow. 

“You can take a witch’s powers away, but undoing her charms after that are difficult. I made my bag have infinite storage, so I think I’ve got a gun case in here.” I peered in, “Yep, it’s there.” I set up the Ouija board, chanting under my breath. Then Sam and I put our fingers on the eyelet. 

“Dean, are you in the room?” I asked, and the eyelet moved, spelling yes. I turned to Sam, breathing out. “You need to check if it’s him. It may be a wandering spirit, so ask him a question only you’d know.” 

“What was the score on my LSAT?” Sam asked, and it spelled out 174. 

“That’s impressive.” I grinned, turning to him. “I got 178.” 

“Even more impressive.” Sam replied, then laughed in relief. “It's good to hear from you, man. It hasn't been the same without you, Dean.”

“Dean, what are you doing?” I asked, and something was spelled out. H…U…N…T. “Is there something chasing you?” 

YES.

”What is it?” 

REAP.

”A reaper.” Sam deduced. “It tried to kill him. He’s… um…” 

“Screwed.” I breathed. 

“No. No, no, no.” He started pacing. “There has to be a way. Dad’s know what to do.” 

“You mean the guy who left a while ago? We can try.” We went over to his hospital bed, but it was empty. 

“Dad.” Sam whispered, running a hand through his hair. He turned to me, stammering. “We need his journal.” 

We sat down on a chair beside Dean’s bed, flicking through the book. “There doesn’t seem to be anything on reapers.” 

“Your dad didn’t do his homework.” I sighed. 

“Tell me about it.” Sam turned to me. “D’you have any dad problems?” 

“He was always out and about. I never saw him, my mother was cheating on him almost every day, and my brother…” I shook my head. “At least you and your brother seem close.” 

“We weren’t for a while.” Sam shrugged. “Now we are.” 

“That’s good. I’d give anything to contact my brother again.” I smiled sadly. “Now I don’t know where he is.” 

“That’s rough.” He patted my shoulder. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s ok.” I flipped through the book again. “Yep, nothing. I have a book somewhere in my bag on common spirits. Reapers are one of them, because there’s at least one in every hospital or morgue.” I dug my arm elbow-deep into my bag, yanking out The Devil’s Encyclopaedia. “Here. Reapers are the lowest of the low. They alter human perception to make them see what they want to…” I stopped, feeling a coldness in the room return to warmth. “I think Dean was just here again. And if he’s hunting a reaper…” 

“He knows.” Sam continued. “But we can’t help him.” 

“We can protect him.” I pulled out a bag of salt, lining the edge of the room. I took out a vial of holy water, but then Sam stopped me. 

“What are you doing?” 

“What do you think I’m doing?” 

“You’ve been a great help, Ivy, but Dean and I’s experience with witches hasn’t ended well.” 

“Gee, Sam, I would risk my own survival to curse your brother. C’mon, let me do my thing.” I laughed, drawing a cross on Dean’s forehead then tapping it, and it glowed white before disappearing. I did the same above the doorframe, standing on a chair. I then hopped down, storing the protection materials. “There.” 

“You’re a lifesaver, Ivonne.” Sam quickly hugged me, looking relieved. “I mean it.” 

“It’s the least I can do in return for your protection.” I smiled. “I mean it.” A choking sound appeared from beside us, and we found Dean choking on the tube in his throat, awake, making Sam call for help. The doctors removed it, and examined Dean, coming back to us. 

“Are you the girlfriend of the patient’s brother?” The doctor asked me since Sam had taken a moment. 

“No, sadly.” I coughed, then beckoned Sam over. “What’s the news?” 

“I think the patient should hear it himself.” We went into the room. “I can't explain it. The edema's vanished. The internal contusions are healed. Your vitals are good. You have some kind of angel watching over you.” 

“Thanks, doc.” Dean nodded, giving the doctor the cue to leave. “So you said a Reaper was after me?” 

“Yeah.” Sam nodded. 

“How'd I ditch it?” 

Sam chuckled. “You got me.” Dean was blank. “You really don’t remember anything?” 

“No. Except this pit in my stomach. Sam, something's wrong.” Dean replied. 

“It could be worse if it wasn’t for her.” I looked up from where I was awkwardly shuffling in the back of the room. 

“Uh, hi.” I chuckled, raising a hand. 

“Who are you?” Dean asked bluntly. 

“My name’s Ivonne. I was born in Jersey, but then moved around a lot once I left home.” I introduced, folding my arms. 

“How old are you?”

“26.” Dean wiggled his eyebrows at Sam, who gave him a look. 

“She’s here cause she needs protecting, Dean.” Sam groaned. 

“She seems perfectly capable of handling herself.” Dean countered. “She seems like a strong, beautiful lady to me.” 

“Because the Devil took her powers away. She was a witch.” Sam explained. “And if the Devil took away her powers, she’s most likely on his hit list. Strength in numbers, right?” 

I looked between the two nervously. “I-I can leave-“ 

“I wouldn’t want you to leave.” Dean grinned, looking me up and down. “Not. At. All.”

“You need to keep it in your jeans.” Sam chastised. 

“I am!” 

A knock sounded at the door. “How you feeling, dude?” The dad, who I found was called John, asked. 

“Fine, I guess. I'm alive.” Dean replied. 

“That's what matters.”

“Where were you last night?” Sam confronted, mad. 

“I had some things to take care of.” John deflected. 

���Well, that’s specific.” 

“C’mon, Sam.” Dean sighed. 

“He has a right to ask.” I cut in. “Your journal gave me the sense that you know how to hunt. Why weren’t you there for your sons?” 

John looked taken aback. “I-“ 

“Did you go after the demon?” Sam frowned. 

“No.” 

“Why don’t I believe you right now?” 

“Can we not fight? You know, half the time we're fighting, I don't know what we're fighting about. We're just butting heads. Sammy, I, I've made some mistakes. But I've always done the best I could. I just don't want to fight anymore, okay?” 

“Dad, are you all right?” Sam looked concerned. 

“Yeah. Yeah, I'm just a little tired.” John nodded. “Hey, son, would you, uh, would you mind getting me a cup of caffeine?”

”Sure.” Sam left, leaving John looking sad. 

“What is it?” Dean asked. 

“You know, when you were a kid, I'd come home from a hunt, and after what I'd seen, I'd be, I'd be wrecked. And you, you'd come up to me and you, you'd put your hand on my shoulder and you'd look me in the eye and you'd... You'd say ‘It's okay, Dad’.” He paused. “I’m sorry.” 

“What?” 

“You shouldn't have had to say that to me, I should have been saying that to you. You know, I put, I put too much on your shoulders, I made you grow up too fast. You took care of Sammy, you took care of me. You did that, and you didn't complain, not once. I just want you to know that I am so proud of you.” 

“Is that you talking?” 

“Yeah. Yeah, it's really me.” 

“Why are you saying this stuff?” 

“I want you to watch out for Sammy, okay?” I watched the interaction, feeling awkward. 

“Yeah, dad, you know I will.” Dean frowned. “You're scaring me.” 

“Don’t be scared, Dean.” John whispered something else in his ear, making Dean gape as John left. I walked after him, determined to find something out, but then lost me. Sam came back from getting coffee, and quickly glanced into a room, but then something made him double take and drop the cup, running to the door. 

“HELP!” He screamed, and Dean came running in his hospital gown. John was on the floor, seemingly lifeless. The doctors swarmed the body, and Dean and Sam were trying to get through, but nurses held them back. 

“But that’s our father!” Dean protested, but stepped back anyway. After a while of CPR, a doctor stood it up. 

“I’ll call it. Time of death- 10:41am.”

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Ushy gushy pussy Dream, so loose and slick. Hob gives him a dildo or ben wa balls to plug him up, and Dream tries, but he just can't hold it all day. Hob decides he needs something bigger, heavier. Every time the toy slips out, Hob just tuts and goes for the next size up.

Poor Dream is exhausted. He just can't clench tight enough or long enough to keep the toys in. But Hob know it's not safe to let Dream wander around so open. So Dream suggests an alternative, and Hob is definitely on board.

Several piercings later, and Hob is lacing his darling Dream's pussy closed. Or maybe chains, with a lock. Such a treasure needs to be kept safe, after all. And if he inserts the ben wa balls before locking Dream up for the day, well, maybe needing to keep the weight from pressing on the chains and tugging the delicate piercings will be the motivation Dream needs.

Ajsjdhdhdh BITING THIS. ngl Dream is going to have the most incredible pelvic floor by the end of it.

I love that Dream is the one who suggests that he ought to be laced up. He knows that he can't walk around with his cunt sloppy and sticky and open all day. And Hob has tried so hard to help him out, but obviously they need to take it up a level.

Before he knows it his lush, pink labia are studded with eyelets, and Hob is carefully lacing his sloppy cunt shut. He tells Dream how good he is the whole time, and promises to unlace him later. He can't wait to see how much fluid will gush out of his sweetheart's cunt by the end of the day.

If anything Dream is just more wet and horny now he's walking around with his pussy sewn shut. He blushes and stutters, and of course nobody knows why. But Dream still feels so dirty. Still, it's better than having his cum soaking through his clothes and dripping onto the floor in public <3 gotta keep the ushy gushiness safely locked away for Hob to appreciate later.

[fatvampcat]

Alice and Bella go Shopping <3

Most of the time dating Alice Cullen was a dream come true, her life felt more fantasy than reality since the tiny vampire’s arrival, but sometimes the terrifying reality of the situation Bella had gotten herself into would make itself salient. Vampirism wasn’t the problem. Bella already planned to join the Cullen family after her graduation in 3 months, she was only waiting for Charlies sake. Nor was she bothered that Alice was a thousand times more bubbly and extraverted than Bella would ever be, this was a plus since Bella was never left trying to fill awkward gaps in conversation. Bella never would have imagined that the real horror of dating a vampire would be that vampire’s obsession with shopping and irreverent spending.

Alice was obsessed with clothes while Bella had literally worn an old green work shirt to her first day at Forks High last year. Following future trends and keeping the Cullen family one step ahead of the latest styles coming out of New York and Paris was a key point of Alice’s artistic expression. While Bella always admired Alice’s adorable yet somehow elegant style and the way it enhanced the vampires beauty she had stubbornly clung to her worn jeans, bulky sweaters and khaki skirts.

Today that was all changing. After a year of whining, begging, and pleading Alice had finally managed to convince Bella to let her restock her closet. Yesterday the two of them had spent all day holed up in Bella’s room sorting through her scanty closet. Alice would have just taken it all to good will but Bella fought her tooth and nail over every article of clothing. In the end Alice had only conceded 2 items for Bella to hold onto - her favourite white eyelet lace shirt and the blue blouse Bella had worn when Alice took her to the Cullen house for the first time.

It was nearly impossible for Bella to refuse Alice too long in anything, what with her lovely wide eyes, adorable hair and the endearing way she looked while pouting. If Alice’s pleading face didn’t get Bella to capitulate a soft kiss and roaming hands did the trick sure enough. As she thought of this Bella’s frown turned to a soft smile. Annoying though the pixie might be Bella had never loved anyone more. There was no one in the world quite like her Alice.

Once Bella’s hair was smooth, running down to her mid back in a chocolate waterfall, Bella grabbed her purse and bounded down the stairs. Alice and Charlie were playing a game of cribbage while they waited for Bella to make herself presentable. At the station Charlie was the reigning champion but he hadn’t managed to beat Alice once which baffled and annoyed him. To Alice’s delight Charlie found her company charming enough that he continued to play various card games with her, no one else indulged her anymore since she won every time. Charlie, unaware as he was, still had hope that one day he might win.

Alice played a two of hearts and marked three more points on the board for her run then turned to Bella with a dazzling smile.

“You ready to go now love?”

Bella could never get used to Alice’s beauty. She was unable to answer for a moment as she walked to her side and ran a hand through Alice’s choppy black hair.

“Uhm… we can wait until you two finish the game if you’d like?” Alice was just across the skunk line while Charlie trailed pitifully behind.

“No, no. Please take her away Bella,” Charlie groaned looking chagrinned, “I don’t think I can take much more of the beating I’m getting!”

“We can leave the game here, but only if Charlie agrees to count it as my win!” Alice declared with a sly grin in Bella’s direction.

“Anything to end the torture! There’s a game starting soon anyways.” Charlie agreed with a chuckle as he got up from his chair and lumbered into the kitchen to grab a beer.

Bella frowned after him. She’d hoped to buy herself at least a few more minutes before the shopping begun.

“Oh don’t worry love,” Alice chirped seeing Bella’s expression, “it’s going to be fun! Besides, I have a special present waiting to reward you so long as you cooperate.”

Alice winked and stretched onto her toes to give Bella a soft but teasing kiss before gently nibbling the taller girls lower lip. Bella’s fingers hooked in the belt loops of Alice’s jeans as she pulled her closer and so their foreheads were pressed together.

“Alice,” she whined. Bella kissed Alice’s cheek, her pointed nose, the sharp angle of her jaw. She was just about to connect their lips once more when Alice suddenly danced out of her grasp and adjusted Bella’s hold on her so now only their fingers were linked. Bella’s broken complaint was cut short by Charlie.

“Okay, you girls have fun in Seattle now. Alice, drive safe and Bella, don’t be too difficult, okay?”

“Yes Charlie!” They chorused, though Bella sounded significantly more disgruntled.

—

Then they were out the door and in Alice’s bright yellow Porsche. As they turned onto the highway Alice got a gleam in her eye and turned to Bella with a smile that made her regret not demanding they take her old rusted truck.

“Now then, the first part of any fun day is not spending all of it in the car sooooo,” Alice drew out the word as her grin grew wider, “you’re not going to get upset when I spend correct?”

Bella pressed her body against the seat and gripped the arm rests in panic as they began accelerating. She glanced over just to see the speed creep past 100mph. The trees were a hazy green blur alongside the road. Cars going the other direction flew by them like bullets.

“Wrong! Wronng! So wrong!” Bella chanted, her voice tight with fear. “Remember Alice we talked about this? I can’t walk away from a Volvo - or Porsche - pretzel.”

“Ye of little faith! We talked about this,” Alice took one hand from the wheel to tap Bella’s forehead, “Fortune teller, remember? I’d see an accident coming from at least a mile away. That’s plenty of time to change course.”

“Nope, still don’t like it.”

“Listen love, I’ll hold your hand the whole way and the sooner we get there the sooner shopping will be over.” Alice encouraged, prying Bella’s hand from the arm rest nearest her and lashing their fingers together.

“I think I’d prefer you kept two hands on the steering wheel.” Bella grumbled though she tightened her fingers around Alice’s deceptively dainty hand. At this point Bella didn’t know why she even bothered protesting, captivating as Alice was she would always get her way.

—

All in all the drive hadn’t been that bad. Bella focused on Alice’s face as Alice detailed the plans she had to create a cohesive look for Bella’s wardrobe, in an attempt to forget about how fast they were moving. Alice’s goal was for Bella’s entire closet to go with each other well enough that no matter what items of clothing Bella chose on any given day she would still look put together. This was referred to this as “Bella proofing” much to her chagrin.

Bella could just imagine all the Cullens laughing at her, next time she saw Emmett she was sure she’d never hear the end of it. At least she’d be strong enough to take his pride down a few pegs soon. Alice had told her she’d win every arm wrestle or fight for at least the first three months of her being a newborn. Bella couldn’t wait to take full advantage of that.

Though the contents of her wardrobe weren’t of much interest to Bella she adored watching Alice’s excitement grow as they approached the massive mall. Seeing someone Bella loved so clearly in her element was always heartwarming even when the subject of their interest was entirely foreign to Bella herself. She had to hold onto Alice’s hand as tightly as possible to keep her from bouncing away at inhuman speeds once they had parked. Bella briefly contemplated getting one of those backpack leashes people used to keep toddlers from running off which earned a scoff and eye roll from Alice when she had a vision of that suggestion being made.

“If anyone needs a leash it’s you, darling.” Alice said in her characteristic lilting way. “How else while I get you into the stores without a tantrum?” She batted her eyelashes at Bella with faux concern.

Bella smirked, “You can get a leash for me if you want Alice, but you already know I’d follow you anywhere.” Just saying the words had a warm blush blooming across Bella’s cheeks but the way Alice’s mouth popped open in surprise at her response was worth it. It wasn’t often that Bella could catch Alice off guard so she nearly always took the chance when she had it, even if it meant embarrassing herself.

“Well come on then,” Bella tugged the hand of a still stunned Alice, “you wanted to shop didn’t you?”

Mention of shopping broke Alice out of her surprised stillness. A dazzling grin appeared on her face before she gave Bella a kiss then she set off through the mall. Now it was Bella’s turn to be stunned but Alice was much stronger and easily towed her along towards her first target, Chanel.

“First things first, we’re getting rid of that horrible bag!” Alice pointed accusingly at the brown leather purse Bella had slung over her shoulder.

“Aw Alice, not the bag too.” Bella whined, but Alice was unwavering.

“The only reason I didn’t make you throw it out yesterday is because you needed something to carry your wallet in today. In approximately five minutes and fifteen seconds you will be the proud new owner of a quilted leather Chanel handbag and that…” Alice paused as if deliberating which word to use, “unfortunate bag of yours will no longer be necessary. Remember love, we can do this the easy way or the hard way but you already agreed so either way it is happening!”

She sounded maniacal, Bella thought to herself, but she gave up fussing about it. This would be a long day.

—

Four hours later the girls stopped for a break in the food court so Bella could have something to drink while Alice considered how best to tell Bella about the surprise she had planned to reward her for making it through a full day of shopping. There was only one store left on the list and though it was the most exciting Bella was more bashful then Alice so she had to be sure to bring it up in the correct way.

Bella sat across from Alice, caught in her own thoughts. Every item of Bella’s clothing, save the undergarments, was different than what she had walked into the mall wearing. As they shopped Alice had her switch from what she referred to as “sorely outdated” clothes into their most recent purchases. Alice had kept Bella in the nature themed palate she was already accustomed to but elevated the style in a way Bella hadn’t known possible. Browns and cremes were used as base colours with deep blue, olive green and forest green accents. Bella was rather surprised to find she loved everything Alice picked out for her.

As she got rid of the clothes she had come in and switched to wearing the perfectly fitting designer items she began to feel more confident and more like herself. It has shocked her to find out that at a couple stores Alice had even called to get items made specifically to Bella’s measurements for them to pick up. Bella realized she had no idea how much time her wonderful whirlwind of a girlfriend had spend considering each individual piece, though she was sure it must have been months for everything to work this well together.

“Hey Alice?” Bella asked, breaking into the other girls reverie.

“Yeah, love?” Alice beamed, already seeing what Bella was going to say.

“I just wanted to say thank you for all this.” Bella gestured towards the mountain of bags beside where they sat. “I know it must have taken a lot of time and consideration for you to plan everything this perfectly and, well, I’ve actually had fun with you today. Also, I know I wasn’t keen at first but I really do like the clothes you’ve picked out. It’s all so kind of you.”

Bella blushed, embarrassed to be saying her feelings out loud but it was well worth it to see Alice’s delight. She hopped up from her chair and walked around the table to sit in Bella’s lap and wrap her arms around the taller girls neck.

“Thank you for tolerating it,” she grinned up at Bella. “I saw that you’d like it but there was a possibility that you wouldn’t enjoy the new clothes until a week from now. It means a lot that you’d indulge me with this when I know it’s not your favourite way to spend a Saturday.”

“My favourite way to spend a Saturday is with you, what we’re doing doesn’t matter much. Though, I suppose some things are extra fun…” Bella blushed as she trailed off with a suggestive smile.

“Speaking of that, I still have to give you your surprise.”

“Speaking of ‘extra fun’ you mean?” Bella asked intrigued.

“Mhmm but it’s a surprise!”

“Aw really Alice?” Bella whined.

“Trust me, you’ll love it.” Alice emphasized the word love in a way that made Bella’s stomach tighten with anticipation.

“Alright let’s go then!”

Alice laughed as she let Bella scoot her off her lap. “My, my, isn’t someone eager now?” She teased causing Bella’s blush to deepen.

Despite her teasing Alice could smell Bella’s arousal which sent her hurrying to grab their bags just as quickly as her partner.

“Okay, follow me!” Alice chirped as she took off in what Bella realized was the opposite direction of their car.

“Um Alice, shouldn’t we be going the other way?” Bella hesitated, maybe she had misunderstood what Alice meant by extra fun.

“Trust me, I’ve already seen that you’ll love this.” Alice turned back to her with a smile so seductive Bella nearly melted right there. Then she danced off through the mall leaving Bella blushing and rushing to catch up.

—

Bella stomach was tight with anticipation as she followed Alice into an unmarked store. There was a single counter in the centre of what looked like a small waiting room. Behind it a tall woman with perfect black ringlets and an inviting smile glanced up from her computer.

“Hello, welcome to Sensations by Arielle Dejour. Did you have an appointment?” She asked in a remarkably alluring voice.

Bella blushed nervously, unsure how to answer and glanced at Alice.

“Yes, thank you. We have an appointment for a viewing under ‘Cullen’.” The smaller girl responded confidently.

It never failed to amaze Bella how Alice seemed at ease in every situation. Perhaps it had something to do with almost always knowing what was coming, or maybe it was the vampirism. Either way, Bella desperately hoped that once she was an immortal she too would be able to carry herself with Alice’s casual confidence. At least she wouldn’t be able to blush. As Bella mulled this over the receptionist had gotten the two girls checked in for the mystery appointment Alice had planned.

“Okay, everything is set. You will be in room three today, everything is waiting inside ready for you to try. If you need any assistance don’t hesitate to ask.” She talked while leading Alice and Bella down a hallway to a door marked with the number ‘3’ in gold paint. “At the back of the room you will find a small changing room then in the main area there are surrounding mirrors which provide a 360 degree view of each item. Enjoy your time.” She beamed while opening the door a sliver. Then without another word she clasped her hands, nodded, and headed off back to her desk.

“Uhm Alice?” Bella shot her a questioning stare once the receptionist was gone.

“Don’t worry my love!” Alice opened the door with a grin and flourish, “After you.”

After a moments hesitation Bella stepped into the room, setting her shopping bags down just inside the door. There was a sort of entry way with coat hooks and a mat for shoes. Confused but trusting Alice’s judgement, Bella unlaced her new combat boots and hung up the wool blazer Alice had put her in. The click of Alice locking the door sent a strange shiver of anticipation down Bella’s spine. After Alice had removed her own shoes and the cropped motorcycle jacket she had been wearing she took her girlfriend’s hand and led her forward so she could see the rest of the space.

It was a relatively small square room, empty save for a plush leather ottoman in the centre and full body mirrors which had been placed near the walls in a circle surrounding the ottoman. In the back left corner there was a little dressing room with a thick black curtain that could be pulled across for privacy. Bella gaped, understanding filling her the second she caught sight of the mirrors.

She had told Alice a few months ago that she had always fantasizing about having sex while she could see every angle of it unfolding in mirrors. But she had never dreamed Alice would aim to fulfill that fantasy in a setting like this, she had envisioned a few mirrors placed around the pixies bedroom in the Cullen house, not something as extravagant as the room they were in now. Besides, the setting felt so public - but maybe that wasn’t such a bad thing Bella conceded as she felt her arousal grow at what would be happening now.

”Well?” Alice asked as she wound her thin arms around Bella’s waist from behind and stood on her toes to nibble her ear. “What do you think?”

Bella turned in Alice’s embrace so the shorter girl could see the nervous anticipation of her expression as she shook her head, slightly dazed.

“I- I don’t… I don’t think, Alice. I…” She trailed off unable to find the words to express her desire.

Alice frowned slightly as if worried but before she could get the wrong idea Bella ducked her head to catch Alice’s mouth in a searing kiss, opting to show Alice what she thought of all this rather then trying to find the words. Alice gasped, tightening her arms around Bella until it was impossible to pull her closer as she pressed up on her toes to deepen the kiss.

For a moment Alice almost entirely forgot her mission, Bella’s scent was a thick haze in the air around her and it turned her usually iron will to jello. But then Bella pulled back slightly, needing to breathe, and Alice was able to refocus on the plan. She peppered a few kisses into the flushed curve of Bella’s neck and across her collar bones, trying to keep Bella open to experimentation while she calmed herself enough to speak.

”There’s one other part to your surprise,” Alice smiled suggestively.

”Oh?” Bella wondered aloud, “I’m not sure this could get any better. Though I am confused about how all this is legal and in a mall.” She gestured to the mirrored room around them.

“Well technically this is a store, love. Go into the dressing room in the back and you’ll see what I mean.” Alice shooed Bella towards the curtained corner.

Hesitating only slightly Bella pulled the velvet curtain aside to reveal a tiny dressing room with dozens of bra and panty sets hanging on the wall. Alice heard the gasp that escaped her and chimed in “They’re all in your side, specially made for you… or us that is.”

Bella could feel her cheeks turning pink and knew Alice would be able to taste the scent of her arousal in the air. Without another word she pulled the curtain closed behind her and began shedding her clothes as quickly as possible, for once eager to let Alice dress her up and do whatever she pleased. From this day forward Bella knew she would never turn down another shopping trip with Alice for as long as they lived.

[lilypadlys]

Would You Like To Repeat That?

Summary: You may have sassed a bit too close to the sun. Terzo reminds you who’s in charge.

Ship: Terzo/Reader

Word Count: 1,972

Rating: Explict

Tags: smut, gratuitous smut even, PWP, Dom/Sub, bondage, vibrators, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, creampie

A/N: Sibling is AFAB and cunt/clit is used for what their working with but no pronouns are specified.

AO3 Link or below the cut.

“Would you like to repeat that amore?” Terzo stares you down.

Oh fuck. You think. That sentence fills you with equal parts fear and arousal. Last time you heard it, you got railed into the mattress until even the ghouls were complaining about the noise. What could this time bring? They say curiosity killed the cat but oh well, it’d be a wonderful way to go. You smirk and gesture at the newly unveiled painting of Papa Emeritus III himself. “I said, the portrait doesn’t really seem accurate. They made you look a lot bigger.”

“Really now.” Your lover’s terse tone warns you to tread no further but you trample ahead with abandon.

“In more ways than one if you know what I mean.” You wink for emphasis. “Are you compensating for something or…?”

That does it. You barely have time to register the laughs of the surrounding siblings and ghouls at Terzo’s flush, equal parts fury and embarrassment, before he’s scooping you up and throwing you over his shoulder. He proceeds to stomp out of the room and haul you through the corridors of the abbey, your ass in the air for all to see. And your panties for that matter; you can feel your habit sliding up dangerously high.

You can’t see much, your face bumping against Terzo’s back. The snickers and giggles however, make you painfully aware of just how many people cross Terzo’s warpath.

You also can’t see where Terzo is taking you. You wouldn’t put it past him to boot you straight out the abbey entrance for embarrassing him like that. Fortunately, you hear the familiar click of the door to your shared quarters.

Once inside, he shucks you, none to gently, onto the bed. Then he shuts and locks the door. On the bed, you're already ripping your habit off in anticipation of the punishment he’s about to deal out. When he turns to see you in just your underwear, he snorts.

“Don’t stop there.” he prompts.

You also remove your bra and panties.

“Good girl.” He coos meanly. “Or you would be if you knew better than to mouth off.” He shakes his head and tsks. Then he waves a hand in a shooing motion. “Now lie back.”

Having gotten what you wanted, you comply without so much a snarky aside. You flop back and rest your head on the pillows. You can’t help but smile in anticipation. To your surprise, instead of unzipping his pants, Terzo walks away from the bed to rifle around in the closet.

You raise a brow.

Having found what he was looking for, he approaches you, items in hand. He’s holding a set of cuffs and a spreading bar.

Well this should be interesting.

Obediently, you hold your hands above your head. Terzo cuffs your wrists, hooking the short chain through an eyelet mounted on the head board for just this purpose. He does a tug test to ensure the lock is solid. There’s no need. You know from experience that even Terzo can’t break the cuffs if he wanted.

He moves to the foot of the bed to find your legs already spread wide. After locking your legs apart with the spreading bar, he admires his work. The telltale bulge in his pants lets you know exactly how he feels about it. However, rather than joining you on the bed, he surprises you again by returning to the closet. He stalls, seeming to be deliberating.

You feel a tiny hit of worry. What is he up to?

Finally he turns back to you, a hand held behind his back. “My my. What a naughty thing you’ve been, insulting your Papa like that. You think I'm not enough for you sì?”

You shake your head vigorously. “No Papa.”

“Ah and yet you deem my new portrait “inaccurate”.” He hmphs. “Well, being the gentleman that I am,” He puffs his chest dramatically and you roll your eyes. “I can’t leave you feeling unsatisfied.” He brings his hand out from behind his back and brandishes one of the many dildos in your shared collection. Your eyes widen as you recognize it from past escapades.

“No Papa!” You can’t help but whine, anticipation getting the better of you. “You're everything I need. You are the only one who can truly satisfy me.”

“Hmm. If only I can satisfy you then this shouldn’t phase you.”

He steps forward and removes his gloves. Placing the toy on the bed, he sets to working you open. With one hand he rubs your clit. With the other he eases one, then two, then three fingers into your cunt. The stimulation only adds to the slick that was already dripping out of you.

Finally, he licks his fingers clean, savoring the taste of your arousal, before lining the toy up with your cunt. With his free hand he grabs your chin. Forcing you to make eye contact, he slides it in.

You fight to keep your face neutral. You can tell he’s watching for the slightest crack in your expression. He slowly slides the silicon in and out several times. I can handle this. You think. Then he angles the toy just right and you can't stop your sharp inhale of surprise and pleasure.

Terzo just raises an eyebrow. “Are you quite well cara?”

“Just fine!” You squeak as he nails your g-spot again. He leaves the dildo inside you and backs up. Not trusting your voice, you ask what’s next with your eyes.

“Prove to me cara that you cannot cum without me.” Then Terzo casually sits at his desk and picks up a book.

What? Hold on. Is he actually reading?! The little shit!

Terzo indeed seemed to be engrossed in his book; acting convincingly as though everything was normal and you weren’t naked and bound on the bed, feet from him.

The bastard.

You take solace however, in knowing how impatient he can be. You aren’t a monolith of self discipline on the best of days, but compared to him, you have the patience of a saint. You know that he’ll get bored sooner or later. You know you can wait him out.

You shift slightly to get comfortable and immediately have to fight not to curse. The silicon is positioned perfectly so that even the slightest twitch of your pelvis rubs the tip across your g-spot.

Your movement catches Terzo’s eye. “Did I say you could move?”

“Sorry Papa.”

“Are you uncomfortable?”

“No Papa.”

“Hmm.” He pretends to ponder something. “Why don’t you rest your eyes. If you’re good and you behave, I’ll consider fucking you when you wake up.”

“Yes Papa.” You quickly close your eyes and settle your cheek into the pillow. You're surprised at how light you’ve gotten off so far. Normally Terzo played a lot rougher with you. Trying not to grind down on the toy inside you was annoying, but not impossible. This can’t be it, right?

You hear the creak of wood and Terzo shifts in his chair and stretches. You can tell his patience is indeed running low. You hear the shifting of fabric and he digs in his pocket and the clack of something being set on the table. You don’t need to open your eyes to guess at what it is.

To your coupled horror and delight, the toy inside you whirs to life. Fuck fuck fuck! You knew you had recognized the vibrator. The sudden stimulation causes you to flinch. You squeeze your eyes shut and will yourself to stay still. You can practically feel Terzo’s eyes boring into you, waiting for you to give in.

To both yours and Terzo’s surprise, you manage to maintain your facade of calm; your expression remaining neutral. You yawn and lick your lips sleepily even as you fight to keep from moaning. The intensity of the vibration increases. You clench your jaw and roll your neck and shoulders. Your thighs have begun to tremble ever so slightly. You hear Terzo chuckle.

After a minute or two, the intensity increases again by several degrees and you can’t stop the gasp that leaves your lips. Your eyes fly open.

“Have a good nap dolcezza?” You see that Terzo has fully abandoned his book and is watching you with rapt attention. “Nice wet dream of my cock inside you, eh?” He teases. He grabs the remote and walks over to you. You can’t keep yourself from grinding down any longer. “Ah ah.” He lays a hand on your bare pelvis to stop you. Then he cranks the vibrator to its highest setting. You yelp, throwing your head back.

You bite your lip to try and prevent further noises but you can't stop the moan that escapes as Terzo pushes his hand down. “Let me help.” The slight downward pressure holds the vibrator directly to your g-spot. He traces the fingers of his other hand over your clit, working up a rhythm.

You’re moaning wantonly now. “P-papa! I…I’m-ahhh…close!” You warn. You arch your back and sigh in pleasure as you cum. He works you through it until you start to whine from overstimulation. He removes his hands but leaves the vibrator. For a horrified second you think he’s just going to leave you there, shaking and crying.

“Beg for me.”

Immediately you’re pleading. “Please Papa. Fuck me. Fill me up and cum inside me.”

“That’s my good girl.” He pats your abdomen and removes the vibrator. You sigh as your body relaxes. Terzo unzips his pants and frees his cock, flushed and swollen. He makes a show of stroking himself a few times. You have no doubt he’s been hard for a while.

He retrieves a bottle of lube from the night stand. After prepping himself with it, he joins you on the bed. He lifts your legs via the spreading bar, ducking his head under, and rests your ankles on his shoulders. Then he wraps both hands around your hips. “Ready?” He asks gently.

You nod enthusiastically “Yes Papa. Please.”

Terzo lines himself up and thrusts in slowly. You hiss at the sensation, still oversensitive. He pauses to let you adjust before setting a harsh rhythm that would have shoved you up the bed if it weren’t for the bar resting behind his neck.

With practiced accuracy, Terzo nails your g-spot with nearly every thrust, eliciting whines and moans from you with each spurt of pleasure. You clench down each time, and he echos your vocalizations as you do. Your second orgasm comes roaring up quickly and you barely have time to warn him. In the throes of your high, you clench firmly around him. Terzo’s rhythm falters and he comes quickly after, filling you with his warm spending. He stills his thrusts as you both pant.

When he comes down, he meets your eyes and you bask in his adoring look. A look that quickly turns mischievous. “How was that cara? Good enough for you?”

“Amazing.” You sigh breathlessly.

“Good.” He smiles and brushes your cheek lightly with his hand. He leans down to pull you into a soft kiss.

Terzo pulls away first and carefully lifts your ankles off his shoulders. He frees you from your restraints before kissing you again.

“I’ll be right back amore.”

He retrieves a soft towel, dampened with warm water, and helps you clean up. The grabbing a bottle of your favorite lotion from the nightstand, he motions for you to lay on your stomach. He begins to massage your shoulders and neck, tenderly and lovingly. You chuckle to yourself. He’s being so gentle now when just minutes before he was fucking you within an inch of your life.

“What’s so funny tesoro.” He hums.

“Nothin. Love you Terzo.”

You hear the smile in his voice. “Love you too dolcezza.”

[violet-yimlat]

I made an up-cycled skirt inspired by my Pinterest clothes board! I don’t know what the white part is ( I think it’s an old sheet) but the purple was an old pair of jeans and the eyelets for the lacing come from a pair of shoes that are at least two sizes too small for me.

[chiropteracupola]

Hammering The Eyelet Through The Other Side Of The Fabric And A Quarter-Inch Deep Into The Bread Board

[paradoxkinspace]

Fas)(ion board for a masculine/emo Jade )(arley!!

Black Parade Tee 🔱 Mesh Longsleeve Top 🔱 Skull Fingerless Gloves/Armwarmers

Star Eyelet Cuff 🔱 Two Row Stud Cuff 🔱 Spike Hoop Earring

🃏

[dapurinthos]

okay i understand why people own grommet presses now. the little hardwood thing i got with the die-cut is just ‘lol gonna break even though i’m meant for this’, the cutting mat just did not want to behave, the extra ikea ivar shelf is too soft, so i ended up just hammering the holes in my fabric straight out onto the cardboard measuring/cutting board. it’s fine, it’s just irritating and i am collecting a small section of holes on the board that go halfway through it but it’s not getting to the table, which is the point of the whole thing. i’m going to give my awl another try but so far it looks like it just rips through the coutil, which i understand, as it seems too tightly woven to get through the fibres (i’m having trouble even just sticking pins in it).

do i actually know where my packet of grommets is? no. do i have one? yes. i know i do, it’s just somewhere where i can’t see it and not in the drawers i thought it would be in.

this is why i like stays/corsetry up UNTIL industrial machinery. hand-done eyelets are so much more satisfying.

[doughstore]

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[desertdarlingandco]

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