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dee-moms-blog · 2 years

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Chastity Rules

Basic Rules for beginners. The key is to be very strict and follow every rule.

1. Take control of his orgasms

• He must wear a chastity device 24/7.

• You should lock his chastity cage and only you should be the \"KeyHolder\". You can also use a numeric padlock.

• Let him out at your discretion only and only for teasing.

• Emphasize that he will never be permitted to have any kind of orgasm OR erection! without your permission.

• He must experience ruined orgasms. This emphasizes your control and stimulates his frustration.

• He may only cum when wearing a buttplug and your panties. You may also gag him.

• Peg him, make him cum like a real sissy

• Milk his prostate

• Always restrain his hands(handcuffs or rope) when letting him out of his cage. Many guys will resist after an orgasm or take control when you edge/ruin them.

Everytime you let him cum, you must ruin him. After that you make him eat his cum. You can edge him and forbid him to orgasm. You have to learn him that he may not orgasm. If he does then you have to make him eat his cum.

Ruined -> Eat it

Accidently -> Eat it

Only tease and edge! Edge every day!

2. Chastity devices

• Make him buy secure permanent devices like the jailbird, holy trainer or metal cages with urethra plugs. Make sure you get the right size so he cannot escape. You can make many devices escape proof with medical glue. The best option is a PA. It is recommended to glue his foreskin with superglue so he won’t attempt to escape. This does not damage the skin but lays a sticky layer for 1 week.

• The best devices can be worn 24/7 and only need cleaning every other day. He can clean it in the shower by putting soap in his cage and apply a full jet of the shower head right in the cage. it will clean his penis thoroughly. No need to take him out

• Shaving can perfectly be done while wearing the device. Just move it a bit to reach the hard to reach spots.

• If he has to clean his penis manually for a reason. Do it under supervision or tell him that only you may touch his penis. He is not allowed to play by himself.

• Draw you name on his dick before putting him in the cage. That way you can check if he cheated or not!

him it is mind boggling not touching a body part for over a month when he used to touch it every hour.

3. Get into his head!

• Learn his fantasies and what turns him on.

• Tease him with his fantasies whenever possible.

• Make him wear your panties all the time. Skirts, stockings, socks everything to make him remember he’s your slut at work or wherever he goes.

• Make him sign these rules without letting him read it. He may experience the joy of chastity.

• He must promise he will follow the rules strictly. You may threaten to leave him if he doesn’t. He will make up his mind soon enough.

• Explain to him that he will only receive prostate orgasm. Sissies should cum like real girls.

• Make him shave his WHOLE body! Nothing better then feeling a soft body next to you in bed at night. It will grow back so he has to maintain it.

4. You must keep him sexually aroused as much as possible.

• Taunt him. Dress sexy

• Talk sexy and dirty to him.

• Tell him you are going to make him do something humiliating.

• Fondle him or let him fondle you.

• Make him wear a buttplug or prostate massager everytime you go out.

• Send him text messages with orders to do something sexual.

• Make him give you orgasms frequently.

• Edge him

• Milk his prostate

5. Make him do something humiliating and learn when he will do anything for you.

• Tease him to the edge then command the most humiliating activities. He will do them.

• Make him wear a butt-plug for a time.

• Train him to submit to your strapon.

• Make him be naked when you are not.

• Always, ALWAYS make him eat his own cum after your ruin his orgasm no matter where it is deposited. Sit on his face after a creampie or feed him off your hand or french kiss him!

6. No matter what you are doing, or where you are, find ways to taunt him.

• Fondle him through his pants in public (or in private).

• Whisper sexy or humiliating things in his ear.

• Make him shop for lingerie or toys for you.

• Leave notes with instructions like: \"I want to see you caged and plugged with these when I get home\"

7. Control your own feelings of guilt.

• He should never be permitted to have any kind of orgasm without your permission.

• If you feel he deserves an orgasm… Ruin it!

• Remember, you can ruin several orgasms a day, but he can only have one full one.

• Full orgasms should be for very special occasions (no more than 3 or 4 per year).

Extra sissy rules:

• A sissy must wear panties. He does not own any male underwear. Take away his underwear and replace it.

• A sissy may wear a bra and pink or brightly colored tights or leggings. Leggings and nylon are mandatory!

• A sissy must sleep in lingerie. If he does not have any, he must sleep naked.

• When alone, a sissy must dress as a girl. Good sissies wear lipstick while alone.

• A sissy always keeps himself free of facial hair, and is otherwise well groomed. He must always be presentable, ready to please.

• Good sissies shave their legs

• A sissy must never touch himself sexually without explicit permission from his Master or from his Muse

• A sissy must wear as many lovely pink girly things as possible

• Sissy must be in panties and a bra minimum at all times.

• Sissy must keep shaved clean below the neck at all times.

• Slave is not to masturbate with out permission, and when permission is given, it must be done in a slutty humiliating sissy way that reinforces my position.

Some text to make him horny:

‘I love thinking about your cock in that cage

I’m thinking about you inside me right now, maybe I’ll let you tonight

Fancy a blow job? He replies yes. Shame you’ve got that cage on.

How are you going to convince me to unlock you tonight honey?

I’m really horny. Come and give me an orgasm, at least one of might as well

a list of tasks with ‘unlock cock’ as the final one lol

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rootbeerworshiper · 3 months

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Summer (part 2/3)

Reader x Matt Sturniolo

summery: Summer camp has always been your favourite thing, but as you enter you last year at the camp, as a councillor, you meet someone that changes everything.

warnings: so long omg sorry LMAO, mention of suicide, just so much fluff

alsooooo definitely accidentally posted this when i had already written like half of it and i’ve been writing it while it’s private so it will most likely be far down on my page hahah

part 3 here

love, sienna <3

surprisingly you slept well last night—between the noisy children and Matt intruding your every thought, you weren’t sure it was possible.

you can’t get him out of your mind, his eyes, his sudden kindness—his hands.

yeah you were obsessed with some guys hands, that’s how perfect he is.

camp is only a week long, which doesn’t really leave you enough time to muster up enough courage to actually do anything with him—but that does not mean you won’t be thinking about it.

he’s the kind of person that has so many layers, like a complex character in a novel—you just want to know everything about him.

looking at him is nice too—you can’t get the image of him by the fire out of your mind.

never in your life did you think you’d become so infatuated with someone who’s currently avoiding juvie, but here you were, journaling every waking thought you have about him.

normally you’d tell Amara, but for whatever reason a part of you wants to keep Matt to yourself. he’s the one thing in your life that makes you interesting and the moment Amara sees him you’re sure he’ll switch his gaze towards her—most boys do.

maybe you were interested in Matt purely because he approached you first, another thing that usually happens to your best friend.

whatever it was, it’s slightly embarrassing.

the two of you had one civil conversation and you’re already head over heels.

as much as you’d love to sit here and daydream about Matt, you are a councillor and you do have a job to do.

so you muster up the energy at 7:30am to wake up all the kids as they begin to get ready for breakfast.

you yourself also have to get ready, which feels like a task in it self because now you had something to look good for—well you had someone.

taking out your braids from the day prior, you brush through your curls that are now more defined than usual.

you’re grateful they aren’t frizzy, the world being on your side for once in your life.

a mental battle ensues on whether or not you should apply makeup. normally you wouldn’t. you usually don’t even pack any, but for the time being you’ll do anything to be more desirable, especially next to Amara.

the kids are finally ready and so are you, now just wearing your red councillor t-shirt and white linen shorts that you thrifted a while ago, along with a few bracelets you had made at prior years at camp.

you along with the campers put on your shoes before walking outside, the feeling of your black converse sinking into the gravel that resides outside your cabin combined with the smell of the morning brought you serenity that was truly incomprehensible.

with that you begin the walk to the dining hall once more, trying to avoid rubbing your sleepy eyes as to not smear your freshly applied mascara.

the menu for breakfast consisted of scrambled eggs and french toast which had your kids jumping up and down at the thought of.

you were just grateful that councillors were allowed coffee in the morning—maybe you didn’t sleep as well as you thought. it was hard to tell how much of the dreaming you were awake for.

instinctively, you look around for familiar faces. you and Amara hadn’t really spoken last night after the fire, just a goodnight text and her saying that she has to catch you up on her life—she always does.

its clear when you spot Amara she has a pounding headache, you have a talent for telling when she’s hung over—and yet she still looks like she’s straight off the runway.

you don’t know why your thoughts of jealousy had gotten so bad recently, but for whatever reason it was overtaking you.

there’s no time to look around for Matt as you begin placing food onto your paper plate, asking the kitchen staff for a coffee with cream and sugar.

momentarily you forget about him, caught up in the mess your campers were making and smiling as they grin ear to ear alongside you.

that is until you see him again. somehow he got more beautiful.

you could tell that he was also tired by the way he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and sipped on his coffee, but nonetheless you were infatuated with him.

something about the way he was so incredibly good with kids caused your heart to do actual backflips. it’s hard to even tell he was forced to be here from the way he lets the kids tease him and pull on his clothes.

the sight is too funny not to laugh at but the moment his eyes meet yours from across the room your focus changes to your plate.

it was probably incredibly obvious how obsessed with him you were, and you were sure he’s used to it.

the itinerary for the day is basically every activity you can think of, including rock climbing, archery, arts and crafts, swimming and more.

the way it all works is that two cabins are paired together and each day they complete two of many activities.

you knew that your activities were rock climbing and crafts, but you weren’t sure what cabin you would be paired with.

the camp leader begins to list the pairings, and slowly, there is less options for you to be put with.

“and lastly councillors y/n and councillor Matt’s cabins will be paired!” the leader says enthusiastically.

you weren’t sure how you felt about this.

sure, you can spend more time with the boy you can’t get off of your mind, but on the other hand you fear the more time you spend with him, the more likely you are to scare him away.

so for a moment you’re anxiety kicks in, thinking about what your going to say to Matt, how to not make a fool of yourself in front Matt, or how-

Matt.

you’re eyes meet his once more. now lingering longer than before.

he’s the first to break the eye contact, chuckling to himself as he begins to assist his campers in putting everything away.

butterflies enter your stomach immediately, one small smile from him is all that it took.

as much as you’d love to stay in this spot forever, watching him, you have to assist your own campers with their sticky plates and interesting questions.

once everyone has poured out of the dining hall and into the open area, the cabins are split into their respective groups.

you don’t say anything to Matt at first, paralyzed by the fear of making it awkward, so you just sort of… stand next to each other.

“how’d you sleep?” he asks, catching you off guard as you bring your gaze towards him.

he’s not much taller than you, maybe two inches or so, but you still had to look up slightly to make eye contact.

somehow, you muster up the courage to speak. “it was okay, kids were pretty loud till like midnight and then i got asked about 4 times to walk people to the bathroom so you know” you kick the rocks beneath your feet, looking down at them to avoid eye contact. “you?”

“it was pretty weird sleeping in a room full of ten year old boys so not a lot of sleeping happened for me” you both look up to see that it’s time to head to your activities, the first of which being rock climbing.

as councillors you didn’t have to actually rock climb, just assisting the kids in getting their gear on and such.

other than a few stolen glances between you and Matt, nothing really happens, and there’s not enough time inbetween kids climbing for anymore small talk.

after every kid has gone, you’re about to begin heading over to the craft area when one of Matt’s campers speaks. “Matt and y/n you should do a rock climbing race!” he says enthusiastically, earning cheers of agreement from practically every other camper.

you and Matt immediately look to one another and before you can even say no to the kid he smiles. “sure, it’ll be fun” your breath practically hitches at his words but you’re in no position to say no.

so you swallow your pride. “okay sure. Matt you are so on”

the two of you walk over as the station leader assists you into your harnesses. “you’re all set” she smiles at you.

as you and Matt lined yourselves up you were met with an abundance of cheers from the campers.

the one leader now speaks again, this time counting down. “on your mark”

you look to Matt and he has the cheesiest smile on his face, one you haven’t been able to witness until now.

“get set”

he looks back to you, but doesn’t hold the eye contact long as he looks back up at he wall ahead, and you do the same—it’s unlike you to lose to a boy because you’re too busy staring at him.

“go!” she waves her hand dramatically as you and the boy to your left begin climbing up the wall.

rock climbing was one of your favourite activities growing up at camp, and up until this point you hadn’t lost a race to anyone.

so here you are, putting in your full effort as you scale the wall, Matt continuing to keep up with you.

this goes on for a moment longer until you go and reach for the bell at the top, feeling victorious.

the feeling doesn’t last long because another hand comes into your line of sight, reaching for the same string.

you tied.

ten years of winning every race and you’ve now tied for the first time.

the bell rings and everyone below you cheers as you look to Matt—it’s hard to be mad at anyone that looks that good. “good game” you say as you begin to make your way down the wall, reaching your hand out to shake his.

he reaches for your hand and does the same. “same to you” you try your best to avoid the way his hand makes you want to melt, focusing now and getting down to the grass that awaits you below.

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the rest of the day is pretty standard, and after arts and crafts you had new beaded bracelets to add to your growing collection.

dinner goes smoothly too, and by the evening the kids have full control over what they wish to do before lights out.

this gives you a chance to talk to Amara, which is something you feel like you haven’t done in forever. the two of you are sitting at the dock by the lake, watching the sun set as you talk about everything that’s happened so far.

“i don’t know why you won’t peruse anything with him he sounds perfect for you” you groan.

she’s now filled you in on the older camp councillor from last night, and it’s safe to say you were growing more annoyed with her inability to commit to a guy, especially one as good as the councillor.

“he gave me the ick i don’t know” she ponders for a moment, gaze still fixated on the scenery that surrounds you. “wait how was it doing the activities with that weird kid?”

you furrow your eyebrows, not entirely sure who she’s referring to. “Matt?”

“yeah that’s his name” she replies smiling as if the idea of him is just that funny.

it’s hard to not feel a little sting, but you’re used to this, you and her have very different taste in guys. “i don’t know why you think he’s weird, he’s pretty nice actually”

“i don’t know he always looks angry at something and like i’ve never seen him not wearing a long sleeve it’s just odd”

now you’re definitely annoyed. normally you’d play along just to get her to stop talking, but for whatever reason you feel the need to stick up for Matt—maybe it’s because you aren’t sure anyone else would.

“you don’t know anything about him Amara you shouldn’t be judging him over nothing” you reply with a harsher tone than you were really expecting.

“why do you care so much? do you have a crush on the kid or something?”

yup you sure do.

but Amara doesn’t deserve to know that, not when she’s acting like this.

so you just get up, replacing yourself with your feet on the slightly wobbly dock.

you open your mouth to say something but ultimately decide against it, the last thing you want to do is speak out of anger and regret it the next morning.

“y/n i didn’t mean it like that i’m sorry” she calls out but you continue walking towards your cabin in a fit of anger.

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it doesn’t make a ton of sense why you were so offended by her words. deep down you knew there was more of Matt for you to learn about, more backstory behind his complexity and you couldn’t judge him without it.

you shower quickly, although you hate the camp showers with a passion. all you can do is be as fast as possible and pray no bugs join you in the stall.

once you’ve dried off fully you change into some random boxers you own and your moms old crew neck that you brought with you everywhere.

it brought you closure wearing it, having a physical way to feel close to her was needed in your time of grief.

the campers all settle in to their bunks and you drown out their talking as you return to your book from earlier.

usually reading was an escape from your life, a way to forget—now as you read you can’t help but wish these romantic things were happening to you.

it’s too much.

so you attempt to sleep, putting the bookmark on a page that brought you particular sadness and letting out a huge sigh as your head meets the pillow.

you wish it was easy to turn your fast moving brain off, but it’s a battle that you know all too well—a battle you lose every time.

so once it’s clear that all the campers are asleep, you make your way out of the cabin, tip toeing as much as possible and quietly picking up your slides.

you squeeze your eyes as the door creaks ever so slightly and pause as you await a reaction, but nothing happens, so you continue out.

the moment you shut the door behind yourself you take a few breath. if only breathing was enough to shut off your mind.

you bend over to slide on your shoes and you begin to walk to the dock, hoping to gain some peace and serenity while you watch the stars.

it’s a short walk and soon enough you find yourself at the same spot you fought with Amara at hours prior, and the thought of the fight alone makes you feel sick.

you’re unsure of how it got this bad with her. it’s not like you actively hated her or anything, she’s still your favourite person. but something in the way you continuously watch her reject guys just to disprove at the one guy that actually looks like at you like you’re human makes you really upset.

camp used to be so different. always filled with lifelong memories, but you want nothing more than to forget what happened tonight.

you wipe the tear that’s creeps on to your face and lay down, knees bent and your hands on your stomach—having your hands placed there is something Amara taught you to do when your brain moves too fast for your breath to keep up.

the use of that strategy is ironic now.

after a few short moments you hear footsteps behind you—there is no way you are ready to talk to Amara yet, not when you still feel like shit.

“Amara i don’t wanna speak to you right now please leave me alone” you call out without looking behind yourself.

the footsteps pause for a moment so you assume you’ve successfully caused your best friend to walk away, but you’re met with a voice that is all too familiar.

“i’m not Amara”

Matt.

the footsteps continue as you look back to him. “mind if i sit here?”

you wipe your face quickly, the last thing you need is any more lingering tears left on your cheek and a boy to make fun of them. a quick nod of your head and he’s sat next to you, closer now than at the fire.

he’s the first to lay back now, in the exact position you were in before being interrupted. “do you wanna talk about it?”

you match his position on the dock, sighing to release all stress. “are you gonna get annoyed if i sit here and ramble about girl drama?” you knew it was more than that, but most people you have tried to confide in didn’t see it the way that you did.

“i think calling it girl drama just undermines the pain you’re clearly in” his gaze is fixed on the stars but you can’t help but look to him.

“that was a big word for you” you smile slightly and earn a shake of the head in return—it’s clear he’s hiding a smile you just aren’t sure why. “but yeah uh i kinda fought with Amara in this exact same spot like a few hours ago”

you pause. it feels extremely weird to be confiding in someone who was a stranger to you yesterday but somehow he feels like the only person in the world who will listen.

“she just said some mean shit about this guy that i’m into as if she doesn’t shut down every guy that looks at her. and i wish i had her problem, i do. but it doesn’t come that easy for me, guys don’t usually look at me that way”

“and this one does?” he asks, looking at you as if on cue.

you fight the stupid smile that creeps onto your lips. “he does”

it’s silent for a moment again, you aren’t really sure how to continue this conversation.

“you’re telling me no guys are into you?” he asks. as much as you wish the words didn’t have the effect on you that they did, sadness looms over you once more.

“that’s exactly what i’m telling you. they all look to Amara before i can even get a word in. i’m used to it now, but it’s still a hurtful reality check that my life isn’t one i read about.” once again you were unsure why you were being so open with Matt, you had never said these words out loud before, something about him made it flow so effortlessly.

he sighs at this, as if the sadness that looms over your head has travelled to his. “i don’t see what everyone sees in Amara. i prefer the other friend”

you just laugh. “that’s funny” as confident as you were that he was joking, his face is dead serious. your eyebrows furrow in disbelief. “wait you’re serious?”

“way to make it a thing” he laughs but you can’t even begin to imagine what you’re meant to say in return in order to continue the flirty banter—god where was Amara when you needed her.

“wait why did you sit next to me yesterday at the fire? i thought you hated me” you muster up the courage to speak.

he clears his throat slightly and you can tell he’s uncomfortable. “i never hated you. i was just mad that my parents sent me here. i sat next to you because i thought you were pretty, it’s really not complicated.”

you allow your jaw to drop at this. to most people this may be a normal occurrence, but for someone as hot as Matt to be hitting on you is not something you could prepare yourself for.

he looks to you and you immediately cover your face with your hands—you were flustered over nothing.

the last thing you expected him to do was gently remove your hands from your cheeks. “this isn’t gonna work if you’re terrified of compliments”

“sorry i’m not used to it” his hands are still holding your own. “can i ask you something?”

he nods, not letting go.

“why do you always wear long sleeves?” you were expecting a more uncomfortable reaction from the boy, instead a smirk enters his face.

“you wanna see?” you could melt at the words but instead you nod as he lets go of your grasp.

he sits up and his hands grab the bottom hem of his hoodie and lift it over his head—momentarily exposing his stomach.

you can’t help but stare until he pulls his tank top down and places his hoodie to the side. “holy shit” is all you’re capable of saying. it’s unclear what you were anticipating but it definitely wasn’t this.

Matt’s right arm is completely covered in tattoos. from flowers on his shoulder to a seashell on his forearm he practically had a full sleeve.

you’re fully sat up now too, hesitantly reaching out to his arm to further inspect the ink that covers him. “you can touch my arm i won’t bite” he says, speaking more quiet than before, but it’s an offer you take up—grabbing the boys arm and tracing your fingers along the numerous tattoos.

the longer you graze his arm the more you can feel eyes burn though the top of your head, so without thinking you look up and your eye’s immediately meet his—now closer than ever before.

you fight every urge to back away and cringe of embarrassment, because deep down this is all you’ve thought about for the past 24 hours and now it’s real.

the eye contact lingers for a while, your arm still on his as the two of you practically breathe in sync.

“can i kiss you?” Matt asks and immediately you nod your head, unable to think about anything else.

he leans in and a sense of comfortability washes over you in the most unexpected way. as much as you lack experience, this feels so incredibly right.

you’re the first to deepen the kiss and his hand makes its way to your cheek—you could melt at the touch.

it’s something so simple but so intimate. your hand rubbing small circles on his arm while his fingers bring you impossibly closer to him.

as far as kisses go, you’re sure this is as good as it gets.

after a moment the two of you back away, looking into each others eyes immediately.

you can’t fight back the dumb smile that forms on your face, and for once, he doesn’t either.

he lays back down and you follow suit, now placing your head in his chest as his arm wraps around your waist. “i wish everyone saw you the way that i see you” you say—his one hand now making its way to your hair to toy with it as you speak.

“you want everyone to want to kiss me?” you smack his chest as he laughs.

“obviously not Matt” you sigh, sinking further into him. “i just mean like everyone sees you as this tough guy who doesn’t care about anything, but that’s not you at all”

“what am i then?” his voice is deeper now, more tired than you’ve heard him before.

your own arm wraps around his waist before you speak again, it still doesn’t feel real. “for starters, you love kids, i can tell. most councillors don’t put up with half the shit your cabin does to you but you just allow it and i don’t think it’s because you don’t care, i think it’s because you like to make them happy.”

he just hums in response. “you also care about other people. like when you saw me sitting alone, part of me just assumed you were coming to make fun of me but i think you just didn’t like seeing someone so social sit alone. and i saw the look in your eyes when i opened up to you. it wasn’t pity, it was empathy”

it’s easier to speak to him when you don’t have to look at him in the eyes, and with his hand in your hair guiding you through your words. “you just don’t let people see that side of you and i don’t understand why”

he shifts slightly in his spot—you definitely struck a nerve and you were not expecting to.

“you don’t have to uh tell me if you don’t want i get it if it’s personal” you say quickly, desperately trying to not ruin what has barely started.

“no it’s fine uh” he thinks for a second, fingers still gently scratching your scalp. “when i was younger i was the happiest kid, like you would never see me without a smile on my face. and uh i had this best friend, his name was Nate, and he was my everything growing up.” you can hear him sniffle above you and you subconsciously squeeze his tighter, wanting nothing more than to make the boy feel better.

“a little more than a year ago today i had to read his suicide note. everything in the world felt so unfair. i had to watch his family suffer and no words of comfort would fill the void that Nathan left. i guess uh since then i haven’t really been smiling a lot because i haven’t had much of a reason to.”

the thought of this made your heart hurt. “i’m sorry. i know what you’re feeling, i mean a little bit anyways. my mom was my best friend and it never felt like i got enough time with her. it’s terrifying how death happens so fast you know?”

he just nods in response, fighting back the lump in his throat as you speak. “one second i was watching The Office with her and laughing on the couch and the next i had to prepare a speech for her funeral. and you can never say enough in those few pages to encapsulate someone’s entire life. never”

you both feel a sense of heaviness as you sit in a more comfortable silence.

“what’s your favourite memory of Nate?” you ask, hoping to lighten the mood.

it seems to work because Matt immediately smiles. “it was in middle school and we went out to Mcdonald’s and decided to play the penis game.” he laughs softly. “we were practically just yelling the word penis in an almost empty restaurant and peeing ourselves over it” you laugh along too, the mere image of this is enough for you to find it funny.

“what’s your favourite memory of your mom?” he asks in return.

you think for a moment before landing on one specific one. “when i was 12 she taught me how to make her signature chocolate chip cookies. she was already diagnosed with cancer at that point and she was determined to leave her mark on the world in any way she could, including her many recipes. i didn’t know at the time that she was dying, and there was no way for me to. she was the happiest she had ever been and we had so much fun together, eating the chocolate chips while we waited for the cookies to bake”

“she sounds like a really good mom” he says, looking down at you.

“do you think we’re put on this earth for a reason?” you ask, you’re eyes now feeling heavy as you cuddle with Matt.

he takes a moment to respond. “i do. i just don’t know what mine is, or if we’re ever really supposed to have that figured out”

“it just sucks because currently, my reason to be on this earth is to be a supporting character in an interesting movie, and i don’t want that”

“so make your own movie” those words alone are enough for you to smile. you look up to him to see his eyes already on yours and you place a quick kiss on his lips.

“i like kissing you” you say sheepishly, both hands now under your own chin as you look up to him.

he smiles back.

knowing what you know now, the fact that he’s smiling at you—because of you, could make you melt.

“you should do it more often” he replies, looking at you with a new look in his eyes, one of admiration.

you didn’t see that look often, and when you did it was directed towards your best friend.

so you kiss him again. and again. and one more time for good measure. if you could, you’d be here forever, just like this.

“we should probably go back now, the sun looks like it’s about to start rising” you laugh. the last thing you want to do is leave but you don’t have much of a choice.

he sighs dramatically. “what if i just wanna stay here forever?”

you sit up now, looking down at him as you place a hand on his chest. “well that would simply be unrealistic”

it takes a lot for you to muster up the energy to stand up but you do, and you reach down to help the boy up.

the short walk to your cabin used to be a good thing, but seeing as you don’t want to leave the boy at your side, you’d be okay walking three miles to make it back.

you’re now at your cabin, directly outside of the door as you and Matt just stare at each other. neither of you want to leave, but you both know that this night needs to come to an end eventually.

he places his hands gently on your waist, almost as if he’s testing the waters, but by the way your arms immediately wrap around his neck he knows he made the right choice.

“goodnight Matt” you whisper in his ear, earning a simple “goodnight y/n” as he kisses your temple and inevitably lets you go.

you watch him walk away, screaming silently the moment he’s out of sight—fighting every urge in your body to jump up and down like one of your campers at the mere thought of tonight.

a/n: this feels so incredibly long but i finally finished part 2!! part 3 will be the longest one so if you didn’t get a snack for this chapter you’ll want one for the next

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As the fandom’s resident fashion historian, do you have any thoughts about wedding dresses/apparel in Planetos? Personally, I weddings are a great place to showcase the differences between the regions especially with traditions, superstitions, economy, and skills. For example, IRL there is a superstition, if a bride makes her dress, each stitch a bride makes is the equivalent to the tears she will shed during the marriage but I can’t see that translating to Westeros where the small folk or even every member of house Frey or house Reed aren’t getting a custom dress. Maybe it’s traditional to wear colorful dresses in Dorne and heavy jewelry made by talented blacksmiths in Westerlands and trading cities use dresses with pearls (because in Meereen pearls=fertility) and myrrish lace to flaunt wealth but the North cause practically and reusability over fashion and maybe they pass down dresses, the Reach probably produces cotton so I imagine they would have more stylish and intricate designs, Qohor might have headwear with religious figures hanging from the fringe... I’ve thought about it a bit but I’d love to know your thoughts! 💚💛🖤💚💛

This will also include the other wedding asks I got and will probably be a two parter since there’s a lot to cover!

Wedding fashions part 1!

I’ve mentioned it before, but I like the idea of a Dornish bride “wearing” her dowry. Usually this consists of a veil made out of coins, or stitched into her gown, or placed into her headpiece. The fabric of the gown itself is also the finest the family can afford, and is expected to be sold if necessary (though noble families don’t usually do that). This practice isn’t only a tradition to show the groom’s family that he is not being swindled out of the agreed upon bride price, but is also a way for the family of the bride to show off their wealth. If a girl is especially wealthy, she may not even be able to wear the entire dowry, so her maids, ladies in waiting, animals, and every other thing she is bringing with her is decorated in wealth as well and presented to the groom

Stormlands women tend to be both proud and practical, so their dresses are made from the best materials they can afford, but practically cut and layered for the constant rainy weather. They’re also sacklike and large with very few adjustments so that the fabric can be repurposed later on. Most new gowns look like this anyway for the same reason, and wedding gowns are usually new. A woman’s dress will usually be in her family colors, and be patterned with their symbols as well, or maybe quartered with the grooms symbols and colors. If it’s not repurposed for other things, a gown might be reworn many times for social events, and even refashioned into a more stylish silhouette.

In the Riverlands, there’s no one type of wedding gown, as it’s so large and many of the brides will just wear one of their nicer gowns they already own, but the typical long flowing sleeves and loose overdress are common. Flower, vine, leaf, and other nature motifs are incredibly popular due to their connection to the fertility of the riverlands. So many girls will take a dress with a pattern, or embroider flowers onto it, or maybe pin real flowers onto their gowns, if they cannot afford to embroider or have a patterned gown. There’s a superstition that a bride with not enough flowers will not have any children, only have sickly/weak children. So the small folk especially incorporate as many flowers they can into their weddings

The Reach women’s favorite wedding tradition is seeing who can have the most expensive dress of the season. They’re even more ostentatious than their regular fashion, if that’s even possible. The puffed and slashed sleeves are made from the finest tulle and softest silk. Bodices trimmed in Myrish lace, patterned skirts that took months to make. Gold jewelry and hairpieces imported from the westerlands. Heavy wedding cloaks that are more pearls and thick embroidery than actual fabric. The cost of the yards of fabric used to make the gown is enough to make a Pentoshi merchant swoon. Essentially reach wedding gowns are just upping the ante of their regular dresses.

The wedding gowns of the westerlands are a bit less openly ostentatious than those of the reach, if only because someone doesn’t want to embarrass themselves in front of Tywin or Tywin-adjacent lords, who think to be too showy is a sign that you’re trying too hard. However the overdresses are still made of detailed brocade, necklines are decorated with pearls, and the lower sleeves are still big enough to drag. They still clearly rival the reach, but are also clearly having far less fun with their clothes. It might be a tradition for a woman to start wearing a type of hood on her wedding day, as a way to honor the mother and start promoting herself as lady of a noble house instead of an unwed girl

#asoiaf #asoiaf hair and clothing #you are going to take your Borgias inspired reach outfits again and you are going to like them

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toomanywordsnllines · 1 year

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Some would think that the hardest person to put into some formal wear would be Ghost.

He uses the comfiest clothing he has, soft and big enough for easy movement and with as many pockets as humanly possible. The man's practicality in his dressing style is what tends to make people think this way. (Also the fact the man just seems to rotate the same.... four pair of.... everything for weeks on end)

But no not really. When time does come, Ghost is someone that cleans up well. He makes sure his suits fit him like a glove, no unecessary bunching or tightness that would make the whole ordeal be hellish. Always making sure he has spots to hide his weapons "just in case". His hair might be the only issue in everything - but it's not from a lack of trying. The thing has life for itself.

He even makes sure to treat the little invisible parts of his face with care (though that's mostly with someone's else's help).

He's a sight to see when formal wear comes into play. Layering being his best friend even in this situations. Shirts. Jackets. And the vests he uses, usually subtly decorated, hug his chest and middle tight but elegantly. It's both mouth watering and knee weakening.

And does Soap want to kneel

It's rare, but god is it a devine look. Ghost's elegance and confidence always radiate brighter, putting the sun to shame, when he leaves the bathroom.

Dressed and ready to go. Smelling phenomenally like a fresh shower and soft cologne.

Soap always has to count to ten before he even approaches the man. Controlling himself to not do.... something that would get them all late.

But no it's not Ghost who's a pain in the ass to get dressed to the nines. (Soap would even go as far and say the man always looks forward to putting on a nice suit)

And it's not Soap either.

You see being raised with an.... arrangement of sister's makes you a little more preoccupied in your appearance. God forbid he goes out with them in just a plain pair of sweatpants. (He did it once, and wore dress shoes on purpose to see the vein in his twin sister pop and his youngest eye twitch. His mom just shook her head with laughter)

But, no. Johnny takes great pride in getting dressed nicely. Always making sure his accessories go well with the vests and shirts he puts on. From rings to earrings and necklaces. Never too much. Just to pop attention to where he wants people to look

There's this....."necklace" that he loves wearing. For no reason in specific, of course, it's not like Johnny hasn't seen Simon look at him hungrily when he uses it or anything... It's also not because he always leaves some buttons undone when he uses it.... He finds it pretty, is all.

His style is marginally different from Ghost's, of course. While the man likes to go more monochromatic with it. Johnny takes pleasure in mixing blues and golds. Red's, Green's. He has either shirts decorated subtly. Or vests that are the center of attention in different graceful shapes.

He has fun in it. Gets a little boost of euphoria in putting some nice pants that hug his ass nice just right and a vest that flatters his chest correctly. He always forgoes a jacket though. Having the tendencie to roll the sleeves up his arms and leaving his arms exposed. (Price has told him multiple times to not do that since it's not "formal enough"....

"But sleeves are so itchy, Price." He whines, making the most miserable face he can.

Price sighs, pitching the bridge of his nose

"You know what? I'm too tired for this." "Do whatever you want, but make sure to cover your tattoo.")

The perfect image on causally put together - as his sister would tell him.

He also takes pleasure in stealing Ghost's nice colognes and using them on himself. Going sometimes for Gaz to help him fix his hair and eyebrows, making sure everything is in place.

So as you can tell. It's not Ghost nor Johnny. Gaz is of course not even close to that list. And price may grumble (because of the loss of his dear hat) but he gets the job done.

No, the person who is a fucking pain in the ass to get ready. And to pry out of the bed with a hammer so he puts on a fucking pair of nice pants is no one else but local Cockroach Gary, pain in Soap's ass, Sanderson.

Who see's anything besides t-shirts, jumpers and tank tops as a straight jacket. It's like getting a five year old dressed for the cousins wedding. Fighting tooth and nail to get the bastard in nice pants.

"It's tight," he whines, feeling talkative on this day where things don't really go his way.

Soap eye twitches.

Ghost chuckles from where he's shaving by the sink.

Soap is very close to throwing a bottle of shampoo at his head

Johnny has been fighting him, physically, for over an hour to get him in the vest. He could forgoe it. It's not necessary. But he knows Roach likes layers, feels more protected with it, so it would make him the most comfortable to go with it.

"Ah dinnae see ye complainin' when ye put on yer tactical vest-" he tightens his hands on the buttons when Roach squirms again "- stop squirmin', bloody Jesus- I'll go get the fuckin' pesticide, Gary dinnae tempt me."

At that Ghost let's out a breathless little laughter and when Soap looks up furiously at him in the mirror the man has his head hanging low, shaking with suppressed laughter.

"Ye think, this's funny? Come dae the job yourself then," he grumbles, giving up with hands towards the air.

"Take care of yer man."

Roach huffs up at him, crossing his arms over an half buttoned vest and an messed up shirt. Johnny doesn't even want to look at his hair, least him have a stroke right there and then. Good thing they decided to start dressing a good length of time before they need to get out.

Him and Ghost trade spots, Johnny finally getting in front of the mirror to get himself ready. His eyes don't get the idea though, straying constantly to the reflection on the two men standing behind him.

Roach refuses to look up as Ghost gets in front of him, posture relaxed and mirth rolling out of him in waves. A hand flutters through his hair gently but he stays looking at the floor until Simon rests his hands on each side of his face and lifts it to look at him. Ghost lifts an eyebrow

"What's all this, then," he says in an exaggerated accent. He does it softly, getting a huff of laughter from Johnny.

His eyes don't leave Gary's tho.

"Tight," he hisses through gritted teeth.

Simon hums as his eyes gaze down slowly his body. Analizing. Roach supresses a shiver.

"This was tailored for you." Ghost puts two fingers between the vest and Roach's chest, pulling gently the fabric towards himself, observing the give and leeway of the cloth in question. "It's impossible to be tight," he points out, head still sucked down, looking through his lashes at Roach, through Roach.

They stand in silence, staring.

Gary is the first to yield.

'It's...it presses...wrong.' He signs, 'Uncomfortable.'

Simon's hand presses gently over Gary's left side, right over his ribs. An acknowledge of what exactly is getting pressed...wrong. Roach let's out a sigh before Ghost pulls away to stand in front of him, head turned to the side and eyes fixated - thinking.

"Johnny." The man in question stops fussing with his hair, eyes already fixed on the ones that stare at him from the reflection. "Do you have your black suit at hand?"

He pauses for a second. "Ah think so, yeah."

So they all stop what they're currently doing and scavenger Soap's side of the wardrobe until he comes out with a triumphant yell.

"Ah asked him an hour ago if he wanted to wear somethin' of mine and he said nae", he says deadpanned as he watches Ghost take the pieces carefully out of the protective bag. He then glares directly at Roach.

Who was fluttering his lashes innocently at him.

He rolls his eyes passing the two to get back to the bathroom and finish getting ready. Gary catches him by the waist. Pulling him in and kissing him on the corner of his mouth. An apology.

Soap hums, turning more fully and pecking him on the lips.

"Sweet talk me all ye want, love. It ain't gonna work." And then he leaves, slapping Roach's backside and booking it for the bathroom in giggles at the man's indignant yelp.

Thirty minutes later and John is up and ready to go sitting on the couch waiting for the other two. It's all quiet besides the occasional muffled sound of Ghost's voice.

It takes thirty more for the bedroom door to open. And when it does Soap is up and looking up eagerly, holding his breath.

Simon is the first one to leave the room. Dressed in all blacks. Hair slicked back nicely, a single rouge strand falling gently over his forehead. Shirt hugging his biceps deliciously and tidied up to perfection. Little gold brooches rest on the collar of his shirt harmonizing everything.

Enticing Soap to kiss his neck

He decided to wear the vest that Soap has dubbed his favorite. Completely black save for the gold accented flowers that frame the whole thing. It accentuates his waist and makes Simon's pale skin and hair shine even under the god awful lights of the livingroom.

The slacks sit comfortably on his legs and God do they make them look like miles longer than they actually are. Fighting for their lives at his thighs and ending just under the ankle. Just missing the shoes and jacket that are by the door.

Soap has to bite his lip and exhale through his nose.

Breathtakingly, drop dead fucking gorgeous is what he is.

He kills for that man.

Ghost saunters closer to him and rests both of his hands on Soap's waist, leaning closer to nuzzle against his freshly groomed stubble. Cologne fills Soap's nose, leaving him dizzy.

He notices familiar earrings resting prettly on Simon's ears. And his knees almost buckles when he realizes they're his.

Dark blue, almost black, just like the vest he's wearing.

"Gorgeous" his voice leaves him in a rough rumble, vibrating in his chest and leaving close to Simon's ear.

The taller man's hand snake to his chin, and heavy eyes look down on him.

"You're not too bad yourself," he mutters, bending slightly to kiss him. It's soft and sweet. Long. And doesn't go any father than that before he's pulling away with a peck on the corner of Soap's lips.

He smacks Soap's ass before going to the door.

"Cheeky." Johnny laughs before he turns back to the bedroom door and his breath catches on his chest once more.

Roach stands by the bedroom door, hands in his pockets. He looks.... Well not self conscious. That's not a word for someone like Gary-

Shy.

Timidly looking at Soap with a soft blush covering his cheeks. And Johnny is stunned into silence.

While Ghost looks sharp and downright sexy in his suit, Roach looks softer. Perhaps it's because of how the clothing sits a little more baggy on him. Jacket longer for his slightly shorter frame. Shirt buttoned with a loose short tie.

His hair is a mixture of slicked back and ruffled. Arranged so the longer pieces curl beautifully behind his face. There's a little golden hairpin close to his ear holding some of his fringe back. Framing it and bringing the green of his eyes forward. Shining with their specks of brown.

All Soap can think is that he looks God-like.

And that he looks his.

Wearing his suit, his jacket, his slacks, his shirt and as John gets closer and wraps an arm around his waist and pulls him flush against his own chest, nuzzling along the curve of his neck. His cologne.

His his his his his-

Possessiveness fills his chest and he can't help but pull him closer, kissing behind his ear and growling.

"My pretty boy."

Roach hums low in his chest, content with tilting his neck barring his throat further for Soap to keep smothering kisses all over.

"Fuck, doll. Ye look so pretty in my suit."

The chuckle he feels against his lips feels like dripping honey, coating his tongue as he licks a long strip just under Roach's jaw. The man gasps, hand tightening where it rests on Soap's shoulder playing with his earring.

His own hand tightens on the expanse of waist he's grabbing. The things he wants do for him-

"Boys."

Ghost heavy rumbly voice calls from the door. A shiver goes down Soap's spine at his tone. Detaching himself from Roach is painful but the kiss he gets on his lips is salve for his wounds.

Gary cuts it short, however and he has to keep himself in check and not whine at the loss. They both turn to look at where Ghost is standing gazing at them.

The self control Johnny has almost gets thrown out of the window at the look Simon fixes them. It's Hot, heavy, eyes so dark he can barely see the chocolate that rests behind the black of his pupils. He realizes that Ghost and Roach had full eye contact when Soap got a little lost in his own mind. He shifts in his spot a little.

"Let's go then, aye." He says cheery as ever.

Ghost turns with a huff and a roll of his eyes, one that makes Soap's grin widen. He's about to follow right after when Roach suddenly grabs his waist and gets incredibly closer to his ear.

"Be a good boy tonight."

'And you'll get your reward' is left unspoken but Soap heard it loud and clear, so much that he's left a blushing stunned mess in the middle of their hall as Roach follows just right behind Ghost.

He wills his heart to stop hammering in his chest (and his blush to stop being embarrassingly hot) before he follows after them, picking up the car keys and closing the door after himself.

Maybe Roach's fuss for fancy clothes wasn't so bad after all... His heart flutters, giddy.

"Bleeding Jesus."

It's gonna be a fun night.

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No bc what if Snow’s hatred and realization of Katniss’ power started before the berries? Think about it.

The obvious, shooting an arrow at the game makers. All of them thought about how cool it was, blah blah blah, but what if Snow looked at that and saw Sejanus? Sejanus, throwing a chair at the screen when they brought out Marcus, his dead friend. And Sejanus was raised capitol. And he didn’t have a romance going on.

Snow knew the potential that Katniss had, if she saw something unfair. He heard about the tribute who was in love, who was causing a ruckus in the training room, and he knew what that led too because he’s seen it. He wasn’t as worried about Peeta because he didn’t have the same fire that snow himself once had in him. He knew how people swooned for a love story (director people being romantics, saying he cheated in the games for love and letting him off the bad hook), and the power Katniss would have if she turned rebel.

Second reason, which is way less obvious. MEADOW SONG. Lucy Gray didn’t sing it at the Hob. She only sang it on television, and to her family. And Dr. Gaul said that she had destroyed every last tape of it, save for one for herself. And how easy would that have been for him to get and destroy, especially once he had killed her (which I believe he definitely did, but that’s unrelated. Mostly).

Katniss sang the meadow song. The meadow song, which has only one (possibly destroyed copy) of it on record. So where else would she have learned it? Someone connected to Lucy Gray. Snow is terrified of anyone coming back from that part of his past to haunt him. He now knows Katniss is somehow connected/related to Lucy Gray, the girl who nearly shook his entire value system and made him rethink everything (just like Katniss did with Panem, btw).

Snow knows how dangerous this girl is. He knows what she could do with her power, but he has to make sure the country doesn’t know what she has because they will be the ones giving it to her. He has to make sure the (possibly STILL ALIVE at that point (he probably checked she wasn’t during his visit before the quarter quell)) Lucy Gray didn’t know how dangerous she was.

That’s why he had her dress up. Not to make her seem like a lovesick schoolgirl, but a harmless lovesick schoolgirl. One with no fire in her. Katniss Everdeen, the girl on fire, extinguished, along with any trace of rebellion. The capitol and all of panem has seen her strategies, her brutality, and her soft side. They can’t be fooled by dresses, unless Katniss believes she can fool them through dresses.

It’s so many layers. The capitol people at the bottom, who needed no convincing. Then the district people, who wouldn’t be able to afford to not care about how Katniss saw herself. If they saw Katniss seeing herself as unfit for the rebellion, they would too, thus eliminating any chance of it (to Snow). Next, Katniss. She thinks she knows why she has to wear the stupid dresses. She thinks she knows her power if she stayed strong, and she must do everything in her power not to do that. But she doesn’t understand the extent of it (until the tour and uprisings in 8).

Snow knows ALL of this. He made the layers, separating them. He perfected it and he is all around it. He knows what each layers thinking, because he has thought it too. He’s thought it all through, all the steps, all the layers, and he only has one conclusion; Snow lands on top.

As always thank you for reading this if you did! And I truly did mean to make this bosas analysis short, but as you can see it is not (unless you compare it to my others). What’s amazing to me is the last line in this, the snow lands on top. Because so far you are thinking about how it’s Katniss’ actions and Snow’s reactions, but he’s kind of on top of it all in the end. This whole post was about him, and that’s also sort of a metaphor for the books themselves. How Katniss was the main character of the rebellion, but Snow/Coin were the real ones behind the rebellion (both sides). Just brain candy, yk?

#bosas #bosas analysis #ballad #ballad of songbirds and snakes #coriolanus snow #president snow #katniss everdeen #the hunger games katniss #the hunger games #lucy gray baird

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yanderecrazysie · 9 months

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Swathe Part 2 (Yandere Kita)

This was a Quotev request!

Title: Swathe Part 2

Pairings: Kita x Reader

WARNINGS: Yandere themes

Summary: Bound by your own bandages, you’re forced to come to terms with the consequences of ignoring Kita’s feelings.

Part 1: here

swathe

/verb/

wrap in several layers of fabric.

Your heart pounds in your chest as you struggle against your bindings. It’s been so long that the sky outside the car is darkening and you feel tears prick your eyes. You’ve made zero progress so far and you find yourself idly wondering how many bandages he used. Your whole supply, perhaps?

Escape was futile at this point, wasn’t it? But you couldn’t give up, not when you had so much to live for… and you weren’t sure Kita would let you live through this ordeal. For all you knew, he was planning to kill you somewhere secluded.

The only option you can see is to talk your way out of it, but you don’t see how. Who knows if he was willing to talk at this point.

“Why?” You whimper, “Why are you doing this?”

Kita’s eyes flick to the rearview mirror, seeming surprised. “Doing what?”

You’re dumbfounded, “Kidnapping me?”

“Oh,” Kita’s quiet for a moment, as though he didn’t plan to have to explain his reasoning to you, “I didn’t want to share you. With Aran. With the team. With everyone else.”

“If… if this is about my date with Aran, I can cancel,” you’re embarrassed by the way your voice comes out in a pathetic whine, but maybe it was better that way, to appeal to his sense of decency, “I never meant to hurt you. I didn’t know that you… I don’t know…”

You’d gladly cancel your date if it meant Kita would untie and let you go. You had no idea he was jealous or that his jealousy would lead him to go to such lengths. You’d always thought he was pretty emotionless and uncaring, never even had an inkling that he was interested in you that way.

“I’m glad you feel that way, (Y/n),” Kita responded, a small smile and blush playing across his face.

He kept driving.

“What do you want me to do?” Desperation is leaking into your voice now as it raises an octave, “I’ll do anything! I’ll quit my job if that makes you less jealous of your team. Please…”

“That won’t work,” Kita says dismissively, “You’ll just get another job and I’ll have to deal with that too. No, I don’t want to compete anymore. I can’t compete.”

The last bit of his sentence came out wavery, as though he was beating himself up about something. Perhaps he was insecure? Is that why his jealousy was so strong? It still didn’t explain… this.

“But Kita… I can’t just leave everyone behind…” You were willing to do just about anything, but you couldn’t just drop off the face of the earth. It wouldn’t be much better than what you worried he was about to do.

“I know,” He was giving you a pitying expression now, one that made your blood boil and renewed your efforts to escape your bindings once more, “That’s why I’m making the decision for you.”

“Are you going to kill me?” You had begun to doubt that was his endgame, but you needed to rule out the possibility.

Kita looked horrified at the very prospect, giving you a disbelieving look through the mirror, “What? Why would I do that? I love you.”

He turned his eyes back to the road, as though that answer solved everything. If anything it just left you feeling more hopeless. You’d learned about limerence in psychology- is that what this was? Was he really going to kidnap you and keep you with him until his feelings wore off? What if they didn’t wear off? Or what would he do if they did?

Reality sunk in like an anchor. You were really screwed, weren’t you? You weren’t getting out of this.

The person who held you here was the kind, quiet, unassuming volleyball captain who you’d thought would never hurt a fly. What happened? What went wrong? What did you do?

Tears began to roll down your cheeks but Kita didn’t notice until a quiet sob escaped your lips. His eyes softened, a certain sadness behind them.

“I’m sorry, but I can’t help it,” Kita murmured, “It’ll be okay. I’ll never harm you and I’ll make sure you’re happy.”

If anything, that made the tears fall faster. A part of you hoping to gain his pity let your sobs wrack your body loudly and violently. You felt like you were about to vomit all over yourself or pass out or both.

It’s not until the car takes a turn onto a gravel path, no longer on the road but into a driveway that reality hits you once more. Suddenly, you’re twisting and turning frantically in your bindings, screaming at the top of your lungs for somebody to save you.

Kita sighs in the driver’s seat but you can’t tell if it’s sadness, exasperation, or a dreamy sort of sigh. You can’t see him anymore through your tears.

He reaches a hand back to wipe at the river of tears. You try to flinch away but there’s nowhere to go.

“We’re home.”

You let out one last scream before your voice gives out completely.

#yandere #yandere haikyuu #haikyuu!!#yandere one shot #yandere x reader #one shot #yandere kita #kita shinsuke

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sawronica · 27 days

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THE HUNGER GAMES HEADCANONS (DISTRICT 12)

@mollywog @districtunrest i know you both wrote asks with an interest in seeing them so hi!!

they are oriented as district 12 specfic but here are just some general fun ones I've garnered (feel free to ask me for my other ones, but the only reason these are specfic are because i don't have a lot)

KATNISS

for one, i've very much been set on katniss being on the spectrum/autistic because i can see a lot of my experiences as a ND person reflected in her interactions and personality. truthfully, i don't know if she'd officially get a diagnosis until post-war or ever pursue one at all.

i definitely agree that her injuries and the aftermath of the firebombing within mockingjay causes her to cut her hair short due to it being choppy and layered post-bombing (with a lot of hesitancy & anger as her hair was an important thing for her (especially her braid,) and with the loss of it comes ties to a lot of memories. i also think it would affect her deeply as i do headcanon that the people of the seam have native heritage, and her long hair was a show of such.

katniss seems to me as if she'd be aromantic or aspec, with her sexuality not entirely figured out, but i also think that could change overtime. i've always both liked everlark & eversee (madge & katniss,) so i think she could be bi-questioning.

i believe she'd take up pottery post-war, finding an interest in sculpting things with her bare hands and being able to control customizations within the home. something gentle and therapeutic that doesn't have any bad attachments.

to reclaim parts of her identity, i think katniss would eventually come around to painting her nails and wearing dresses of her choosing, but nothing too outwardly feminine. i think she takes comfort over appearance when it comes to her wardrobe, and i think she would definitely be more of a trousers person than skirts.

PEETA

honestly, i don't find myself having a lot of headcanons for peeta, but one that i do hold very dear to me is him being trans (specifically transmasculine.)

i think it's a thing that his family struggled to grapple with, especially with 2 sons already and the loss of a daughter they never had. his work in the bakery is amplified to meet that boyish physicality, but i also think that his features would hold some sort of androgyny already before his transition. post-games (the 74th,) i think he would've gotten top-surgery, with the possibility of a phalloplasty to follow. from that, i think he'd choose to keep the scars on either his arm or (good) leg.

i think he'd eventually get into more culinary dishes post-war, widening his cooking and also discovering a wider love for such things.

HAYMITCH

disclaimer: i have so many headcanons for him & cannot possibly fit them here. so here are the surface level ones!

first and foremost, i believe haymitch has quite long hair, his curls being his most striking feature as men within the seam often have pin-straight hair. i also think that it's one of his more attractive qualities, as i believe that he is able to take care of it a good deal.

i've always pictured him to have a bump in his nose, either because its naturally, or because he's broken it before. + i think he's got a natural clumsiness (one reason being because i headcanon him to be around 6'1-6'2 & doorframes are literally a common enemy but also because i just feel like it makes sense. super intelligent but will not see a crack in the pavement and will trip.) still shorter than chaff however, he's probably like 6'4 ..

sexuality wise, bisexual with no particular lean and no preference in partners. however, I've always stuck by him being celibate because i think it goes with his solitary attitude & that social wall he's built for himself but also for other reasons (such as the victor trafficking rink.) i usually pair him shipping-wise with hazelle or chaff (no death happened here guys .. like none)

post-war i believe he gets sober or at least heals his relationship with alcohol, and while the process is tedious, the payoff is a spot of health and stability. (because he does deserve it!) he's also got a fiesty ginger cat he found as a kitten called whiskey who is actively bent on scaring the geese and eating his food.

as a young boy (so around 14-16,) i've always felt that he'd take to woodwork and woodcarving (inherited from his father,) and would learn to make things such as bows, traps and knife handles. this enhances his hunting skills but also gives him an ability to create small wooden sculptures for his younger brother.

at the time of his games, full-body polishes weren't available & so he has all scars regarding his games, and also ones post and prior. he doesn't enjoy living with them, but they serve a reminder of who he is and each struggle he's faced. like badges of honor.

hi so as you can i see i am sooo normal about them.. my favs... let me know if you want more district oriented stuff!

#katniss everdeen #peeta mellark #haymitch abernathy #[ headcanons — mockingjay trio ]#[ district 12 ]#the hunger games #thg #catching fire #mockingjay #yes i do call them the mockingjay trio. they are so special to me

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hoardlikegoldenirises · 4 months

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*leans casually on wall* hey,

i will take ANY excuse to design an outfit, especially wedding outfits, idk why— I just think they're fun.

there were originally two tuxedos involved in this (on the hair timeline drawing), with Flash's white and Peter's blue, but as I was editing my notes I ended up moving some stuff around and shunted Flash's transition forward by about a year and a half because it made more sense to happen around the time they get married instead of nearly 2 years later...

So like any reasonable person, I thought to myself, "oh boy! time to spend four days on a wedding dress!" (the drawing didn't take four days, i just spent a lot of time looking stuff up)

💐

closeups and thoughts under the cut:

in my head the top part of the dress is at least partially some kind of soft, flexible fabric, like a stretch satinet or whatever, or one of those really soft matte stretchy fabrics, but i honestly wasn't sure how exactly to handle that considering I'm not a tailor myself... like there should probably be a waist seam where the top meets the skirt, though probably hidden by the embroidery at least a little bit... though i guess it could also be that there is a layer of already-embroidered georgette over the top of a slip...

i did not hand draw this embroidery by the way. i almost tried. and then after .5 seconds i said, "oh this doesn't look good and i don't know what i'm doing." so then i used some brushes in clip studio paint and colored in colors i liked and added some beads that are basically not visible at 100% zoom (lmao)

they're there, i swear. i just think it would be cute if there were some very small beads adding a bit of sparkle...

Anyway, I just thought the flowers and colors would be nice. And I know you're probably thinking "huh, where'd they get sheer fabric that's only embroidered on part of it?" considering all those pre-made fabrics w/ the flowers all over... or "where did they get that dress custom-made? did one of their friends pay for it?" to which normally I would say "yeah lol they know at least a half a dozen rich people" but in this case... Well, this is a wedding that involves Peter. and Peter is nothing if not extra, impulsive, romantic, and a masochist—

Peter hand-sewed the entire dress, including the embroidery.

I figure, if he can embroider spider webs onto his suit then surely he can handle this ,as long as he has something to go off of. the dress itself isn't exactly the most complex, except maybe the skirt part falling in a specific way, so this is just another idk how many hours for him to spend futzing around with a needle and thread and insisting he can finish it in time. point in favor, because he does, but only because they have to postpone the wedding from March to May for other, unrelated reasons LMAO

also i just think it's romantic... and i like the idea of him making things with his hands all the time... he takes up woodworking a year or two before this iirc lol (the reasons for that are more morbid though... 😅)

anyway, i wanted the skirt to look nice in a wheelchair without getting in the way of things like the brake grips or the push-rims, so Flash can still move herself around (esp since she doesn't have handles on the back of her wheelchair lol) so that was another thing i was looking at pictures of. I really like georgette so I think it's probably layers of georgette, but drawing that is... hard.

probably looks a little more like this?

but plain ivory obviously, not plaid. drapey with a soft hand, not too fluffy or stiff. probably a satin slip or something underneath.

elegant... backless... I mean if Peter is the one designing it (though presumably Flash has SOME input, I mean, she's the one wearing it) how could he possibly resist the opportunity? (i just think backless dresses look nice) (also it shows off her back muscles, probably)

lmao

as it says in the pic, i figured this should be designed so it's comfortable to sit in and doesn't get tugged around a bunch but I will be honest. i did not have a lot of luck trying to research that so I gave up. I'm sure there's a way to do it but I have no idea how to draw it so I'm handwaving it along with the mysterious missing waist seam LOL

but also it's a wedding dress and most wedding dresses are wildly inconvenient even if you have absolutely no disabilities whatsoever.

at least she doesn't have to go commando...

though i'm sure going to the bathroom is a real nightmare lol

the bouquet and the veil are both on the back of the wheelchair—this was already true even before I decided Flash was gonna use this as an opportunity to be way more girly than usual, but it's still true here too. Though I did end up changing the flowers cause I realized I didn't like what I had, so the final bouquet is a mix of peonies, flowering dogwood, and some kind of wildflower that would be in season in May. Plus the red ribbon to match Peter's accessories.

oh and there's Flash's makeup too. Simple, not too dramatic. I don't imagine her ever being a red lipstick and dramatic eyeshadow kind of person, whether at a wedding with colorful dress or not, but some lip gloss and a little bit of shimmery eyeshadow that you can barely see sounds nice... maybe copper mascara or whatever but nothing dark.

her hair is also not super complicated or fancy, and she has no jewelry or anything like that, aside from the engagement ring... just a nice low bun with some pretty wisps 💞 Courtesy of MJ almost definitely!!

And the yarmulke is for a multitude of reasons. "Technically" Flash is not "legally" a woman at this point, isn't even out to her family yet (lol. lmao.) and hasn't legally changed her name yet either (she's going to after they get married), and I don't even know what the rabbi would think (i mean, i'm sure they've discussed by the time the wedding happens lol) but women wear yarmulkes these days too (these days is... 2014... btw), and Flash will have converted like 4 years before the wedding already (for reasons unrelated to Peter) so it's important to her... so, ultimately, regardless of requirements or level of reformness, I think she just wants to wear one.

Peter gets one too.

isn't he handsome?

lbr he probably wouldn't have even thought about it if Flash didn't bring it up. too busy thinking about what color of tiny beads to sew onto her dress XD

I DID loosely base some elements of Peter's tuxedo on the one from the iconic PeterMJ wedding cover—

—but mostly in ways I probably would have done anyway (dark blue tux... red cummerbund... etc.) (actually now that i think about it, the comic tux is probably meant to be black, huh) and I didn't want to make it actually the same so I gave him a pleated shirt and I didn't use a carnation for his boutonniere. Instead, dogwood (to match the bouquet obviously)—all the flowers I picked I'm PRETTY sure are in-season in May in NYC. as if they couldn't just go to any random garden and get some damn roses but I wanted to be more specific.

Peter doesn't make his tuxedo XD He also doesn't buy or rent it—Johnny Storm is the one in charge here because he insists, Peter. It's a special occasion!! He'd never let his best friend who he's totally not a little bit in love with wear a rental tuxedo to his own wedding! God Forbid. Peter eventually allows him to do so under the stipulation that Johnny keeps it tasteful and classy and "not too expensive."

Which to Johnny means "expensive silks and wools."

he's probably wearing suspenders. i didn't bother drawing that.

also these fucking shoes

NO idea if Peter keeps these. I only came up with them today. He was just gonna wear normal shoes before... but again, this is tasteful a la Johnny Storm. But Peter doesn't usually have occasions to dress fancy so having weird pseudo-spat dress boots is like. "What do I even do with these?" ("Wear them!!!")

I almost made the top part white (thus, pseudo-spats) but I think that kind of requires more of a white tie look... it looks nicer black. and hides his spidey-tighties (except he's not wearing his costume under this). Snaps, too! easy on, easy off!

(vaguely based on (these shoes) btw but not 100%)

wedding rings 💍

i already drew the rings a while ago (though i did slightly modify the coloring) so that's still the same. the engagement ring is essentially Flash's very first step into admitting who she wants to be... Peter doesn't even have a proposal planned, he just asks one day over breakfast lmfao but Flash has to think about it a lot so by the time Peter gets a yes (after a serious conversation with Flash about it) Flash is also like... can I have a ring??? and Peter is like OF COURSE (and actually he did have some money saved for this but he didn't know what to do...)

he'd probably make the ring himself if she asked—he doesn't though, they get it from a jeweler. it's... not cheap but it's less than $1000 at least? benefits of being very small and discreet.

Peter probably also offers to get himself one so they're equals here esp since power dynamics is part of the serious conversation and why Flash has to think about his proposal, but it's just not practical for Science Teacher Spider-Man to have an engagement ring and also they do not have money for that many rings.

in my notes Peter is wearing his uncle's wedding ring btw 🥹 i don't think they have Richard and Mary's rings so that's probably not an option. so, resizing Uncle Ben's ring instead.

anyway...

that's everything

here's Flash again, look how pretty she is

normally she just wears comfy athletic clothes and no makeup lol

#peterflash #trans flash #nadiart #arghdesign #fanadiart #rough art #peter parker #flash thompson #came in through the window last night #fun fact: i tried to use the generic 3d models as a base to make my life easier. that didn't work out.#also considering flash getting peter an all white tallit for this... (and possibly herself as well tbh)

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dadsbongos · 9 days

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P(AV) IN V

word count - 1.5 k / warnings - unprotected sex, pinv sex, vanilla :), make up sex, fem reader who wears skirt, not beta read

summary - you and pav fight... and then make up :3 with cool kitchen counter sex ~~~

“Late,” your words slice through the warm air as soon as the front door stutters open. Your icy tone dregs that welcomed warmth, blistering it down a raw, unforgiving chill, “Hours late.”

Pavel flashes a cheesy grin, manually crinkling the corners of his eyes, “My love! You’re alive, and you’re well! We’re both still alive and well,” his rambling persists as he slides through your frigid doorway and politely stops at the shoe rack, “How amazing is that, dearest? We could perish at any given moment should All-mer will, and yet we both still stand. Breathing. And well. And still…” he sighs, hesitant to break eye contact and pull off his boots (fearful your teeth will latch onto his neck the instant it's unguarded), “Still in love.”

Your folded arms remain firm over your chest, but the stiffness of such a guarded stance at least gives Pavel the confidence you won’t pounce as he unties his shoes.

“Yes, thank All-mer, my free fool has returned home. And in a lieutenant’s uniform no less… he shames us and his beloved All-mer for that. But yes, thank All-mer he’s home,” he’s wincing at the sting of your words, knowing exactly how terribly he’s set himself up, “Three hours late.”

Pavel finishes removing his muddied boots and settling them on the bottom layer of the rack in silence. Once that job is finished, he cannot hide behind the chore any longer -- now, he is forced to confront the full wrath of a woman scorned. Not just any woman, the only woman he’s sworn himself to; and not just any kind of scorn, the kind bred from arriving three hours late for anniversary dinner.

Finally, he weaves his fingers together at the pelvis and stares with those silvery sharp eyes; golden curls that have played you like a fiddle many times before falling over his forehead. As if he’s some kind hearted businessman from the center of town pleading for his wife’s forgiveness rather than the man he actually is.

He hasn’t even presented you with a ring, yet.

“I’m very, very late,” Pavel confirms, but it’s the last you want to hear. You already know this, what you want to know is what his reasoning could possibly be -- what made him think it was appropriate to come home without so much as a bouquet of flowers? He suspires sharply, so sharp it feels like a stab right in his lung, and shoulders scrunch towards his ears defensively, “I don’t have an excuse.”

“Pav…” you’re not keen as to why you trouble yourself groaning his name. It solves nothing, the only solace you scavenge is knowing it makes guilt bloom in his chest.

Even that is shallow.

“I don’t,” Pavel removes his hat and strips the monster’s hide from his back. Another way you know Pavel is not like the businessmen in town, when he steps forward more parts bare than clothed -- only a fraction of his intent is libido, “I was working, and then it was eight.”

“‘Working’,” you scoff, turning against the kitchen counter to pore into the steel sink. Colored blobs have pooled in the bottom, shifting in time with your unsteady rocking, “You’re obsessive, this is destructive. You’re going nowhere.”

“I told you,” now his sorrow is adopting irritation, brows furrowing and jaw tensing, “I told you exactly who I was, and you said you could live with it. I told you what I wanted for my life, and you went along with me anyway. I am sorry that I’m late, but don’t you dare pretend I’m doing this regardless of you.”

Unfortunately, you cannot dissent those points. Pavel was upfront that his life’s goal was different from other men. He was willing to meet standards such as marriage or pets or owning a two-story home, but didn’t need those things. He needed to kill the Kaiser. He needed revenge. He needed Godblood on his hands.

You were an unforeseen, much appreciated, highlight on his otherwise dismal path.

And now he was muddying it all, wasn’t he?

Pavel trudges further into the kitchen, naked bar the whities on his hips and socks on his feet. He’s comfortable again, and you must be too because your shoulders slacken. He feels more human now than he had during his entire drag of work. The men he bunks with are as hideous as wild animals, their immortal stench somehow worse. Pavel had begged for this temporary leave since the turn of the new year.

Only to finally return to you hours later than he’d promised. Pavel wisens himself to feel the shame searing through every heartbeat.

“I’m sorry,” he slinks up behind you at the sink, tender arms and soft cheek melting your frostbitten exterior, “I have no excuse,” he brushes loose hairs from your temple, fingertips kissing tenderly over your skin seconds before his lips do, “You’re right, dear. I should’ve paid you more mind, but I am not graced with tact. I will be better to you.”

One of the things that drew you and Pavel to each other was a mutual understanding of fire. And hatred. And hiding beneath slumped bodies until soldiers left. You understand Pavel as much as you’re irritated with him. His obsession is your obsession. If you’d been able to dedicate yourself to combat training and wearing their ranks, you’d be no better than him.

“You’re forgiven,” you heave the words as you turn, floating your arms to loop around his neck, “But I wish you’d find a way to be more sensitive to these things.”

“I will,” he soothes.

In an effort to shift the mood, you poke a finger against his bare chest, skin cool from being exposed all day even in his discarded uniform, “Showing off to your superiors again?”

He snorts, a sly smile overtaking his face, “I have to advance at every given opportunity.”

“Bremen whore,” you ‘tsk’.

“Yes, yes, I love the attention.”

“You do have a very lovely body.”

And Pavel most certainly does love your attention.

“Oh, you don’t say?” his breathing turns cursory upon the implication of your words, “Would the pretty lady be willing to demonstrate?”

“She might. If you can promise to be good for her.”

“Always,” he swears it.

You jump back onto the kitchen counter, tugging Pavel between your thighs by the ankles around his waist, “Liar. Make it up to me.”

“If I must,” he makes a show of sighing, kneading the fat of your thighs -- pulling you closer to the edge. Calloused hands burrow under your skirts, tossing the flowing material up and snagging your panties down.

Giggling deliriously, you spread your legs as easily as he maneuvers them. Pavel slicks his right hand with his own saliva, then tucking the wetted digits inside you while thumbing your clit. He’s selfish at the end of the day, removing his fingers (sans the thumb twirling your bundle of nerves) to push his trousers halfway down his thick thighs.

He slides inside you with a heady grown, hands clenching tight around the fat of your hips. His brows pinch and lips pucker, neck craning to mouth at your neck. Kissing as he bucks leisurely into your drooly cunt, always dragging you closer. Pinning your hips with his as he babbles against your skin, nuzzling as if you’re silken.

Pavel pants and whimpers into your ear, greedily soaking up the way your nails dig into his arms and moans sing his name.

“Louder, my love,” he begs, a particular thrust driving your hips back on the counter. His hands claw you back down, “The neighbors should bang down our door- be louder, my love.”

“Insatiable,” you manage to squeal out, head tossing back until your crown is smothering the cold, hard cupboard behind you. Pavel nods shamelessly, now kissing up your cheek to your lips. Drowning out your cries despite his pleas to hear every single one.

Pavel staples you in place, pausing only a moment before hurriedly stuffing you with his cock. He stretches over you, again avaricious for your mouth on his, muffling his own groans under the sloppy stirs of his speedy thrusts. His thumb matches pace, drawing the shiver of his own name, narcissistically, into the apex of your thighs. Your mixing juices soaking his skin. Were he not edging close to climax, Pavel would be tempted to sink to his knees and worship with his mouth. The thought sears through his veins, body seizing -- he hunches unflatteringly, clutching you flush as he cums.

The sensation paired with his devoted attention to your clit cinches the knot in your gut, thighs squished around Pavel’s waist and gasps ragged.

“You’re so handsome when you’re not being a terror,” you coo as Pavel lays his head on your chest.

He snorts quietly, nodding and curling both arms around you, “So tired. You should carry me to our room.”

“If we move, you’re doing the carrying,” you yawn, scooting down to rest your back flat on the counter (causing the both of you to whimper in overstimulation at the jostling).

After a brief respite, Pavel murmurs, half-asleep on your chest, “I’m content to sleep here.”

“Of course…” you yawn again, louder, and scratch your nails through his tangled hair, “I am, too.”

“Of course,” he mimics, laughing tiredly even when you sharply yank a lock of his hair.

#pavel x reader #pavel yudin x reader #pav x reader #fear and hunger x reader #fear and hunger fanfic

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jiminsass-istant · 4 months

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Colour : Jimin

I think about Colour : Freedom part of the photo folio a lot. It's literally my roman empire. I think about it at least thrice a day. (Contd.)

Perhaps I wouldn't think about it so much if it was just for an album concept. But we know that all photo folios were self directed. The members had full creative freedom and creative help. Jimin decided to show us 'parts of himself'. He called this particular look 'unrefined boy' and even compared this look to HYYH concepts. For some reason, Jimin has always been attached to HYYH, that album holding a very special meaning for him. Even tattoed 'young forever' on himself. I digress.

So they had full creative freedom to decide the elements put into this photoshoot. And one CANNOT argue that he just did what the stylists asked him to. Jimin won't let these elements into a photoshoot that shows sides of 'HIMSELF' if he wasn't aware of the implications. The lights, the symbolism, the outfits, the temporary tattoos, the props. I repeat, these photos are not for an album or a magazine or a song or a commercial. They're just to represent him. Some other members decided to do more conceptual/fictional shoots- jk with vampire aesthetic, V with vintage european aesthetic, jin with concepts related to sea. But Jimin clearly said he wanted to show different sides of himself.

Now one might say, he was just trying to show his 'gender neutral charm'. But there are so many ways to do that, instead of inserting obvious queer elements. We have other 'gender neutral' charm artists and kpop idols. He could have just shown the feminine and masculine sides, busts of artemis, apollo with gender neutral clothes. But he had to write 'free love' on his arm, and wear THAT t-shirt.

Same with the Robert Mapplethorpe pants in Like Crazy MV. He won't wear pants with some dude's face on it, for the title song about his own experience, for an album about his own self, and NOT ask the stylist about the face on his pants. The same pants that will be immortalised in Youtube forever in his debut title track MV. Jimin knows who that dude is. A 1-minute google search will tell you that Mapplethorpe was a well known celebrity photographer, famous for striking bnw photos and controversial shoots. Notable ones being - the one where he blurs the boundaries of genders, female and male nudes, gay male BDSM photography etc.

I remember how once there was massive backlash on BTS because one of the members was seen wearing a tshirt with the Japan atom bombs attack print on it with the text 'liberation of korea'. I might be wrong. But that made a lot of noise and even a BTS radio show in japan was cancelled. So you cannot tell me that bts members are not careful with what they wear, especially after that incident.

I know a lot of 'woke' armies said we shouldn't assume things about him. But..we aren't blind either. So I guess it's -

If you get it, you get it. If you don't, you don't.

We'll never get to see all the layers of his personality on camera and that's alright. And no, we'll never ever get to know any possible queer life experience related to him. (Keyword: possible) There are limits to what he shows to fans.

Thinking of putting down some more thoughts on the entire photofolio. I observed there's a story in it too. Maybe someday.

PS: I hope you realise that I'm not talking from a shipper perspective. That is about something Jimin is actively expressing, not about what fans speculate/analyse. This post is about Jimin and Jimin only.

Tags are only for me.

#colour jimin #jimin thoughts assistant

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athousandbyeol · 9 months

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discussion #7 (only friends): mew's loneliness— isolation of mew's hidden madness (light versus dark)

mew is a very interesting character to me because he's so layered and mysterious. everyone thinks he's A when he's definitely not only A but B, C, D, etc.

i've mentioned this in my previous posts, we don't really know mew's intention and his thought process. even when top is crying while hugging him, mew doesn't shed a tear despite being the victim of top's lies.

it's so fascinating that mew has so many walls surrounding him and they don't break. people don't break him— well, probably top will— but mew isn't one to lament his sadness. instead of spiralling in despair, mew will rise and seek revenge.

this will be a very short post. i just want to emphasise mew's facial expression which i find eerie and bone-chilling (again, kudos to p'book for this excellent portrayal of mew).

is it loneliness or madness?

there's this scene in the trailer that catches my attention from the first watch. it's the scene when top says, "mew might have many friends, but he has only one boyfriend." afterwards, he takes mew away from (seemingly) ray's house (i guess he's throwing a party or something).

my speculation is mew might've been the one driving. so mew will drive back to his place and top sees him off like in this bts picture;

and top (adorably) waves goodbye at mew (i can't find that post to link this with... i'm sorry...)

however, i wonder if top calls boston or it's the other way around because this shirt top is wearing—

—is what he wears when he meets boston.

top is sitting on the passenger's seat which somehow strengthens the idea that boston is the one seeking top that (rainy and cold) night. and the rest... well, the car broke.

however, something else catches my interest.

this.

when i saw it for the first time, my heart truly shattered. he looked so lonely. mew seemed so hopeless and isolated, helplessly staring at the fishes in the aquarium, probably contemplating the promises top made or the i love you top said before they parted.

but then it hit me— mew is crazy. in a good way (?). he's downright insane that it gave me tingles (and still do).

i think there are so many ways to perceive this shot of mew. but i believe there's a reason why there's more emphasis on the light from the aquarium and the darkness of mew's room.

light (what people think of mew)

many of us collectively agree that mew is kind. in the intro post, p'book explained mew is helpful and honest. he's willing to do anything for his friends if they're in need of help.

the light that rains on half of his face indicates mew still has that in him— kindness. empathy. if nothing triggers the ugly side of him, this is what we'll get from mew— his unrelenting kindness.

dark (what we don't see)

it's ironic how the room isn't entirely black. there are tinges of dark blue— somehow parallel to the aquarium or the ocean— blue, deep and vast.

the darkness that covers the other half of mew's face signifies the monster mew hides (or he never knows of its existence until top turns his world downside up). it's blue, seemingly a positive colour. but blue can also mean passiveness and sadness.

i guess, at this point in their relationship, mew is starting to get hints of top's dishonesty. but he's still unsure because as if he's drowning, he only sees top as a saviour and not a betrayer. he can't wrap the possibilities of top cheating on him because how can top still say he loves mew even when he's seeing someone else? that doesn't make sense, yes?

additionally, it's also ironic (and heartbreaking) how this scene might be shown in between the topboston scene (or before/after). it adds so much to the depth of mew's sadness and isolation because mew might believe top is already at home or somewhere else but fucking his best friend in a damn car. i believe mew's light will fade the more top lies to him.

there's madness in those eyes that hides the surging anger so well. behind those glasses and that aloof expression, mew is somewhat already sensing the doom of his relationship with top. but he can't point fingers at top yet— not when pieces of evidence aren't enough to back him up. but this is the headstart for mew. this is when his light begins to disappear.

conclusion

mew is seriously playing with my sanity and morality because i'm team mew of all people but this guy... wow. just what on earth is going on in that pretty head of yours, mew?

i'm taking this chance to applaud p'book's acting again. he's amazing. there's so much to mew that is still yet to explore and i'm so thrilled to unravel and witness the changes mew will show throughout the series. i hope whatever the directors/scriptwriters and p'book have built up for mew won't go to waste. if mew is everything we thought he is and isn't, this will be p'book's best craft to date (but cher will always be my number one <3)

anyway, it's tomorrow.

are we ready to give only friends a try?

[1 | 2 | 3 | 4 (i) | 4 (ii) | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12]

#ofts #only friends #only friends the series #only friends series #ofts discussion #ofts analysis #ofts meta #analysis #discussion #meta #mew only friends #top only friends #topmew #book kasidet #force jiratchapong #forcebook #mew's brief character study #na discusses

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transmasc-advice-blog · 3 months

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I have a friend who never takes off his binder. Literally NEVER. He sleeps in it, works out in it, wears it 24/7. I'm concerned about him. He knows that it isn't safe, but his dysphoria is just too bad. I don't want to pressure him into taking it off because that could make his mental health much worse, and at the end of the day I don't get to tell him what to do with his own body. He's a minor and at least 3 years away from being able to get top surgery. I'm sending this to a few different trans blogs so I can get as many ideas as possible.

i would introduce him to some alternative binding techniques. trans tape, two layered sports bras, men’s compression shirts, etc. help him find something that works but isn’t as harmful as a binder. maybe instead of going to him and saying “no, stop that” you could make a plan together. maybe start with just wearing a sports bra when going to sleep instead of a binder, then lean into the sports bra when working out (maybe try and find some real baggy work out clothes). try and pinpoint some things that make dysphoria worse. maybe he absolutely needs to wear a binder when working out because he goes to a gym with other people there, if so maybe he would be more inclined to switch to a sports bra if you set up a way for him to work out alone. maybe part of the reason he wears a binder to sleep is he can feel his chest when he doesn’t, if so maybe he could try hugging a pillow or even putting the pillow in his shirt or something like that (sounds weird, just bear with me). also tell him wearing a binder that much can mess up top surgery results (i’m not that knowledgeable on that, but you could do more research on that if you want). you could also get him a binder a size up. try and notice if he seems to be in pain when he moves around or bends over or anything. he may be hiding pain that is being caused by his binder.

good luck, hope this helps!

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alexanderlightweight · 1 year

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if the prompt ask is still open - Magnus's closet, please

Wow okay so this went in a different way then planned. But I very much hope you like it.

Uhm non-angst misunderstandings, lack of communication but they both get where they want in the end. Accidental subspace, Dom Magnus/Sub Alec. Accidental collaring — but no take backs allowed lol Alec knows what he wants. He just doesn’t know that what he wants is a thing.

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Magnus’ closet is just like Magnus, magical. Alec thinks to himself as he wanders inside.

It’s bigger inside — like a tardis— Magnus had laughed and Alec still doesn’t know what a tardis is, exactly. But Magnus said he’ll find out eventually and that all Alec currently needs to understand is that Magnus’ closet is a dimensional pocket.

Which makes sense. Because when you enter, it’s bigger than the rest of the loft combined.

It has sections. And more organization and variety than the Clave archives.

Magnus doesn’t keep all of his clothes in it. It depends on his general mood per decade. But it does have almost half of his jewelry and Alec loves to browse through it. Sometimes, Magnus is with him, and Alec gets to learn where or why or who Magnus got something from.

It’s both a peek into history and a chance to learn more about Magnus, and Alec is greedy for every opportunity to do so.

For now, Alec goes to the section that contains ‘shadowhunter vibes’ as Magnus explained.

All of the clothing in the closet now has a layer of magic. To resize for whoever puts it on and it’s been amazing. Alec never realized how awful it was to pull already tight clothing over inflamed muscles and swollen limbs. But now, whenever he’s healing at Magnus’, the clothes accommodate Alec's injuries.

Magnus acts like it’s nothing, but Alec loves him all the more for adding Alec to the closet’s magic.

Alec pauses over the normal shirts and bypasses them after a thought. Magnus is always doing so much for Alec, and he asks for so little. So Alec is trying to learn and do the small things Magnus mentions offhandedly, when he thinks Alec isn’t paying attention.

But Alec is always paying attention, how can he possibly not pay attention to Magnus.

So Alec pulls on the burgundy jeans Magnus once wistfully mentioned he’d like to see ‘on his Alexander’.

He’s not sure which of the many shirts and sweaters Magnus has mentioned wanting to see Alec in will go best with the pants he’s wearing. He tries to imagine what Magnus would like and hesitates, before going with a darker, specific green that Magnus had muttered ‘would make your eyes pop, pretty boy’.

It’s not too different from what he normally wears. And Alec knows Magnus won’t begrudge him taking his time in changing his style. He knows that Magnus doesn’t expect him to, and would never ask him.

But Alec wants Magnus to ask him for things. And if Magnus won’t ask outright, Alec will show him that he can.

So Alec picks a necklace. One of the simple leather ones, it closes with magic when he connects the ends and sits snug around his neck. Too tightly for anyone to use it as leverage, but it moves with him enough that he can breathe easily.

He’s never seen Magnus wear any of the rows upon rows of leather, metal and fabric short necklaces — Alec thinks they might be choker or collar styled, but he’s not sure which terms apply to what jewelry.

So Alec thinks Magnus just might not be into them right now. Or maybe he got them for Alec, never actually intending to ask in case Alec felt pressured.

As if doing things Magnus wants doesn’t give Alec a thrill of delight and a greedy, selfish part of him wants Magnus to skip learning to ask and just demand what Magnus wants.

Because Alec loves doing what Magnus wants him to. As if Alec finds a reason to exist in pleasing Magnhs, the way all nephilim exist to follow Raziel’s orders and please their angelic sire.

But Alec never truly felt that same calling. And so he devoted himself to family and laws in hopes of finding his calling there.

But he never found it. Until Magnus.

So while it wouldn’t surprise Alec if Magnus ordered a variety of necklaces — one Magnus probably picked so they wouldn’t hinder Alec’s ability in the field— Alec also doubts Magnus would actually tell Alec they’re for him.

So Alec smooths his fingers over dark black leather. It doesn’t look like it from the outside but it’s smooth and butter soft against his skin. There is a little metal circle with a stylized MB on the front. Alec wishes it were Magnhs’ initials — a brand claiming him— but he sees the amount of random initials all over clothes and jewelry and has a feeling it’s a mundane establishment.

He adds a few rings and a leather bracelet, he wants to work his way up to fancier bangles. So the thick, almost cuff-like bracelet is a compromise. Alec doesn’t want to accidentally break something delicate until he’s used to wearing jewelry.

Also he likes the sturdiness of the leather he’s picked. They feel almost comforting, a solid reminder that he’s draped in things Magnus wants to see him in.

There’s a little giddy feeling growing inside of him as he pulls out one of the snack boards from the fridge and adds fruit and cheese to it.

He still isn’t the best at making drinks, so Alec opens a bottle of wind and finds himself humming as he pours two glasses.

Magnus sometimes says that wine should be aired out, but Alec sips from his own glass and lets Magnus cup breathe by itself. There’s a strange warmth spreading over him, one that reminds him of alcohol, but better and Alec chases the feeling. Drinking the wine to try and settle deeper into the warmth that reminds him of Magnus.

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Magnus comes home to find his gorgeous shadowhunter half into subspace, sipping wine by a charcuterie board and looking divine.

When Magnus granted Alexander access to his closet, he tried very carefully not to overly influence his lover. Magnus has been told he’s ‘too much’ more than once and he doesn’t want it to happen with Alexander. Especially when he knows a little of just how conservatively nephilim are raised.

Alexander is dressed in the burgundy jeans that Magnus was aching to see him in. Dark reds are gorgeous on Alexander and Magnus still has plans on seeing him someday covered with the blood of their enemies, on some distant but inevitable battlefield.

This cements his wish to see it.

The dark olive is a perfect complement that brings out the green in Alexander’s hazel eyes. But what takes Magnus' breath away, is the glossy, devoted look on Alexander’s face and the leather collar tight around his shadowhunters neck.

“And what did I do to deserve such a divine surprise?” Magnus asks, voice low as he pushes Alexander slowly to his knees and follows, until he’s straddling Alexander, the carpet thick under Magnus’ knees.

Alexander makes a sound like Magnus' question hurts him and thrusts up, their groins connecting for a minute before large hands clumsily pull Magnus down for a sloppy, desperate kiss.

“You deserve everything.” His sweet shadowhunter promises, no guile in his eyes or vow. “I want you to have everything, anything, Magnus. Always.” His shadowhunter is deep in subspace, accidentally, and Magnus isn’t sure what pushed him into it — but he can guess and he can hope. So he’ll have to be careful with what he does to ensure that Alexander enjoys this experience — Magnus is going to make sure Alexander craves the feeling Magnus is going to evoke in him. But he’s also going to need to be careful not to drop his beautiful, innocent sub, who just awakened a very deeply hidden part of Magnhs.

And Alexander doesn’t understand what he’s saying. What’s he promising. What Magnus wants to take.

And he doesn’t know the significance of collars. Magnus knows that Alec doesn’t know. Has heard his shadowhunter reference the collars Magnus displayed — torturing himself with the possibility but never actually hoping Alexander would wear them— as ‘short necklaces.’

But he’s too hungry, too raw to deny himself when it’s being offered so earnestly.

So he kisses Alexander, and lets that promise create something new. His magic pulses through the collar and Alexander moans under him, submitting to the kiss and the way Magnus’ magic is pressing against his throat every time Alexander takes a desperate breath.

Magnus is going to take everything he’s been denying himself, and when he’s done he’s going to put Alexander back together again. And Alexander is going to beg for it.

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calliedion-dungeon · 1 year

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𖤐 Sweet Lip Balm

Part 1

Second part of Dark Lipstick.

Cardinal Copia/Reader Fem/V

Word Count: 4.2k

Summary: Even though you end up going out with Copia by accident, you don't stop buying the things that interest you the most, your favorite hobby, you take him with you and have a pleasant and friendly chat with him... in a sex shop.

Warnings: +18 MDNI, Sex Toys, Descriptions of Masturbation, Non-Graphic Smut, Adults going to a sex shop, Adults Fantazicing with each other, Accidental Summoning. hehe

“It’s fine… Everything’s fine… This is normal” You keep telling to yourself over and over as you roam around the halls of the mall with the Cardinal by your side, you went to the mall together to look for some little things that some people need in the abbey, to do the favor, not because it was mandatory, you expected to go alone, but you don't remember who suggested that one of the people in charge of handling the money also go with you so you ended up going with the Cardinal, to whom you hadn't talked about anything outside of work after that day.

That day it seemed that the heat bothered both of you, you were wearing light clothes, you had never seen him with only one or two layers of clothing, for yourself you had decided to bring smaller clothes and not exactly suitable for the office, his clothes were quite normal, within what is possible, because he continued with his usual paints on his face, he looked like a tycoon ready to go out on his yacht. It was refreshing in every way, if you think it hard enough this might even look like a date, the thought warms your heart, just walk around together shopping and talking about anything, that doesn’t mean that like many other times you stared at the back of his pants, now that you could see everything in much more detail, you sigh without him noticing, or so you thought.

“Are you tired, Y/N?” he asked when he turned around “We can sit down, vieni qui, riposati un attimo” he says, finding a bench near you, his voice is so sweet, it’s unbearably endearing how attentive he is, even if he could be faking it, he actually looks interested when you talk about the clothing you like. You notice you are in the hallway where you had planned to look for something for yourself, one of the reasons why you wanted to come alone.

“Oh! Uh… can you wait for me here? if you don’t mind I have to go look for something in particular” You say it as nicely as possible, your smile has him dozing for a second, hearing half of your sentence, he wasn’t sure you weren't leaving him or running from him.

“Surely, do you want me to take the bag?” he said pointing at the bag on your wrist.

“It’s ok, thank you, I’ll be right back” you smile at him before turning, making your skirt flow a little, as you walk away, he also takes a moment to appreciate the view, but not too long, it only took Copia the second he checks his watch to lose the sight of you, he frowns at the loss.

You feel a little relieved to be alone, even if you’re enjoying the day with him, you’re also anxious, it’s just a little too much being that nervous all the time, and you’re sure you were sweating a little, you didn't tell him where you were going, but you already entered the store when you realized that, you walk slowly through the narrow aisles of the store, past the piercings , moving all the ritual-making accoutrements, some fake some of surprisingly good quality, to the darkest part of the shop, all the way to the back.

You smile when you see all the toys around you, with images of people showing how harnesses are used, latex dolls and clothes that are little more than lace and leather straps, the smell of incense intoxicates you and makes you feel warm immediately, a tune of a song plays, a familiar song and you sing while searching through the vibrators.

“…Que con este amor, el corazón se te va a desgarrar, y que sea mi culpa, que sea, que sea mi culpa…” you sing carelessly wiggling your hips, thinking about how delicious could be to do the things the song says, you lean forward, vending at the waist looking at the price tags, taking your time “…Necesito hielo, me sube la fiebre y esta calurosa, cuando me seduce y me dice…”

“Y/N?” says the Cardinal’s voice from behind, he startled you, with your hand, you instinctively check if your skirt wasn't too high so that your butt showed too much, probably yes.

He hardly looked at you, he was too distracted observing the obscene amount of toys that surround you two, blushing noticeably, you have to think quick, you didn't want to make him feel uncomfortable, but you know it's not right to ignore it, it's not what a grown up would do, on the contrary, talking about it will normalize the topic between the two of you, yes, that's the wisest thing to do.

“Yes?” you asked him nonchalantly, snapping him out of his slight shock, you forced yourself to not look at him for long and pretend to keep looking for another toy.

“Uh… Sister Amber called and wanted to ask you for a pint of Rocky Road…” he didn't want to appear immature either and spoke almost diplomatically “Sorry for interrupting you, I’ll wait outside”

“Come on, C, don’t you wanna check what’s in here?” you cheer him up a bit, your nerves shake your chest, there was a reason why you hadn't invited him, but as you had already thought, you have to talk about it to be more at peace together.

“I thought most of these things are for… well people with… you know…” He is almost never direct with what he says and with these topics he becomes more self-conscious, you cannot figure out what he is referring to but you decide to guess.

“Made for…vaginas?” you raise an eyebrow.

“That’s what I thought” it’s so incomprehensible how far away someone his age can be from knowing something that for you is so basic, so instinctive.

“Not at all! Everything here is for all” you say excited, it's always fun to talk about it, but the fact of doing it with him gives it a special touch, like a sting that doesn’t hurt “See? Here’s a cock ring, buttplugs and this flesh light over here, ooh! A monster series! Cool!”

“Well, I don’t have guidance about this, as you can see, these are very pretty” he says looking closer at the lingerie, you take mental note that he lingers his gaze at the baby dolls and fishnet stockings rather than the straps and costumes.

“Then buy one, go ahead” you encourage him, you can’t assume he doesn’t want to wear it.

“Oh no, not for me…” then for who? You think to yourself.

“For me then? Would you help me?” You immediately regret saying that, his reaction is mixed for you, he places the packet of stockings on the hanger where it was, but you see perfectly that he smiles, maybe out of nervousness.

“Uh…” he hesitates to answer, you could swear his eyes are even wider than before, feeling you closer staring at him.

“Just kidding, I already have several of these” you say trying to make things easier for him “The toys too, I have this, and that, but didn’t like the texture of this one…”

“You know a lot about this, don’t you?” he asks you finally turning to look at you, you feel relief, although he’s still blushing, he is willing to continue the conversation and that satisfies you.

“Maybe, it’s my passion. In my previous job, we were all girls, they often order our boss to bring us the dildos that we asked for on his trips, I never asked at the time” you smile at him warmly.

“You have a large collection then, for how long have you been…uh…” He looks at everything in front of him, perhaps making a mental note of which ones you have.

“Masturbating?” you tease him, as soon as you speak you can’t help but laugh.

“Yes… No! no… I mean your collection” you laugh louder at his mistake, or was it? He also chuckles a little joining you.

“I think…” you want to answer his question, but you genuinely didn’t think about when you started it “Six months…? Not that long actually” you say, trying to count in your head, slightly before or after you entered the ministry, you realize.

“And you say you already have several of these? Aren’t they usually for someone else to see, right?” he says talking about the lacy baby dolls and sexy lingerie, there is a different tone to that question, like he was forcing himself to ask that, like he didn’t want to actually know the answer, maybe he was just being polite.

“You’re asking me if I put these on, for somebody? No, I do it for me, because I love how it looks, sure, if I had someone that enjoys it as much as I do I would, but mostly this is for me”

“I’m glad to hear it… about you being so comfortable, it’s uh... very healthy” he clears his throat and pulls the collar of his shirt a gently, you noticed he’s been looking at one in particular, a regal blue satin and black lace baby doll.

“Thank you. Now! We’re not going out of here empty handed, let’s pick something…” you say taking a big box with the item you want.

“Sure… why not?” he says still looking around for a bit, brushing his mustache with his thumb and index in front of the cock rings, but looking with the corner of his eye where you’re standing while you read the box.

“I know I’m picking this one, it’s easier to clean and accumulates less bacteria, also I did not love the texture of the latex ones… and it’s pretty, see? Clear glass” he looks at the one you picked only nodding at first, you think his breathing falters.

“Very pretty, si. You might need lubricant as well” he dares to suggest, you’re happy that he’s comfortable talking with you, and you feel comfortable with him because he’s not acting childish about all this, so much you almost forget to feel aroused by him.

“Oh no, I don’t need that, ever…” you just had to say it proudly and laughed by yourself “See anything you like?” you look at him, when he doesn’t answer and find his eyes piercing right through you.

“Let’s see, maybe…there is something…” He talks, stopping to look at you, he suddenly became so tense, he hesitates in his movements, shaking his thoughts.

“You don’t want me to see? I’ll go pay for this and see you at the door” you say smiling, the curiosity is killing you, but obviously you’ve pushed far enough for today, so you go to pay.

When you walk out the door, you wait for him for a few minutes, you try to see if he really took something for himself or was going to pretend to, but from among the shirts you manage to see that he is actually paying for a large dark box, although not you can’t see what it is. The emotion makes a knot in your core, at least in those few minutes alone you are almost in ecstasy for all the interaction you have had with Copia, every second has been a success for you and you can't wait to break it all down in your head, second to delicious second, but this isn’t over, you remind yourself when he approaches with the black bag tied in a knot in his hand.

“Look what I found at the cashier, it’s so small and pretty and tastes like pineapple” you say as he approaches you, before he says one more thing.

“Oh… what is it? Lip balm?” you show him an uncovered small container in which he can see a kind of cream.

“Mmmm… of course it tastes artificial, but I like it, what do you think?” When he rubs his gloved fingers in the balm, he presses too hard and almost all his finger is smeared, he smiles at the little accident and tries to put the cream back on the tiny container before tasting it and examining the texture.

“It’s good, but my tongue it’s getting a little numb and tingles, I think I’m allergic to this, Y/N” he says with a little slick on his lips still.

“That’s supposed to happen” you giggle at the sight of the balm on his lower lip “It’s to put on the nipples, it numbs a little so you can rub them longer, I guess this is one of the things that it’s for two people to use, you have a little here…” you can’t help to do it yourself, you rub your thumb on his lip, but that gesture is nothing but a tender touch.

“I see… one applies the balm and the other…” he says lost in his thoughts until you reached to clean his lip, action by which he widens his eyes looking at you, without finishing his sentence, feeling your soft fingers on him is not something he expected, after you wipe the remaining balm you finish his sentence, he even stopped breathing.

“Licks it off…” as you mimic what you just said, licking the pineapple balm off your fingers, he stares intently “We should go then, what did you buy?” you ask trying to reach for his bag, but he pulls it out of your reach amused “You’re not going to show me?”

“Nope” He smiles at himself, amused that you try to take the bag, but he throws it over his shoulder along with the other bags.

“But you did buy something” you jokingly insist.

“Maybe I did” he raises his eyebrows feigning dementia.

“I know you did, but fine…” you laugh a little and don’t touch the topic on your way back to the ministry.

Your heart is full of pleasure for the pleasant day that you have spent with him, although it was not a date as it is, at least in your mind you’re happy that it has happened, you no longer want to run away from what you feel, enough time has passed, but how to start?

Meanwhile he thanks Satan for every second that has passed that day, it has been a dream come true and more, a fantasy come true, he feels that the opportunity he has been given will help him to be more relaxed with you, to be more sincere and be close to you; as you have him completely hypnotized with your open character, your assertive words and honest smile, adding the fact that you are a damn temptation for him only adds extra points.

During the way to get there, Copia asks you several times if you are okay, he turns on the air conditioning to put it on maximum, because you don't stop sweating, it makes you a little embarrassed, but you almost feel like you could melt plastic just by being close , you don’t feel suffocated, you don’t feel dizzy, you don’t need water, you are just boiling in your body without any discomfort from it, when you arrive at the ministry to deliver the things, you go home almost immediately, Sister Amber was upset because her ice cream arrived completely melted, you know you're to blame for it.

You didn’t kiss him goodbye, certain that you might burn him, he just noticed that you fled, missing the proper farewell, and he was planning on doing something after, like asking you to go out and eat, but the chance was gone, he didn’t wanted the day to end yet. He excuses himself, as he was so tired from walking and driving so much, which was true, but it was rather the weight of the emotions he had with you all day, he scolded himself a bit for not being faster, but he is happy that he will be able to see you later.

His heart beats fast and strong, he looks at the dark bag while he takes off his clothes, now alone in his room, he removes his suspenders, he throws he throws his pants to the chair in the corner of his room, he was thinking of taking a bath, but the curiosity of what he just bought is much stronger, because it is not only having something new, but the memory of having it is directly linked to you.

He sits on the edge of the bed, only in his shirt, which has been left open, while he reads the box palming himself and breathing heavily; so many things flash in his mind, in an effort to keep his arousal on the raise, he thinks of you, as he has done many times, but this is different, he has his brand new toy, he teases himself on the tip by rubbing it against the entrance, which lips are in the shape of bat wings, he hisses remembering your legs under that skirt, your finger on your lips licking the balm, he can’t wait any longer and slides his throbbing member aching for more into the red fleshlight.

It’s almost too much for him at first, he had to stop moving to catch his breath, shaking his head, he realizes the precum is well enough for himself, reminding that you said that you didn’t need any lube, that sends a shock all over his body, curling his toes already, but not yet finished, he needs to imagine you tightening around him, he tries to imagine you on your back to him, no, it doesn't work, he needs to see your face, he needs to know that he can fuck you the way you like, feeling himself give into temptation.

Moving faster, something's still missing, he presses his lips and eyes together as he slides out, leaking precum in abundance to the floor, he needs a little more stability, so he tucks the fleshlight between the mattresses of his bed, kneeling down for good measure height, he takes a pillow so that he can squeeze something with his fists, sadly, those aren’t your hips.

He starts thrusting in earnest, his shirt moving at the pace, he can’t help look down at the tight entrance that swallows him whole, he yearns for your warmth, for now its soft as he moans letting himself go, he squeezes the pillow between his hands as if it’s your waist. In his sight is one of his gloves, the one that had a bit of pineapple balm, he tries it hoping to have a bit of that sweetness that makes him feel close to what your nipples should taste like, even if it is not the same, the taste causes a heat wave on him.

“Cazzo… you’re so perfect, mi bella” he feels himself coming faster “Oh Y/N… oh Y/N… Y/N! Come to me…” he slams deeper inside the fleshlight losing himself, causing him to moan louder, muffling his noises against the pillow until he came down…

When you got home, you could see your reddish skin, burning, but nothing hurt, it was strange, you didn't feel the heat that you knew was in you, you had already stopped sweating, you entered the bathtub and turned on the ice water as hard as possible, it was so cold that your shampoo was getting gelatinous, however, when you got out of the shower, you saw in the mirror how steam was literally coming out of your body, you were drying quickly, without having to use the towel.

Added to this, your fever did not go away so much in temperature as in arousal, you could no longer think straight, you had to do something, you are ready to take out your entire arsenal of toys and if possible you would use them all, while you do not stop caressing your breasts, taking advantage of having the pineapple balm nearby, licking your fingers greedily before rubbing where you need it most.

You bite your lips hard when you use the little lipstick together with the new glass toy, both will remind you of Copia from now on, you smile when you think of him, how could he be tickling you with his mustache in the most hidden places of your body, helping you lower the fever that you haven't been able to satisfy for months, months... that have been the same since you met him.

You rub and pinch anywhere you can desperately, feeling the toy inside you, moaning loudly and screaming at the oversensitivity, but then, something snaps, something you can't control, you feel as if something is stretching inside you more than the toy already caused, lying on the bed, your body moves with a force that is not yours, something strange but that takes you to orgasm in a matter of seconds.

You feel how you tighten with each thrust towards the toy, your whimpers turn into sharp screams, you feel every pore of your body as it is flooded with small touches of happiness; although it has been one of the best you've ever had, you are disconcerted by what has happened, a pressure and itching on your face makes you get up. You put on a black lace robe and go to the bathroom to look at yourself in the mirror, still moaning delicately, but that person in the mirror is a partial stranger to you.

“What is this? Did veins pop out in my eyes? My teeth!” You see your canines as they have grown twice in size, your eyes are completely black, nothing white can be seen in them and there is pressure or itching in the parietal region, but nothing can be seen.

You are not so surprised, mother said that this should happen one day, but after the age of 18 you were already too old for it to develop, you had already lost hope, you thought that you simply did not inherit anything from your father, and you were just another human like your mother... but why now?

You lie down in your bed to think, and a little calmer, your sexual arousal is still latent, but it is numb for the moment, you were so sure of everything and now things will surely change, luckily you work in the right place, maybe there are people who know what to do with someone like...

Suddenly, you stop hearing everything, only your heart that is burning, galloping like a wild horse in your chest, you stop having vision for a few seconds, you feel that you float and fall, luckily it is something soft that breaks your fall and you bounce a little, you can look around you, you don’t recognize the place where you have appeared, to your right there is a rather naked Cardinal Copia looking at you kneeling on the floor next to the bed with wide eyes and pale as a sheet as well as a little flustered. You yell and run away to the other side of the room, he grabs his shirt as quickly as possible and covers what little he can reach without getting up.

“Where the fuck am I!?” you scream covering your face.

“Y/N, how did you get in here!?” yells the Cardinal grouching next to the bed, he tucks the fleshlight further into the mattress so it’s not seen, he searches around looking for any clothing for his bottom half.

“Shit! I’m sorry, I don’t know! Where’s the door?” you stretch one arm without removing you hand from your face.

“Wait” He takes you by the wrists making you uncover your face, he is wearing his unbuttoned shirt and has some boxers on, he examines your expression carefully “How did you appear in here?” he asks you having you very close, raising an eyebrow.

“I don’t know, I swear…” you say whimpering in a very high-pitched voice. He changes his expression when he looks into your eyes without letting go of your wrists with his bare hands.

“What happened to your eyes?” he interrupts.

“Uhh…” you hesitate, you never mentioned to him what you really are.

“And your teeth? May I see?” you open slightly your mouth, showing off your new teeth.

“I know this is weird, but I swear I was at my home laying on the bed and then I just… out of the blue I appeared here like I was…” out of nervousness you keep yapping, but you stop noticing that he seems to have realized something important.

“Summoned?”

“How? I mean… oh? Oh! Did you just…?” of course, he is sweaty, he was naked in bed, would it be very egocentric to attribute it to you? You smile coyly now that you both realize what happened.

“Y/N, please don’t hate me!” he lets go of your wrists, getting all adorably flustered again.

“Just because it’s you I feel flattered” You laugh with him, trying not to make him feel embarrassed, pretending that knowing it hasn't turn you on again, you decide as you grin at him and he smirks at you, that you won't hide that for long, not anymore.

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