#((And the pendant is attached to a choker he wears around his neck. It's an amulet to him.))

[antihibikase-archive]

Eternal Flower, Acro Cogita

Nephew of Miss Cogita- and the unknown younger cousin of Volo Cogita.

Born in a secluded village in Kalos, surrounded by sentries of psychic-type Pokemon- particularly, the entirety of the Ralts line.

As the only child in his village, he is considered a blessing, and the village's treasure- however, since he's surrounded by grown-ups and elders, he adapts their way of thinking and speech at a young age.

Devout follower and believer of Arceus, even more so than the elders who are raising him. He wears only the robes and rejects most of his Aunt Cogita's gifts in favor of living a simplistic lifestyle- though he wears a tear-drop shaped pendant.

Cleans the temple devoted to Arceus daily, as well as prays often. When he's not serving Arceus, he's reading books brought to him by his aunt, or picking berries and flowers in the outskirts of the village.

He's picked (and worn) a rare coloration of a Kalosian flower that is said to symbolize eternal life.

His only playmates consist of Elgyem, Wynaut, Mime Jr., and Espurr. Often guarded by a Woobat, Indeedee, Gardevoir, and Gallade.

[beansprean]

I adore Derek’s new gothpunk e-boy aesthetic and am sprinkling my own weeb hc on top!! I love him 😍

(Feel free to use his nakey self if you want to draw other fits on him, just don’t erase the watermark!)

(ID in alt and under cut)

ID: 1. Full body of Derek smiling nervously, left hand at his side and the other held up like ‘nya’. He is wearing a black studded collar, a scoop neck black shirt with crying anime eyes, bleach stained light jeans cuffed over black combat boots, and a puffy camouflage jacket with a hood. He also has fingerless gloves and several chains attached to o rings looped around his belt.

2. Repeat. Derek is wearing a dark blue long sleeves shirt with thumb holes, frayed hems, and elbow patches under a tattered white tee shirt with horizontal rips that says "blood lust rave" in dripping black font. Beneath are black jeans with a studded belt and red suspenders hanging tucked into knee high burgundy leather combat boots. He has on several gold and silver rings, a tattoo choker, a studded collar, a long necklace with a few rings, and a dark red beanie.

3. Repeat. Derek is wearing a black and white striped long sleeve turtleneck under a black Otoboke Beaver tee shirt and loose black jeans tucked into white platform boots. He has several silver rings a silver chain around his neck, and another looped through several o rings around his belt.

4. Repeat. Derek is wearing a loose dark red striped sweater with a rip at the neckline affixed with safety pins, dark wash skinny jeans with multiple rips down the thighs and knees over fishnet tights, and checkered high top sneakers. He has dogtags, a pentagram necklace, and a studded collar around his neck and multiple chains, padlocks, and handcuffs hanging from his belt with o rings.

5. Repeat. Derek is wearing a dark loose sweater with thumb holes, a ripped off collar connected with safety pins, and fishnet material from the waist down. It's tucked into loose black skater pants with dangling hooks and suspenders and an askew studded belt, unzipped at the calf to show red material underneath. Black converse peek out beneath the flared cuffs.

6. Repeat. Derek is wearing a white collared shirt under a black tee shirt that says “vampire weekday” in slashy red font and black jeans with red splatter on the knees tucked into red ankle boots. He has on several rings, a few chains and a padlock around his neck, and a studded belt.

7. Repeat. Derek is wearing a short sleeve dark grey button up with a white scallop pattern and rolled sleeves, unbuttoned past his sternum to show off the gold pendant around his neck. The shirt is tucked into dark wash jeans with a snakeskin belt, cuffs rolled to mid calf, a few inches above shiny burgundy ankle boots.

8. Repeat. Derek is wearing a pale lavender turtleneck with black fishnet sleeves that hook around his fingers like gloves tucked into black skinny jeans with a studded belt. He has a thick black studded collar with an o ring and a matching harness strapped across his chest, the center o ring attached to a leash he holds in his left hand. He has several chains attached to o rings at his belt and his jeans are tucked into huge black gothic platform boots with several straps.

9. Repeat. Derek is wearing an oversized black hoodie over distressed and ripped up jeans and scuffed brown hiking boots with the laces double wrapped around his ankles. His hoodie has some red lacing down the arms and at the cuffs, and at the center is a red square with a crying anime girl rendered in black with white lineart. Red text in Japanese on either side reads "lonely vampire"

10. Repeat. Derek is wearing black briefs. /End ID

[xamassed]

⟬ @bucketfullofocs ⟭

[Aya @ Beel] The gift she holds in her hands is small, carefully wrapped in muted greens and silvers. They're alone, curled up on her bed. "I, um, I know we're supposed to do a, um, a gift exchange later. But, um, but I wanted to go ahead and give you your gift."

Gently, she passed the present over to his hands, and he'd be able to feel a soft hum of a familiar power - her own. Inside was a necklace, similar to the one he had given her last year. Her own sigil was inscribed in the rose gold, clearly hand done and slightly imperfect. She was still so new to this kind of thing, this sort of magic. She had asked Lucifer for help, wanting to make sure she got it right.

"It, um, it'll help you find me, if, um, if we're ever separated again. Even, um, even across all three realms. It's, um, it's more pin-point than the vivre card, and, um, and I think, if I did it right, with enough time, we could make it stronger so, um, so that you could summon me to you." The vivre card had its limits, not being of this realm, but this was much stronger. And, with enough time and enough magic slowly poured in to it, never would he have to worry about losing her again.

He felt the hum long before he was given the gift, but he didn't pester her about it just in case. There were so many aspects of her new form and abilities that it felt pointless to make note of every strange thing that happened. She was safe, and if anything did happen, he would be there to help — not that he assumed anything would happen.

Except he that that humming against his palms and fingertips when she passed the gift on. It thrummed in his hands, warm and comforting and so like her that he wondered if she had given him a piece of herself.

The assumption wasn't far off.

The sentiment of receiving a gift like this from her hit him first, the corners of his eyes stinging. This was her — her power, her trust, her devotion to him. With this, she gave him the ability to feel her whenever he felt the need to. And, if what she claimed was true, he could summon her to his side.

If he ever found himself alone and aching for the sight of her, all it would take was a small tug to bring her to him.

"You'll be with me, even when you aren't." He brought the necklace up, lips touching against the sigil. Never in his many, many years as a demon had he witnessed a bond like this one. It wasn't like marriage in the human realm, where people openly displayed the joining of souls as often as possible. This was meant only for the demons themselves, which made understanding its magic a little harder.

But he did know one thing: that he loved her, through all of time and space and all realms. So he kissed the sigil, instilled every ounce of his adoration for her into it, if it were at all possible. Even if it wasn't, it was the thought that counted.

"I'll always wear it." He slipped the chain around his neck and let the pendant settle only marginally lower than the ones attached to his choker. "There, right where it belongs."

But that wasn't where his thanks ended. Both arms found their way around his darling fawn, the embrace he gave her tight and protective. "And now you're right where you belong. Thank you for the necklace. I like knowing I've got you with me wherever I go."

[onlyyvette]

Teasing the Demon Brothers(Satan)♡

NSFW Minors dni

Warnings: DOM/TOP reader + SUB/BOTTOM character + AFAB reader but is referred to with the title of "sir" + feminization + humiliation + threat of public humiliation + pegging + use of cockcage + consensual filming + semi-public sex + aftercare

Word Count: 3019

A/n: Okay, I've finally got to time to do this! Because I couldn't choose, I'm going to do both orgasm control and overstimulation. Not only that, but you didn't specify what sex and gender you wanted the reader to be. I hope AFAB reader is fine, but if not, I can remake the fic with a few tweaks to make it gn or AMAB reader. This will be a part of my "Teasing the Demon Brothers" series, I hope you guys enjoy it

Satan♡

Satan absolutely loved the way you treated him. As lovers, the two of you were just…as in love as the two of you could be. You would sometimes hold hands as you walked down the road, share the same drink at your favorite cat cafe, having him sleep against your shoulder as you read a book, it was all wonderful. But sometimes, the two of you would do something that you wouldn’t find most couples doing..

Today, the two of you decided to visit a mall in the human world. As you walked through the mall with your boyfriend, you found him clinging onto your arm, squeezing it at times. He would sometimes tremble slightly as the two of you walked, and it would always make a little snicker come out of your mouth. People would sometimes stare at you, causing Satan to look down at the floor, but you didn’t mind it too much.

During a stop at a boba stand, the cashier gave the two of you a compliment. Motioning to you, she said, “Is that your girlfriend? If so, you two are such a cute couple.” Satan let out a tiny gasp as he clung onto you even closer. “Thank you,” you replied. “And yeah, she is my girlfriend. She doesn’t talk too much though.” The cashier let out a laugh, telling you about her own girlfriend. It was no surprise that she thought that your boyfriend was a girl.

Today, you had Satan dressed up in a cute outfit: a pale blue blouse with puffy sleeves and a red ribbon around the collar. At the end of his sleeves, his nails were painted white, decorated with cat stickers. He wore a blue plaid skirt with white ruffles underneath it. It was a bit too short on him, but you didn't get any verbal complaints for him. White, thigh length stockings decorated your boyfriend’s legs. Brown knee-high boots covered the rest of Satan's legs, the small platforms on the bottom making him a bit taller than usual. Around his neck was a white choker, a heart-shaped pendant attached to it.

You had paid extra attention to Satan’s face. You did his eyeliner for him, giving him neatly done wings and gave him more volume to his lashes. Since you wanted to be extra, you gave him pretty heart stickers to put under his eyelids, adding a little bit of sparkly blush to them. You applied a pale lip gloss color to Satan’s lips, making them perfect for kissing. Lastly, you put a longer wig with wavy twin tails on him, completing the final look.

When you look at Satan now, you can’t help but feel a sense of pride from making him look so pretty and so erotic. The makeup complimented his natural features and the frilly skirt he was wearing made you want to ravish him completely. You almost regretted taking your boyfriend out today due to the fact that you would have to wait a few hours before being able to touch him. Now, while you couldn’t touch him, you still had a good way of tormenting him.

Right before the two of you left for the mall, you had slipped a vibrator inside of Satan(you also made him cum two times). He had pleaded with you to not keep the vibrator because he knew that he would get too excited easily, so you added a cockcage to make sure that he didn’t get hard in public. It wasn’t easy putting the cockcage on him because while no one would know if he was getting hard because it would be impossible, it was still so frustrating to Satan. He wouldn’t be able to get hard, which meant not being able to cum. You only found this amusing. If you couldn’t touch him, it was only fair that he couldn’t touch himself too, no?

Throughout the trip to the mall, you would turn the vibrator on from time to time, startling poor Satan, causing him to jump or cling on to you, waiting for the vibrations to stop as his voice got too loud. Even when the two of you were talking to that friendly cashier, you had turned on the vibrator, causing him to try to stay as mute as possible so that the cashier couldn’t catch onto his predicament. Still, he let out a gasp that was too loud in your opinion, causing you to secretly glare at him, quickly turning the vibrator off.

Satan should have been relieved that you were turning the vibrator off, but he knew you better than that. As the two of you continued to explore the mall, Satan was antsy, waiting for the next time that you would turn on the vibrator. Yet you never did.

Satan should have been relieved that you were turning the vibrator off, but he knew you better than that. As the two of you continued to explore the mall, Satan was antsy, waiting for the next time that you would turn on the vibrator. But you never did.

Your last stop at the mall was a pretty store with many different varieties that you just had to stop and take a look. As the two of you were browsing the store, your boyfriend had almost forgotten that he had that vibrator inside of him or had a cage restraining his cock. Once the two of you had picked out some clothes, you led Satan to the dressing room. The women’s dressing room.

Satan was a bit nervous, forgetting that he could pass as a girl now and considering the fact that he usually doesn’t go into the women’s changing room. Nevertheless, you shoved him into the dressing room, locking the door behind you. The dressing room was a little bit over a medium size, only one stall and was made for 1-2 people to be in. Pushing one of the outfits that you chose for him and ushered him inside the stall.

A few minutes after Satan went inside the stall, you came with an idea. Coming up to the door, you knocked a few times. “Satan, are you done yet?”

“If I was, don’t you think I would be out yet,” Satan called out, an exasperated tone showing in his reply. “Besides, I’m still taking off my clothes.” You knocked on the door again. “Satan, let me in.” Your voice seemed light and cheery, but something about it made your boyfriend shiver. “What do you mean let you in? I told you, I’m still taking off my clothes.” 

“Satan, let me in.” Your voice seemed more demanding this time. Satan went silent for a few seconds, and opened the door. When you could finally see his body fully, you had to stop yourself from jumping on him right then and there. 

The first thing your eyes were drawn to was Satan's shirt. It was halfway unbuttoned, down to his navel. Where you would have seen your boyfriend’s nipples were instead covered up by a lacy, light pink bralette. Your eyes traveled lower, to his thighs. He still had his skirt on, but it was lowered a bit so that you could see his panties peeking out a bit. His boots were off, one of his stockings was pulled down to his ankle, but the other one was still fully on, making a mouth watering sight. You pulled your eyes up to see Satan’s face. He was furiously blushing as you were unabashedly checking him out.

Finally done with your inspection, you looked Satan straight in the eyes, a small smirk growing on your face. “You’ve been in there for a while, Satan,” you sneered. “Mind telling me why you’re not fully undressed?”

“...” Silence.

“Don’t tell me,” you started. “You were staring at yourself in the mirror? Were you so mesmerized by your new look?” Satan turned away from you, his blush spreading. “That’s not it…” he said in a small voice, despite the fact that you both knew it was a lie. “You don’t need to lie, dear. I guess you really enjoyed my make-over. "So,” your voice suddenly took on a serious tone. “How about you let me help you undress, hm?” Satan stayed quiet for a bit before startlingly clinging onto your arms, causing you to be taken aback a bit. “Please…” he pleaded, his lips trembling as tears gathered in his eyes. “Please touch me!”

“Slow down there, I’m not going anywhere,” you began, as your eyes darkened. “But…what if I do? Will you follow me out of here like a lost puppy?” You could see your boyfriend about to interject, but you narrowed your eyes, warning him to stay quiet. “What if…what if I let you cum here, but you’re too loud? The customers and employees will know everything that happened in here. Are you going to walk out of here and face all their judging stares?” By the time you finished speaking, Satan clung onto your arms even tighter as he imagined the scenario you were presenting. What if that happened? What if I walked out, knowing I was so loud, having everyone judge me? Just thinking about it… Just the thought of being found out caused Satan to rub his thighs together, an action not gone unnoticed by you.

“Well, Satan, let’s start! Do you want me to start taking off your shirt, or your skirt? Your choice,” you piped up, your voice taking a sharp turn and becoming cheery. “Please, Y/n, just touch me,” Satan begged, his tears about to fall as his grip on you wavered. “Okay, skirt it is then!” you ignored his pleas, shrugging off his hands from you. You pressed yourself against your boyfriend, slowly taking off his skirt. Satan whined under his breath as you went so painstakingly slow. “C’mon, faster!” he urged. You sighed. “Fine then,” you said, your tone making Satan even more nervous. “Since you clearly want to go faster, turn around for me and face the mirror. I want you to put your hands on the wall with it.” 

Satan’s eyes widened as he realized what you wanted him to do. Obediently, he turned away from you and faced the mirror, placing his hands on the wall. He was silent as he waited for your orders, but was only met by your silence as well. “Hey, Satan, can I take a picture? I really like this angle,” you said after a while. “...Fine,” Satan lowered his head in embarrassment as he heard the shutter of your phone. Of course you had to have your camera at max volume. Suddenly, he remembered how short his skirt was. “Oh, Satan, your panties are so cute from this angle,” you exclaimed. It was like you were reading what was on your boyfriend's mind. “Too bad it’s not completely visible. Still though, it’s pretty erotic considering how half of your underwear is showing right now. I knew I picked the right color! Pink really suits you.”

How can they talk about this like an everyday conversation? Satan felt so exposed under you. He could feel his body getting hotter by the second. His poor cock in its cage had began to throb long ago. Satan really couldn’t take this torture any longer. “Please Y/n…” your boyfriend called out softly. “Please touch me, I-I’ve been a good boy!” Satan was getting very desperate now. “Oh come on, Satan. It’s only been like, what, 10 minutes,” you rolled your eyes. “Besides, I haven’t only been leaving you untouched just to mess with you. I think you forgot who I am to you.” 

Oh. Of course. How could he have forgotten? “Please S-sir…I’ve been a good boy for you Sir. Will you please touch me!” Satan turned his head and was elated by the fact that you seemed satisfied. And you were. It felt so empowering to have the fourth strongest demon brother in the Devildom at your mercy, crying for your touch. “Well, Satan, since you asked so nicely, of course!” you said, getting closer until you were right behind him. You lifted up his skirt completely and pulled his panties to the side, revealing the purple plug nested inside of him.

“...Aren’t you going to take the underwear off?” Satan asked nervously. “Nah,” you replied casually. “I’m gonna keep it right here,” you pushed on the plug without warning, eliciting a sharp gasp from your boyfriend. You had been nice enough this whole time to not turn on the vibrating plug, but you decided that now was the time. Reaching for the remote in your pocket, you set the vibrator to a low setting. “Ah—” Satan cut himself off by slapping his hand over his mouth. Despite the vibrator being at a low setting, your boyfriend still had to muffle his moans, and boy, was that pathetic to you.

“Come on Satan, I haven’t even gotten to the higher settings and you’re already moaning. This is just sad to see.” Satan whined, muffled by his hand. “Actually, move your hand away, dear. I want to hear the sounds that you make.” Satan hesitated at first, then reluctantly removed his hand from. “Good boy,” you raised the vibrator’s level to the highest setting without any warning. “O-Oh! Y/n—S-Sir, please–MnngGHH!” Satan couldn’t hold back his filthy cries any longer. Oh how he wished you would take that cage off him. He wanted to cum so badly, but the cage wouldn’t allow him. It was driving him crazy!

“Hahh, Sir! Pl–AnngGH! Ngh! Please, the c-cage,” Satan begged, his moans disrupting the flow of his sentence. “You want the cage off,” you taunted, waving the key to the cage in his face. He nodded desperately. “Fine then, but you need to cum a different way then.” You unlocked the cage on your boyfriend’s cock, causing him to sigh in relief. Before he could cum, you grabbed the base of his cock, ruining his orgasm. “...Huh? B-but why Sir?” Satan sobbed. All that torturous pleasure and he wasn’t even able to cum in the end. “Relax, Satan,” you rolled your eyes. You took a cockring out of your bag and slipped it on his still hard dick. “You can still cum, even with a ring on, but it’ll be a bit difficult–” you paused in the middle of your sentence to get something else out of your bag. You were taking a while, so Satan looked behind him. He was greeted with the image of you wearing a 9-inch(at least he thinks so) dildo harnessed to your waist. You had a small bottle of lube in your hand and you were already opening it.

“Today is your lucky day, Satan,” you claimed. “You’ll have to wait even longer to cum now,” you had a sadistic look in your eyes. “I’m not luck—Unghh!” You cut Satan off by plunging your lube coated fingers inside of him. Your fingers scissored his insides, loosening him up for your strap. “Hahh, S-sir, hur—Annhhgg, hurry up please!” Satan pleaded. You had been purposefully slow and avoiding his prostate—it was torturing him! “Sir! I’m ready for you to–Oh! To fuck me!” You finally decided to take a little bit of mercy on your poor boyfriend and take your fingers out of his ass. “Well, I hope you’re ready, Satan,” you said as you placed the tip of your strap at his entrance. You began slowly pushing into him, causing Satan to whimper as he tried to grasp at anything to steady himself. All nine inches of the dildo was finally inside of him and it was driving him mad. “Gghhhgh…S-Sir…I can feel it—mnghh… inside me. It’s f-filling me up~” Satan mumbled half to himself, a delirious smile on his face.

Unable to restrain yourself, you began to roughly thrust your strap into your boyfriend, causing him to let out loud, unrestrained moans. “Shut up,” you hissed. “You don’t want others to hear us, do you?” you wrapped your hands around Satan’s throat, startling him and causing him to choke as you picked your pace. “GgHHKK—S-si-UunnGHHhh!” Satan’s eyes rolled back into his head as he tried his best to collect his thoughts while you continued with your harsh pace. He would have cum already, if it hadn’t been for that ring on his cock! “Come on, Satan, cum,” you taunted as if reading his thoughts. “You can cum with the ring on with the right kind of stimulation!” you tightened your grip on his throat as you began to bite the outer shell of Satan’s ear.

He couldn't stand it. Even though your hands had already left his throat, they had sneaked under his bralette and were now busy playing with his nipples, pulling on them until they become red. Satan keeps whining that it’s too much and that it won’t be possible for him to. Yet you keep on pushing him to do it! As you continue to thrust into him, he feels the climbing feeling of his orgasm coming back again. He could feel it multiple times when you were touching him, but it felt different this time. Like he would actually have a proper orgasm. “W-wait…sh-shlow–MMmnnGHhKK! H-hahh, Sir~! Feeshls like m’ gonna…” your poor boyfriend slurred as he tried to voice his thoughts, being interrupted by his own moans. “I said you could have an orgasm,” you said in a triumphant voice. Then you grabbed Satan by the face and leaned close into his ear.

“Cum for me, Satan. I know you can. do it”

That’s all he needed to cum. Satan let out a long wail as he shook violently, his long-awaited orgasm washing over him. Finally, he stopped moving and you set him down on the bench and began to admire your work. Satan’s makeup was ruined, his mascara and eyeliner running, lipgloss smudged, but it made him look even more appetizing. His clothes were still partially on but were a bit wrinkled and frazzled. Once you finished looking over your boyfriend’s wrecked body, you turned to get some wipes and water for him. Satan was still conscious, but barely. As you ran the wipes all over his body, you kissed him all over, whispering sweet praise whether he was listening or not. He seemed to have heard based on the way that he was slightly humming. Once you were done, you gave him some greatly needed water and kissed on the top of his head while he nuzzled your touch.

“Good job, Satan. Now don’t be surprised if we get kicked out of the mall though."

[mostly-mundane-atla]

Is there irl reasoning for the way Katara’s necklace is structured? I mean specifically the way the pendant is attached to the ribbon. I always wondered why it didn’t have more the appearance of typical pendant necklaces today that can slide along the chain or cord that they’re on.

I wrote a headcanon somewhere that betrothal necklaces started out as something similar to agluirutet, a necklace-like piece of jewellery consisting of strings of beads hanging under the chin by a pair of earrings. It's typically a Yup'ik traditional piece, but you can sometimes see one in photos of Inpuiaq women.

There are a few reasons for that headcanon. One being that I'm not familiar with any choker style jewellery traditional to the cultures I grew up around. (I know Water Tribe men also wear chokers, but they seem to be made of walrus tusk ivory, and walrus tusks are sort of good luck to us because walruses are good swimmers and hard to kill. And they look like bone armor so that's neat.) Another reason is that it would be a lot more labor intensive than the versions we see. If there are many smaller beads on strings rather than a single large pendant, that would make the young man reflect on his devotion every time he carved one. I'm also very used to the idea of mothers carrying their babies on their backs, underneath their warm clothes. Babies on their mothers' backs were known to grab at the hairs on their neck. The idea that a symbol of intent to marry was originally necklace-like but a baby couldn't grab and pull it is very sweet to me.

So yeah, my personal headconon is that it's a carryover from a time when they were strings of beads and not just a single pendant on a ribbon.

[spacehologramcollection]

Request; Kombat Kast and marking their territory.

Well. Some of these are fluffy and some of them are pure filth. So, everything is under the cut. You know the drill.  Warnings; Smut, NSFW, sexy-times, mentions of biting, marking, kinkiness etc. 18+ under the cut.  GIFS are not mine and do not belong to me.

·         Scorpion (Hanzo Hasashi); SFW; He gives you a necklace, one with a spear-head charm on it. On the back it’s got his initials and yours. When he gifts it to you, he’ll sit you down in the Fire Gardens, watching as you unwrap it. Before carefully placing it around your neck. This is just so everyone knows, who you’re dating. Because he isn’t risking losing you. Nobody going to fuck with you when they see that. Ain’t happening. NSFW; He’s not overly keen on leaving marks on your body, why would he want to do that? But. Sometimes, on the occasion he’s feeling a little more adventurous, he would not be opposed to marking your collar-bones. He’ll fucking go to town if he has to. He loves the sight of them, but he leaves them, just so he can see them. There more to remind him and make his cock grow harder.

·         Kabal; SFW; Matching. Shark. Tooth. Necklace. It takes him forever to find one that’s even remotely like his. His has some extreme sentimental value, his dad gave it to be him before he passed away. He’s the eldest so he got it. Whilst he was looking, he gave you his, just to get you used to having one. But yeah, when he finds one very similar, he’ll put it on you. He even points to it, shouting to Kano that you’re his. And if anyone tries anything on with you, or they insult you, or even fucking look at you wrong. He’ll shove a hooksword so far up their arse. And he’ll do Kano’s dentist a favour and knock his bastarding teeth out. NSFW; Love-bites everywhere. Fucking hell. You look like a fucking leper. ‘Not too many on my neck’ turns into a challenge for him ‘Of course not Princess’ Yeah, you’ve got a big one on the junction between your neck and collar. More on your thighs. You’re sat there, admiring his handywork and smiling. He’s such an endearing bastard. If you’re not 110% down, he will try and abstain from leaving them in prominent places.

·         Kung Lao; NSFW; He likes to leave scratch marks on your back. He’s a sucker for being a bit of a bottom, just laying back and watching you ride his cock. So, he’s totally down for him clawing at your back. Nothing says you’re together, than having some deep-set claw marks on your back. It’ll put anyone off trying to fuck with you, unless they want a rather sharp hat to their face. Who knew one Monk could be so kinky? You sure as fuck didn’t.

·         Kenshi; SFW; He’d give you one of his old bandanas. One that he’s had for a while. He has multiple ones, but he’d want you to tie it around your arm. Just so people know that even though he’s blind, he can fucking sense them checking you out. And he ain’t having it. Their thinking of slapping your arse? Not in this fucking lifetime. But yeah, he’ll insist you wear it everywhere. A piece of him with you always. NSFW; He loves to spank you. He knows nobody can really see them, unless you’re wearing some booty shorts. But, he knows people will know somethings up, when you can’t sit down. He’s a sucker for slapping your ass. Plus, he can sense your cheeks blushing, when people ask why you aren’t sitting down. People, mainly Johnny, have figured it out. That he’s been a little rough with you. He’ll never hear the end of it, but, at least people know you’re together.

·         Sub-Zero (Kuai Liang); SFW; He gives you a Lin Kuei medallion. One that attaches to the belt of your clothes. Or, it’ll attach to the Uniform he’s got you. You’re the S/O of the Grandmaster, people deserve to know how important you are. And that if anyone tries anything on with you, whether it be intimidation or an attempt at flirting; he will not be having any of it. You’re to be treated with respect and dignity. NSFW; Leaving visible and prominent marks are not as his cup of tea. At all. But, he will on the occasion he’s been slightly rougher, mainly pinning you down, accidentally leave blue frosted marks on your arms. He’s incredibly sorry, he didn’t mean to do it. They’re not painful, in actual fact, they heighten your orgasm. So, you aren’t complaining. He still feels bad… but he does love the way they frame your wrist.  Reminding people, that you are the Significant other of the Grandmaster.

·         Bi-Han; SFW; Like Kuai, he gives you a Lin Kuei medallion, however, his comes attatched to a velvet blue choker. So, this is a little risqué, since its kind of like, collaring. Borderline though. Think Yennefer’s from the Witcher, but blue and with their symbol. It reminds other members, and outsiders at that, that you are taken by THE Grandmaster. And he does not take lightly to anyone intimidating or flirting with you. NSFW; This is very Kinky and is taken straight from his NSFW alphabet. One of his major kinks is light choking. If you’re into it. So, if you’re down, he’d leave similar frosty markings (Much like Kuai) on your neck. Good job he got you that choker. But nothing screams that you’ve both been intimate than that. If you’re not down for it, then he’s understanding and will instead leave a frosty handprint on your ass. These last fucking hours. He’s such a dick.

·         Raiden; SFW; How does he ensure that everyone knows you’re dating him, exclusively, well, the way a good should of course! Well, he’s actually not sure on this custom. He does end up consulting the Elder Gods. For advice. They have no words. What the fuck is he asking them for? No time for this, even though they get an eternity. Asks Hanzo and takes inspiration from him. Gifts you with a charm bracelet. Lightning bolt charm, staff charm, hat charm and most importantly, a heart and an infinity symbol. He’ll live forever, and he’ll carry his love for you all the way through that. NSFW (This is for Dark!Raiden, since you are all thirsty for him!); He would be into leaving marks on your neck, collarbones and anywhere visible. He needs people to know that you’re together and you’re with him. If they mess with you, then let the thunder fucking take them. He will show no mercy.

·         Erron Black; SFW; So, what does a cowboy give his Baby-Doll? Easy, a matching hat and bandana. Hey, look, you’re dressed the same. He needs everyone to know you’ve already got yourself a partner for the rodeo. Him. Hell, he’d get you a pistol just like his, custom made, just so people know. You’re Erron Black’s Sweetheart. And don’t nobody fuck with them. He doesn’t expect you to wear them all the time, but he loves it when you wrap the bandana around the neck. NSFW; He’s a sucker for a good love-bite, so he’ll be leaving them on your neck. See, good job he got you that bandana. It’ll hide the marks! But, if you wanna parade them around, then be his guest. He’ll fucking love it, if you’re stood talking to Jade, whilst he’s talking to Kotal and he can just spy them. They make him a little distracted. He has no idea what Kotal said but it sounds good to him.

·         Jade; SFW; Her love for you is strong, she’s a loyal woman and she intends to make her intentions clear. You’re hers and hers alone. She isn’t into sharing, she has to now share her friendship with Kitana. Which she’s fine with. But you’re hers, and if someone tries to flirt or make you uncomfortable, they will be strongly disciplined. So, she makes it very clear, by gifting you with leaf shaped pendant made of Jade. This could not be clearer. It’s made of her namesake for Christ sake.

·         Cassie Cage; SFW; A Phonecases that’s custom made, it’s just a bunch of those trashy hearts and pictures of both of you. Some of them goofy, some of you both looking amazing and ready to hit the town! She’ll also update her Social Media to make sure people know you’re together. She’ll also add it into her snark. Like Kano is flirting? ‘I’ve got Y/N, why would I settle for a scumbag with scabies?’ type snark. Oh, and the phonecases are matching, she has one two! You are that couple. Co-ordinated outfits are also a thing she likes. Like not he same but ones that complement each other’s.

·         Skarlet; NSFW; She’s a bit of a sucker, literally, for leaving bitemarks. She wants big red marks all over you. It’s her kink, something she loves to do. They stay for a long time too. She’s just got a talent for them. You’re the only thing she has, and she will not risk anyone harming, hurting or flirting with you. She’ll crack that whip and split their ass in two if they do!

[553butterfly553]

Lost in Purgatory – Reiji x OC

Character's Descriptions

Adryn Rei is a 23-year-old American woman who moved to Japan a few years back to follow her best friends, Eclipse Oracle and Nova Oracle. Both Oracles were adopted by a Korean/Japanese man which led to them all moving to Korea to start at his Korean entertainment company. That led them to move to Japan with him when he decided to start up an entertainment company in Japan as well. So, Adryn is a Japanese and Korean idol. Adryn has always been a huge fan of Asian idols but when she came across Reiji, she instantly became a fan of him, which led her to being a fan of QUARTET NIGHT as well. Adryn was once in a band back in America, which led to her playing the guitar and making her own music. She loves songs with stories to them. Adryn has dyed red hair that reaches just above her shoulders and is parted off to one side, the ends of her hair curl upwards, some towards her neck and some outwards. Her eyes are naturally green, but she wears golden-colored prescription contacts that glow in the dark. Adryn usually wears tank tops of red or blue with black pants that are mostly tight with a pair of normal black shoes. Adryn wears 2 necklaces of different lengths. One is from a voodoo shop and holds some sage and musk within it. The other is an opal. She has both of her ears pierced with 2 earrings on each lobe. The bottom earrings are dangles with 6 stones of all different colors. The top earrings are circular blue opals. She also has her upper right cartilage pierced and that earring is a silver cuff with swirly designs. Her nose is pierced on the right side with a blue metallic circular ring there. She wears 2 rings on her left middle finger, one where you'd normally place a ring, which is a blue opal with little white opals around it. The other ring is just above the middle knuckle which is an emerald. On her right hand, she has a 3-headed brass snake ring on her ring finger. Adryn wears 2 rubber bracelets on her left wrist, one is blue and has sea creatures on it and it says JAWESOME. While the other one is black and says MOTHMAN. On her right wrist, there is a lapis lazuli bracelet. She also wears a toe ring on her second toes, the left one is black while the right one is green. ~ Eclipse Oracle is a 23-year-old American woman who moved to Korea at first to live with her adopted father. She'd brought Adryn and Nova with her, of course, since they'd follow her anywhere anyway. She is the current girlfriend of a Korean idol named Taemin. They met when Eclipse was an idol just starting out in Korea. They'd continued to date even after Eclipse moved to Japan with her father, best friend, and sister. Eclipse is also an artist and loves to draw and sketch various things. Mostly herself and Taemin though. She is also a composer of music when she wants to be. Eclipse has straight dyed pale pink hair that goes down nearly to her butt. She has normal bangs that reach her eyebrows. Her eyes are naturally blue, but she wears silver contacts that glow under black light. She usually wears all black with hints of purple and silver, but her main outfit is a black lace corset with a black leather skirt that is short in the front and long in the back. She also wears lacy stockings and a pair of leather lace-up high heeled boots. She wears a lot of jewelry. She wears 8 necklaces that are a variety of stones. Purple sapphires, regular sapphires, and purple labradorite are some of them. She also has a Jonghyun memorial necklace and one choker. She wears 4 bracelets on each wrist that are also a variety of the same stones, with the addition of red jasper. Unless she's going somewhere special, then it's 7 on each wrist. She also wears 3 rings on each hand that are the same mix of gemstones, among others. Unless she's going somewhere special again, that means she'd have 7 on each hand as well. Her ears are pierced with the only earrings being dangles that have the triple moon goddess symbol on them with angel wings attached to it. ~ Nova Oracle is a 21-year-old American woman who moved to Korea at first with Eclipse and Adryn. She has always loved singing and being the center of attention, so she was made into an idol fairly quickly. She has been doing extremely well as an idol as well. She is also an artist like her sister, but she does mostly paintings of landscapes. She is very friendly and makes friends with anyone who is even remotely a good person, but that doesn't mean she is friends with just anyone. She is also a composer like her sister and best friends. She loves to write upbeat music that have a great emotional story to them. Nova has dyed pale purple hair that goes down to her shoulders and is wavy. She also has normal slightly wavy bangs. Her eyes are naturally a pale blue and she absolutely adores them. Nova usually wears a T-shirt that is normally blue or pink, with dark blue or black tight pants. She usually wears normal black shoes with that. Nova wears one necklace that is a sterling silver locket with pictures of her sister and mother inside. She wears one bracelet that is pink and blue sapphires on her left wrist. She has her ears pierced and the only piercing is dangles that are pink sapphires. She wears 2 rings, one of each middle finger. They are both blue sapphires. She has a nose ring that is on her right side and it's a metallic pink circle ring. ~ Shiori Sato is a 22-year-old Japanese woman who has always lived in Japan. She comes from a mildly rich family that has paid her way into being an idol due to her overwhelming want to be an idol. She has always been passionate about singing and entertaining people, but her personality could be worked on. With the richness, comes her snobby personality and her general thought that she is better than everyone else, even though there are people out there richer than she is. Shiori's hair is dyed blonde and is straight and down to the middle of her back. She does not have bangs. She usually wears dresses that go just above her knees, they are usually black or red. She also wears high heels with all her outfits, even on rainy days. She has one necklace that is a broken heart pendant. It is dark red in color. She has one bracelet on each wrist that are rubber. One is colored green and the other is dark red. She has her ears pierced and they are just garnet studs. She also wears a garnet ring on her right ring finger. She isn't one to wear a lot of jewelry.

[superwolfiestar]

Across Another Dimension Ch. 49

It was a normal beautiful sunset afternoon, the people are driving, walking, laughing, and going to stores and stores. The children are playing in the wonderful playground in the park. The criminals are running the way from police.

It was a regular day in the city of Duckburg, nothing had gone wrong. Everything is normal, no evil, no monster, and nothing. Until…..

*BOOOOM!*

All of a sudden, meteor cannonballs were shot from an airship, knocking down one of the buildings in the city, catching the citizens by surprise!

Soon, more and more airships arrived, still shooting more meteor cannonballs at the city from the portal that’s right above the mansion. Then, the evil minions jump off the airship and began chasing the citizens. Everyone began to panic and did their best to dodge the meteors as they ran away from the attacker. Some were forced to get out of their home while other where dragging out of the building. They gather all of everyone to the center of the city.

The main airship stops right in front of the citizens, and the King and his son stand at its deck.

"Attention everyone of this dimension!" The King starts to speak to the people. "You courtly invited to the wonderful wedding of the year." A sinister laugh arose from the king. The people gasped at this, terrified.

“I cannot wait to get married the love of my life.”

Meanwhile back in the Mushroom Kingdom, the gang need to plan to get the portal machine. They were now sneaking up on the edge of tree, hiding behind a tree and bushes and saw two Beagles guarding the machine.

"The beagles..." Jose whimpered. "I hate them..." he then whispered to the other Jose. "So, what's your plan for getting' past those two?"

"Live bait." Panchito whispered back.

"Good idea," Jose smiled before realizing. "Hey..."

"Come on, Jose, you and the others Panchito have to create a diversion." Jose whispered.

"What do you want me to do?" Jose replied incredulously. "Dress up in drag and do the hula?"

Everyone smirked as if that's what they all had in mind.

"Oh, this is going to be very entertaining." Dewey smirked.

The guards were protecting the machine and then, hear the drum beating, they turn their head to see where that drum coming. they saw a green parrot dress in the hula costume.

Jose:

Luau.

If you're hungry for a hunk of fat and juicy meat

Eat my buddy here because he is a treat!

Panchito hid his eyes with both his hands. He looked at his embarrassed green Brazil’s parrot and to himself back and forth.

Jose:

Come on down and dine

On this tasty swine

All you have to do is get in line

Are ya achin'?

Panchito popped his head up.

Panchito:

Yup yup yup!

Jose:

For some bacon?

Panchito

Yup yup yup!

Jose:

He's a big pig!

Panchito:

Yup yup yup!

Jose

You can be a big pig too!

OY! Jose's cheeks turned slightly pink. Then, they started to run away as the guards began chasing after them leaving their post.

The gang ran toward the machine, Professor Gyro turn off the machine and the portal in the sky close.

“Well, the portal is gone but we still age to save Donald and the other Donald!” Scrooge exclaimed.

“Don’t worry, we will save them. But first, we need to take the portal somewhere else!” Professor Gyro told everyone as he ordered Storkules to carry the heavy machine and take it somewhere else so the guards won’t follow them.

“Quickly! We must hide inside the castle!”

Back in Duckburg, the people were pushing inside the chapel by force. Inside the chapel. The chapel was decorated with beautiful white roses, the people were seated in the seat.

Five guards are guards the chapel entrance to make sure no one will ever escape.

In the white airship. King Zeus and Doofus was getting ready for the wedding. His servants were helping adjusting the entire of the white suit, cleaning the dust off of it, and polishing his white shoes.

King Zeus fixed his big bow as he looked at the tall mirror. “Am I handsome or what?” He smirks.

Then, one of the servants rushed in the chamber with a frightened look on his face. “King Zeus, King Zeus!!!”

King Zeus let out annoying sigh as he turned to face him. “What is it?” He rowl.

“It’s the ducks!” He address the king. “They’re hysterical!!!”

“What!!!” Gasped the King.

In the boy bride chamber, a bunch of pretty objects were thrown at them, they were hit by them and ran out of the crazy sight.

*BONK!*

*SPLAT!*

*WHAP!*

Two ducks thrown whatever they could possibly find to hit at them.

“You’re highness! You must calm down!” One of the servants try to calm the situation. But was hit by a bottle of hairspray.

“We will NOT marrying a MANIACAL, FIEND, like KING ZEUS!!!” Boy Princess Donald reply.

“Fiend? Where?” The sound of the heartbroken voice came from the chamber entrance. Two duck know who that voice belongs too.

They turn to face to the King of Darkness.

“You!” Donald exclaimed, “I will simply will NOT marry you!” He barks at the King.

“Come now, my precious!” King Zeus smiled and took his hand, placing a kiss to the back of it as he looked straight to Donald, it. “You’ll learn to love me!”

Donald snapped his hand out as he wipes it. “Don’t touch me!!!”

Donald and Boy Princess Donald both look at them angrily. They will not married him. King Zeus groan at them. And hate that they are forced to wear a wedding dress.

Boy Princess Donald was wearing a wedding dress. The top was going straight across his chest with champagne lining on the top going around. There are white poofs on the side at the waist with champagne lining, champagne lining trim along above the hemline. A white ribbon wrap around his waist and make into a beautiful white bow.

On both of his arms was a long white opera gloves with champagne lining around on the top of the glove.

On his head was a tiara, it looks a lot like his original crown except the tiara one have oval shape on the top and it sparkly with glitter. A beautiful two tier of waltz timeless veil made of soft and sheer soft tulle with pearls shatter around and trimmed all around in ribbon edge.

And around his neck, was a white ribbon choker with glittering royal blue cabochon pendant meant to look like Boy Princess Donald’s pendant.

Donald was also wearing a wedding dress too. A sweetheart neckline bodice with attached champagne ribbon band (fully boned) is one piece with huge bow on the back while the tulle ivory Underskirt is a fully gathered six yards. There is a three-tiered layered tulle petticoat underneath supported by a five row crinoline (hoopskirt.)es. On his chest was a bodice jewel.

Just like the boy Princess, both of his arms was a long white opera gloves with champagne lining around on the top of the glove.

In his head was a crown, unlikely Boy Princess Donald wedding tiara, this crown is basically a same crown that Boy Princess Doanld wore on his head, except that this crown have beauty small sticker crystals and pearls around the crown and behind the crown is a beautiful one tier of wedding veil. This wedding veil is made of soft illusion tulle and has a raw cut straight bottom edge with rounded corners.

"I need a hypnotist…" All of the sudden, a tall black beagle dog dress in the blue wizard attire suddenly appears. "Did somebody say Hypnotist?" he said.

"Ah, Black Art Beagle." The King said to him.

"My dear lord." Black Art Beagle bow his head. King Zeus give him a creepy smile. "Do your thing, and I will pay you."

“Yes my lord, as you wish.” Black Art Beagle step forward to two boy brides as Donald stood in front of Boy Princess to protect whatever that magical guy is going to do. They look at the wizard as he waved his magic golden wand.

"ABRACADABRA!" A dusty flew into their as they feel strange as the magic hit him. Suddenly their eyes color change to green.

"King Zeus, my love. I worship the ground you walk on. I love you. From the bottom of my heart." said a Both hypnotic Donald and Boy Princess Donald as the King pay the Black Art Beagle with a golden coins.

"Excellent work! Now, my dear, the ceremony is about to start, shall we?" King Zeus snap his figure and suddenly in both of their hands was a beautiful bouquet.

In Boy Princess Donald hand was a beautiful small cascade wedding bouquet which is made of silk flowers: blue and Ivory rose buds, of white accent flowers and greenery. The handle is wrapped and decorated with ivory satin ribbon. A beautiful huge blue bow completes the design.

While in Donald hand was a beautiful small cascade wedding bouquet about the same size as Boy Princess Donald bouquet. A baby pink and cream/ivory brides teardrop bouquet is made with quality artificial roses, greenery, crystal stems and gypsophila. The handle is wrapped and decorated with ivory satin ribbon. A beautiful huge pink bow completes the design.

"We may," Both of them took his hand as they exited the room and head to the chapel where the ceremony is held at.

Back the Mushroom World, Professor Gyro try so hard to find their dimensional home.

“Come on, come on!!!” He groans.

“Well you hurry up!” Scrooge became inpatients already, they need to save them and stop King Zeus.

Panchito and Jose came back from running by the guards. “Well?” The red Mexican rooster ask.

“No luck.” Princess Della sigh.

Finally, the portal open to the ground of Scrooge McDuck.

“Great! Come on everyone! Let go crash that wedding!” The Super Caballeros jump in followed by everyone else expect Professor Gyro and his interns. The machine suddenly blow up as everyone managed to get inside.

“Good luck everyone!!!” Professor Gyro wished them the best of luck.

[pratktcven]

crushed and blue

crushed and blue part one. shance. not rated. inspired by this post by @kitausu. also available on ao3

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WK01.MON.AUG21.

There is no air conditioning in the lecture hall. Budget cuts, Shiro guesses. Or maybe there was no air conditioning to begin with. Summer ends quickly here, as August fades into September, and the heat often dissipates into chill within a week or two.

Shiro sighs. Looks up. The windows have been opened to tempt a nonexistent breeze, but the only thing they let in is the drone of dying cicadas. The hum nearly drowns out the professor's monotone. Shiro's eyes droop. He struggles to stay awake, weighed down by the oppressive heat and boredom, and almost misses the professor's cue to hand out the syllabus.

Almost.

With a repressed yawn, Shiro stands and tucks the stack of papers atop his prosthesis. As the professor explains his stance on late work, missed tests, and plagiarism, Shiro walks slowly up the stairs. He gives each row a sheaf of carefully counted papers and tells them quietly to pass them down the line.

The boy at the end of the fifth row smiles at him. Whispers, "Thanks," before turning to give the girl several seats down the rest. He has to stretch to reach her, a movement which exposes the slender line of his neck. Shiro notes that the boy is wearing two rainbow-colored jelly chokers, one stacked right on top of the other.

Huh, Shiro thinks. That's cute.

The thought disappears as quickly as it comes and, after an imperceptible pause, Shiro begins to count the number of students in the next row. It's going to be a long morning.

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WK01.WED.AUG23.

Shiro sits for most of the second lesson. He does not repeat the mistake of a button-down and slacks; today he is in black straight leg jeans and a lavender t-shirt made of a breathable linen blend. He sips on his vanilla iced latte quietly, hoping that the cold and the caffeine will prevent his attention from wandering.

It does.

Barely.

Halfway through the lecture, Shiro's attention snags on the boy at the end of the fifth row. Like many other students, his gaze alternates between the prepared power point projected, his open laptop, and the cracked windows. His fingers—long and thin—touch the choker around his slender neck, a band of crushed baby blue velvet.

Their eyes accidentally meet.

The boy smiles.

Caught, cheeks burning, Shiro quickly looks away.

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WK01.FRI.AUG25.

The boy walks in a minute before class begins. He is dressed head to toe in black: baggy tank top, tight jeans, high top sneakers. A black cord is wrapped snug around his neck, a simple line interrupted by a heavy platinum circle.

It looks like an o-ring, Shiro's traitorous brain supplies. Then, even more inappropriately, He'd look really good at the end of a leash.

Shiro very deliberately turns towards the front of the room and spends the rest of the lecture staring at the professor's slides like his life depends on it.

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WK02.MON.AUG28.

The cicadas outside the classroom wail in the rising heat, providing the perfect backdrop for the stifling humidity that has built up inside the lecture hall. A few students are asleep, their faces tucked down into the crooks of their arms. Neither Shiro nor the professor say anything. This is a 100-level history class, and many of the students are taking it for a required humanities credit.

Shiro's eyes flicker to the boy at the end of the fifth row.

To his neck.

To the tiny red ribbon knotted over his adam's apple.

Outside, the cicadas continue to scream.

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WK02.WED.AUG30.

Today, the boy wears a chain of golden daises. The centers are made of cubic zirconia and—as the sun rises above the treetops and bathes the lecture hall in mid-morning light—the fake diamonds adorning his throat sparkle.

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WK02.FRI.SEP01.

It is the last day of the semester for students to drop out of class with no repercussions, and the number of people who enrolled in Introduction to World History has dwindled from 250 to 187. Of that, only a hundred or so continue to come to show up, and the once crowded lecture hall is less than half full.

Not that Shiro blames the absentees. Everything the professor says is taken directly from his overly-wordy slides, and all slides are available online the same day they are used in class. Combined with the professor's ability to make everything sound dry and irrelevant, Shiro honestly wonders why anyone bothers to come at all.

And if the boy—his choker a line of glinting pyramid studs—begins to sits at the end of the second row, Shiro assumes it's to see the fine print in the slides better.

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WK03.MON.SEP04.

Shiro rarely sleeps in. He is a creature of habit who wakes up at six, goes for his standard run, then returns to his apartment to shower, dress, and make drip coffee. He eats a banana, a slice of peanut butter toast, and a handful of almonds while the coffee percolates. When said coffee is finished, he dumps as much as he can into his gigantic thermos and sweetens it with whatever creamer his roommates haven't touched. Then, half an hour before morning classes begin at eight, Shiro is out the door and prepared to face the day.

The only difference between today and any other day is that classes have been recessed for the holiday.

This does not matter much to Shiro. He heads to the main library instead of the lecture hall; he has several papers to finish and a few chapters to catch up on, something that is easier for him to do away from the distraction of home. He loves his roommates, he does, but he's let Allura and Matt sidetrack him too much in the past couple of weeks. He needs to hunker down and spend the day being productive.

This is, of course, when Shiro sees the boy across the street.

Luckily, the boy is with a friend, and he doesn't see Shiro stare at his dusky rose crop top, distressed light wash jeans, and metallic slip-ons. He is too far away for Shiro to make out the details of his choker, but he can tell it's there, a stark line of white against his skin. It isn't until they have almost passed one another that the boy notices him.

"Oh," the boy says when he sees Shiro. Smiles. Waves. "Hi!"

"Hi," Shiro croaks as he waves back helplessly. There must be a strange expression on his face because the friend—a big guy with dark hair and an impressive shoulder tattoo—raises an eyebrow.

Shiro curses internally as he drops his hand and forces himself to keep walking. For the sake of his sanity, he needs to keep the exchange from going further. It takes more willpower than he expects, but he manages it, and he enters the library feeling triumphant. This hubris lasts as long as it takes him to find an empty table, to sit down, and to absently wonder if the boy's choker was made of lace or not.

This time, Shiro curses aloud.

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WK03.WED.SEP06.

Shiro is the first to get to the lecture hall, ten or fifteen minutes before class begins at eight. Sometimes, a few early birds are waiting in the vestibule, hunched over cups of coffee or their phones. No one is there today when Shiro unlocks the door and turns on the lights. Not that he expects it. Many students become progressively lax about their schedule as the semester wears on, choosing to get five more minutes of sleep instead showing up five minutes early to their first lesson.

Once the other doors are unlocked, Shiro grabs the old combo desk from the corner. The chair is made of faded plastic, its sheen long lost, and the small table attached to the right arm is barely big enough to fit Shiro's laptop and medium-sized coffee cup. Only years of experience save him from knocking both to the floor when someone says,

"Hey."

Shiro looks up sharply. He's surprised to see the boy in front of him; the boy is one of those students who always walks in a bare minute before the professor begins his lecture, not that Shiro pays him special attention or anything.

"Hey," Shiro responds. "Can I… help you with something?"

The boy grins. Licks his gloss-tacky lips. Swallows. Shiro struggles to ignore the way it makes his choker—a plain blue cord with a star pendant—cut gently into his skin.

"Well, no, not really," the boy says. "I just realized that—when I saw you the other day—that we've never been introduced, mano a mano. I mean, I know you probably have a thousand and one undergrads to take care of but…" The boy shrugs, a nonchalant gesture that causes his wide-neck shirt to slip further down one shoulder, then holds out his hand. "I'm Lance. Well, technically, my name is Leandro Santiago Almodóvar Fuentes, but most people just stick with Lance."

Cute, Shiro thinks as he lifts his right arm. Aloud, he returns, "Takashi Shirogane. But most people just stick with Shiro."

There's an awkward pause when Lance realizes that Shiro's right arm is a prothesis. This is not unusual, as most people tend not to notice that it's fake until they're up close. Luckily, Lance's hesitation ends as quickly as it arose. He treats the gesture normally, wrapping his hand around Shiro's unfeeling fingers before pumping up and down a couple times. Shiro may not be able to gauge the firmness of Lance's grip, but he can still tell that Lance has a good handshake.

"So what are you drinking?" Lance asks when he lets go.

Unphased by the non-sequitur, Shiro answers, "An iced vanilla latte with an extra shot."

"From the campus coffee shop?"

"Oh, god no." Shiro laughs and shakes his head. "That stuff is awful! No—I go to this café a few blocks south of campus. This Beans Business."

"Wait," Lance interrupts. "The name of the café is This Beans Business?" When Shiro nods in affirmation, Lance giggles. The sound is pitched lower than Shiro expects. "That is honestly the best name I've ever heard for a coffee shop."

"You should try it," Shiro recommends. "They have the best espresso, but if you're not a coffee drinker, they have a lot of alternatives, like bubble tea. Also, they're open until midnight on weekdays. I practically lived there during my junior year."

Shiro and Lance talk for the next ten minutes while the lecture hall slowly fills up. Lance smiles easily; gestures with not only his hands but his entire body; and frequently touches his choker, an absent motion that Shiro follows every time. And even though Lance never says anything about it—or gives any indication that he notices the stray of Shiro's gaze—Shiro still feels obvious, and is glad for the barrier of his small desk between them.

"Guess that's my cue to sit down," Lance murmurs when the professor shuffles in. "Same time Friday?"

"Same time Friday," Shiro says.

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WK03.FRI.SEP08.

Lance is not in the vestibule when Shiro arrives. Shiro feels a twinge of disappointment beneath his breastbone that he immediately quashes. He is earlier than usual—here to prepare for the first test—and no one, not even the professor, shows up twenty-five minutes before the lecture starts.

Shiro opens the door. Flicks the light switch. Makes sure the other doors are unlocked, then grabs his desk. He doesn't sit down immediately, choosing instead to lean against the wall and grin coffee from his thermos. Allura bought coconut creamer on her last grocery store run; she prefers hazelnut, Shiro knows, but on will on occasion branch out.

(Coconut is Shiro's favorite, and he tends to add more than usual to his thermos. It's a good thing that Allura always buys the largest bottle possible.)

Students begin to trickle in around 7:40. Some faces are familiar and some are not. The students who tend to skip stay further away from the front while the ones who show up every day take their regular seats. It is quiet save for the rustle of paper, the click of laptop keys, and murmured variations of, "How hard do you think this is going to be?"

A lot of the students toss nervous glances in Shiro's direction. He understands their anxiety. Different professors have different testing styles, and not knowing if the teacher likes trick questions or if they are more straight-forward can be nerve-wracking. He wants to tell them not to worry—this is just an entry-level history class, after all—but he keeps his face as neutral as possible and sips at his coffee. They'll find out soon enough.

Shiro has nearly emptied his thermos by the time Lance arrives at 7:56. He's dressed in jeans that cling to his long legs, an over-sized graphic tee, and a plain black choker. He gives Shiro a small, harried smile as he descends the stairs, then plops into his normal seat at the end of the second row. His hair is a mess of curls. He yawns—wide and long—and rubs roughly at his eyes.

Oh. Shiro's cheeks flush with embarrassed realization. He overslept.

Shiro pushes off the wall and busies himself until the professor walks in. The professor gives the class a quick overview of the test, which is a simple twenty-five multiple choice with a short essay, then hands Shiro the copies to pass out.

"When you're finished, please place your test on my desk," the professor drones. Shiro hands the first row their copies. "You may begin as soon as you receive your test."

Lance smiles contritely as Shiro steps up. He mouths, Sorry.

Shiro shrugs gently and smiles back. Whispers, "Good luck," as he hands Lance the counted stack of tests, then moves onto the next row of students. He knows he shouldn't have favorites—that he should see each student equally—but…

Lance tugs on his choker in concentration.

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[riality-check]

Brimstone excerpt #2

Hi everyone! Thanks for all the love on the first excerpt! Here’s the second one!

Rather than focus on the screaming outside, Pythie tinkers with the choker in her hand. It’s a series of wide, tightly woven golden loops interlocking with each other and a disc shaped onyx pendant dangling from the center of the chain. Only, it would be dangling from the choker if the magnets worked. But Pythie was too fucking sleep deprived last night when she began making this that she forgot gold isn’t fucking magnetic. Now she has to attach an iron link so the pendant clasp will magnetically secure to the choker. Otherwise, the whole thing is fucking useless.

She finishes adding the iron link (easy enough, just tedious to do and fucking stupid of her to forget), and her head tics to the side to release the tension in her neck. Only then does she allow herself to tune back in to the screaming outside, and only then does she realize that the voices belong to children.

Growing up with her grandparents means that Pythie is used to adults begging and screaming for mercy that will never come. Children, however, know better than to come here. She has not heard them before. They’re quite annoying.

With a sigh, Pythie hides the choker and her tools in her nightstand drawers and peeks outside her window. Four children stand outside her front door, jumping and screaming for help.

On the ground near them is a person. Their blood mixes with the rain on the pavement.

The front door opens. Delia Messenger, the maid, stares at the children, clearly shocked. She screams once before racing back into the house. She leaves the door open.

Despite the rain falling, Pythie opens her window to hear a little better. For a second, she worries that her grandmother will chastise her for getting the quality oak floor of her room wet, but then she remembers that she hasn’t been in her room in two years.

Delia comes back to the door with Doctor Lamprey. They, and all of the small children, haul the person inside. The door is still left open, and Pythie sees her excuse to go downstairs.

She races down the five flights of stairs down to the ground floor. Silently, praying her mouth will remain silent, she closes the door and begins to follow the trail of blood and wet footprints.

Predictably, they lead to Lamprey’s office, a little room on the ground floor toward the back of the house. Pythie hides in a window alcove, sitting on a ledge and drawing the heavy green curtains around her so that she can just make out the doorway of the office and the people inside. The person, actually a girl, although a very large and muscular one, lays prone on the operating table. The five children surround her as Delia hovers by the door and Lamprey begins preparing surgical instruments.

“Delia, get these children out of here,” Lamprey instructs in his usual clinical tone.

“No, mister, we’re staying,” says one girl. She seems to be the oldest of the group, though she is still quite young. She speaks beyond her years.

Lamprey purses his lips. “Fine. You can stay. The rest of them need to go with Delia somewhere other than here.”

The girl meets the eyes of what Pythie assumes is the second oldest kid, a boy. “It’s fine. Go with her.”

Delia leads the remaining three children into the kitchen. Pythie hopes she’s not feeding them. Delia is smarter than that, despite being too nice for her own good.

Lamprey gets a scalpel and thread out of a drawer. “What happened?”

“I’m not sure, mister. My siblings and I were out at school, and then we were trying to collect scraps for money. We came home, and Dad was out and Cady was on the floor like this.”

“You seem like a smart girl,” Lamprey says as he cleans the wound with alcohol. On the table, the girl, Cady, shifts, delirious with pain. “Why the hell did you take her here, then?”

“I didn’t think Styx could handle this kind of damage, sir,” she answers. All this time, the girl has spoken evenly and calmly. In other circumstances, Pythie would suspect her of doing this, but a) She’s way too small to have inflicted this type of damage on someone so much more powerful than her and b) She’s probably so calm because she’s dealt with similar situations.

They all have, here on Brimstone. A slit throat is just another Tuesday on an island filled with violent convicts and children who know no better.

“Is she going to make it, sir?” the girl asks, uncertainty showing in her voice for the first time.

Lamprey levels a look at her, and Pythie catches a glimpse of the man he was before his sentence on the island: a confident, top-notch surgeon whose arrogance and addiction led him to the Bordeauxs and their underworld. “You took her to the best doctor in this hellhole. Of course she’s going to make it.”

He injects Cady with anesthetic and begins his work.

Pythie doesn’t normally listen to her grandparents, but she tunes in to them lecturing Delia.

“And why did you allow those gremlins to bring in that filth?” her grandfather asks.

Delia is better than the old maid. She doesn’t stutter. “I thought she could be of value.”

They stand in the large living room filled with mismatched, decent furniture and rugs. Pythie sits on the stairs, curled near the railing, overlooking the room. Thankfully, she doesn’t have the urge to tic verbally. As long as she doesn’t hit her head on the wall or the railing, she’s fine. Her head jerks once to the side.

From her position, she can see the side profiles of everyone in the room. Her grandparents wear their usual formal clothes and matching expressions of disdain, but Delia stands more confidently than Pythie has ever seen her: chin up, shoulders back, wide stance.

“Useful how?” To anyone outside the house, the intrigue in her grandmother’s voice would go unnoticed. Pythie, however, picks up on it, and the expression on Delia’s face says that she did too.

Pythie’s head jerks to the side as she listens to Delia’s next words: “Mrs. Bordeaux, you saw the size of this girl. She’s strong, and strong people are always useful. Now that Dr. Lamprey treated her, she’s in your debt. Make sure she knows it.”

Pythie isn’t good with people. She doesn’t know or care to know how they work. If given the chance, she would sit and tinker with her machines for the rest of her life. 

But even she knows that Delia doesn’t want to say this. She stands confidently: too confidently. And there’s a shake in her voice that Pythie can hear, way up as she is. Delia has it easy; she works in the house. Others who work for Pythie’s family are not so lucky.

Her grandparents, as always, are too conceited to notice this. “Fine,” her grandfather says. “Tell the girl that as soon as she wakes.”

Delia nods once before leaving the room.

Pythie races up to her room and completes the choker. It’s way too big for her, now that she sized it up, but she puts it around her own neck to test it. Quickly, like in a real fight, she yanks down on the pendant to disconnect it from the chain. When her arm is fully extended, she squeezes the pendant between two fingers to release the mechanism.

It expands into a staff, taller than Pythie herself (though that doesn’t really mean much), before she can blink.

Satisfied with her work, Pythie collapses the staff back into its pendant form and clips it back to the choker. She takes it off her neck, sets it down on her vanity, and begins writing a note to Cady.

Here’s a weapon. You’ll need it. The pendant is magnetically attached to the chain. Disconnect it by pulling it and squeeze the disc. It will expand into a staff. Unlock the joints on the staff and push down to collapse it into a pendant again.

Run. The Bordeauxs want to use you. I don’t know if it will make things better or worse for you. If I were you, I would run. They will find you eventually. It is better to have as much freedom as you can.

Go to Siren’s. It’s on the west side of the island. I have a connection there. Show them this letter. The owner knows my handwriting. They will get you a job. They will hold off the Bordeauxs for as long as possible.

You do not owe me anything for this. Our paths will likely cross again. Pay me back when they do.

She runs downstairs and stuffs both the note and the choker into Cady’s hand.

“She’s useful,” she tics loudly as she stuffs the paper into one hand and slips the necklace into a pocket on the girl’s dirty cargo pants. “She’s useful.”

Cady stirs in her unconscious state. Her eyes, thankfully, remain closed. Pythie stares at her bruised face and arms.

She’ll have to be stronger than that to evade us, she thinks grimly before going back upstairs to her room.

[elysionpriest-blog]

A Pushy Pegasus!? Yuuki’s First Transformation

Yuuki did not expect to run into a pegasus in an alleyway on his way home.

Well, on second thought, maybe that was not the right classification. The magnificent creature had a horn and wings, so technically it would be called an alicorn, unisus, or pegacorn. “Pegasus” was the first thing that popped into his mind when he saw it, though...

Regardless, it seemed to stare right into the depths of his soul. Did it know him somehow? Yuuki vaguely recalled a white winged horse from the odd dreams he had experienced in recent days.

‘Yes, I do know you. I am your loyal steed, Pegasus. I have been searching for you, Master Helios. I am glad to see you are in good health.’

He nearly fainted in shock.

Pegasus was not one to waste time -- while Yuuki had a small existential crisis, the gem on the horse’s forehead lit up. A pendant with a teardrop-shaped gem materialized around the young man’s neck.

“Huh? What’s this?” Yuuki paused his freak-out to inspect the new item.

‘There is not much time to waste,’ Pegasus warned. ‘You need to transform and use your powers to assist Sailor Moon and the others.’

“Sailor Moon? How could I possibly help a superhero who can do anything? Besides, nothing’s attacked the city in a long time.”

‘That is what I am worried about. If you and the Sailor Guardians fail to practice using your powers regularly, it will become far too easy for someone to shatter our fragile peace.’

“Fair point. So, what sort of powers do I have, Mister Telepathic Horse?” Yuuki said, unconvinced. He figured he would soon escape this crazy hallucination -- this had to be his mind playing tricks on him, right?

‘It is easier to explain if you transform. Place your right hand over your heart and repeat after me: Elysion Prayers, Make Up!’

Yuuki rolled his eyes at the cheesy catchphrase, but he still did as Pegasus directed.

“Elysion Prayers, Make Up!”

Yuuki fought the urge to yelp loudly as bright beams of sunlight encased his body, lifting him into the air.

He felt his school uniform melt away, only to be replaced with a new outfit. He was now wearing a long, white garment with sheer sleeves, tassel decorations, and a slit down the side, which was cinched at the waist with a dark teal ribbon. Under that was white pants and shoes.

He felt a strange warmth around his neck and looked down to see two golden chokers appear. A similar sensation at his ears suggested he had matching earrings as well.

Not to be forgotten, the pendant floated upwards and its cord vanished, leaving just the gem. He watched it float closer to him until it painlessly attached itself to his forehead.

All of this happened in an instant (at least, it did to the observing Pegasus), and the instant Helios’ feet were on the ground, he snapped out of his trance.

“EH!? What is this!?” he squawked, twisting and turning as he examined himself. “How did this happen?”

Pegasus ignored the barrage of questions. ‘We must not delay, Master Helios. If we hurry, we may be able to make contact with the young maiden before she leaves --’

“Heiwano-san! Are you okay?”

“...Crap.”

‘We cannot let anyone see you like this. Quickly, de-transform!’

“How do I do that!?”

‘Simply willing it to happen should suffice. Try picturing what you were wearing beforehand.’

Helios closed his eyes, imagining his school uniform, and just like that, he was Yuuki again. “Uh, and what will you do?” he asked.

‘Do not worry about me. Now, go!’

Yuuki rushed out of the alleyway without hesitation.

“Heiwano-san!” A girl waved to him as he approached.

“Ah, Fujioka-san, hello.”

“I heard you cry out, is everything okay?”

“Oh, everything’s fine,” he said, waving off the concern with a small chuckle. “I just found...”

He stuffed his hand in a pocket and found an unfamiliar object. He pulled it out and showed it to her.

“It’s a pegasus keychain. Somebody must have left it there, but how do you lose something like this in a dirty alleyway? I guess I’m going to search for its owner.”

“Pegasus?” she giggled. “Don’t you mean a pegacorn?”

“Or unisus, or alicorn... It’s not like I can ask it what term it prefers.”

“Well, good luck! I gotta get home.”

“See you tomorrow, then.”

“Yeah, see ya!”

Yuuki breathed a sigh of relief as she walked away.

‘I do not appreciate being handled roughly like that.’ The miniature winged horse tossed its mane in disgust.

“Well, if you take the form of a toy, you should be prepared to be treated like one,” he retorted. “So what are my powers, exactly?”

‘We will address that when you can transform without being disturbed.’

“So much for being quick...”

‘It cannot be helped, I am afraid. Protecting your civilian identity is now your greatest responsibility, Master Helios. Everything else will come in due time.’

Yuuki trudged home with more questions than answers.

[justonelie]

Serendipity 1

Hades kissed Persephone’s cheek before walking out of the great hall leaving her with her lover. Hades knew, he knew everything that happened in his domain; however he knew Adrian couldn’t sire kids so he saw no harm in their affair.

Zeus had decided to hold a banquet in order to discuss “something of great importance” just the thought of it had Hades rolling his eyes. “Sebastian wait for Sephonie here.”

Hades waited for the older man to nod before he pictured himself in Olympus. He never went far without Cerebus so when he appeared with the three headed beast no one flinched.

“Abeoji.” Hades’ son, Taehyung, greeted from where he stood with the other half of the rebel twins. Persephone’s son, Jimin, waved from his seat. There was no hatred for him so Hades nodded back.

Taehyung was wearing a black blazer with sequins on the lapel. He had a black silk Gucci shirt on with red dots on it. The shirt was unbuttoned to just under his chest and a shirt matching tie that was pulled down to there. His blonde hair was styled in a part and his eyes were blue today.

“Brother. Where is your wife?” Athena asked with her hand on her son, Namjoon’s shoulder. Athena was wearing a red silk pantsuit with red silk heels that had a weird jewel arangement on it. Her shield was placed in its proper place in the back of her throne and her son was sat in front of her. Her platinum blonde hair was in a bun and she had her jewel comb in it.

“She’ll be along.” Hades said and nodded towards Cerebus who quickly ran out. Hades picked up a drink making sure to reveal his diamond encrusted, red face Rolex. He had an all black suit on, but instead of a blazer he was wearing a leather jacket. Upon his feet was black leather biker boots with spikes on them. His black hair fell around his cheek bones which he knew would make Zeus mad.

“Go get your sister Namjoon.” Athena said as the boy with the artificial dirty blonde hair nodded. He stood and rebuttoned his black blazer over his dark blue button up shirt that was unbuttoned to his stomach. He quickly walked off choosing to stay silent.

Hades turned as Demeter walked in wearing a tan gown that had black lace on it. Her black hair was cut into a bob and her jewelry was a simple teardrop onyx pendant and matching earrings. On her feet were nude platform heels with jewels on them.

“Hades.” she said with a tightness to her voice that a sister shouldn’t have for her brother.

“Demeter.” he said and picked up another glass as the door opened. He turned with a smirk as every goddess gasped softly.

Persephone walked in with her arm linked through Adrian’s. She was wearing an off the shoulder black mermaid gown with small rubies sewn into the bodice and skirt. Upon her right wrist was a pure silver wrap bangle in the shape of a snake; which of course was aimed at Athena. Adrian was wearing a black T-shirt and dark blue jeans with boots and his yellow curls fell to his shoulders.

She walked over to Hades before looking at her son, Jimin. She tapped her cheek which caused him to practically bounce over and give her a kiss on her cheek.

“Hello Eomma. How are you?” he asked smiling at her. The thing about Jimin is he is absolutely pure. He loves the happy things in life; just like his mom had. Jimin had a black v neck T-shirt on that revealed his chest under a royal blue velvet blazer. His hair was silver and his smile bright. He even had a subtle pink smokey eye on. He topped the outfit off with a red and black silk choker.

“I’m doing great.” she said resting her hand on his shoulder. Upon her neck was a silver chain that held a black onyx spider that seemed to glow.

The look on Athena’s face was priceless. Persephone had managed to remind Athena that she was friends with the, once, humans that Athena punished and Seph managed to do it in a classy way. Persephone took the drink and her throne crossing her legs to reveal he knee high platform heeled boots. The heels were like spikes and it even had spikes on it. Adrian smirked from the corner of the throne room and Hades took a seat.

“There’s my beautiful daughter!” Athena exclaimed as her daughter Rebecca walked out with Namjoon.

Rebecca was wearing a short black skirt with a purple bra on. Her brown hair was piled into a bun and she had amethyst earring in her ears. Upon her neck was an owl necklace and her eyes held dark glasses. Rebecca was stunning and she had a confidence that made her brother and cousins proud. She set in the seat in front of Athena’s and to the right of Namjoon

“So where are the rest of our siblings Demeter?” Hades asked interuppting her conversation with his wife.

“Getting ready I assume.” She said turning back to her daughter.

The sound of waves interrupted Hades train of thought and the doors flew open. Poseidon walked in with his trident in his left hand and his wife, Amphitrite, on his right.

His brown curly hair was at his shoulders now and he was wearing a black blazer, white button down shirt with the top three buttons undone, blue jeans and black boots. He smelled of Sauvage and the scar on his face was prominent.

Amphitrite’s brown hair looked wavy and she was wearing a royal blue gown that had a cape attached to the shoulders of the gown. She had a dark blue sapphire dolphin ring on her right hand and her feet held midnight blue velvet heels. Upon her neck rested a beautiful black necklaces with an ocean stone and a matching wedding band. They immediately took their thrones, all business as usual. Poseidon to the right of Hera and Amphitrite to his right.

Right behind him was Aphrodite and her son Seokjin. Aphrodite was wearing a cream satin dress with cream heels. Her honey blonde hair was put up into a bun with curls hanging off of it.

Seokjin was wearing a black blazer and tie with a white polkadotted shirt. He walked to where Jimin, Taehyung, and Namjoon was and sat down starting to talk to them as he raked a hand through his pink hair.

When the door opened again the last three children walked in along with Yoongi’s “bodyguard”.

Yoongi was Morpheus’ son there for he needed a bodyguard for when he was asleep. Which he was before coming here. He was wearing a gray sequined jacket with a white button down shirt. His black hair was missarranged but as he ran a hand through his hair it straightened up.

The second child was Hoseok, or JHope. He was Apollo’s son and was like the sun himself. he was wearing a black vneck like Jimin, a dotted white jacket and a matching black and white silk choker. His hair was a vivid orange and he had his hand in the third kid’s shoulder.

The third was Jungkook he had a black striped mesh blazer with a red Satin shirt on and the first 3 buttons undone. He was Hercules’ son and often got into trouble. His brown hair was parted and he seemed to have a permanent glare on his face.

Ares shrugged past them and sat his double battle ax in the grove his marble throne held for it. He was wearing a full gray suit with a blood red tie. His Rolex had a purple face and diamonds inlayed. He sat down to Athena’s right and the rest sat as they waited for Hera and Zeus.

Zeus walked out in a light gray suit and his brown hair in a quiff. He had a sterling silver rolex on and, of course his lightening bolt in his hand.

Hera had her chocolate brown hair piled into a bun with a diamond hair comb in. She had a pleated silver dress on and diamond heels.

“Why’d you call us here Zeus?” Hades asked holding Cerebus’ chain in his hand.

“A powerful siren has shown up. Hes looking for the human.” Zeus said without needing to elaborate.

“We have to find her first.” Poseidon said and looked at the other Olympians.

“You stick out. There’s statues of you. Everyone knows what you look like.” Jungkook said earning an elbow from Namjoon.

“Do you have a better plan Jungkook?” Hera said in a cold voice.

“Let us do it. No one knows about us; so if the siren gets close they won’t know.” the caramel brunette said with a nonchalant shrug.

The Olympians had to discuss it for a while, but it was decided that the children would be the ones to find the human.

[fashiontrendin-blog]

Men’s Necklaces Are Going Mainstream. Here’s How To Wear Them With Style

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Men’s Necklaces Are Going Mainstream. Here’s How To Wear Them With Style

Unless you raided your dear mother’s jewellery box when you were younger or ran around South East Asia on your gap year like Leonardo DiCaprio in The Beach, chances are, as a man, you’ve never thought about thrusting a chain over your head.

But with an ever-increasing roll call of the coolest men in the world now opting for the men’s necklace (Gosling, Hemsworth, Rocky – need we say more?) and shifting attitudes towards a much-needed blurring of the previously gender stereotyping in fashion (men wear watches, women wear jewellery – let’s all groan in unison) now is as good a time as any to experiment with a chain over your head. Here we take a look at everything you need to get started, from picking the right pendant and length of chain to how you can fit it effortlessly into your already assembled wardrobe.

Ryan Gosling

The History Of Bling, From Henry VIII To 50 Cent

Men weren’t always so averse to a bit of bling around the scruff. The ancient Egyptians were proponents, studding their sheet gold neck wraps and strung beads with amulets and talismans to protect and bring luck to the wearer. Men of the Renaissance period were also fans with the extremely wealthy lavishing all manner of plaques, chains and pendants upon themselves as well as stupendous gem-laden creations that would stretch to their shoulders. Don’t believe us? Check out Henry VIII in his famous portrait by Hans Holbein, sporting a herculean gold chain that would put Run DMC to shame.

RUN DMC

This male love-in with the necklace died out in the 1600s, but returned in the second half of the 20th century when chains once again went from pious symbols of religion to conspicuous signifiers of wealth. Dog tags, Elvis and disco played their parts, but it was in hip-hop fashion that necklaces became the ultimate symbol of decadence with artists punching through the social hierarchy, the ice hanging around their necks offering proof of how far they’d climbed.

In the last decade men’s jewellery has evolved again, now more of a fashion accessory than anything else. Necklaces have sashayed down the men’s catwalk for the likes of Prada, Balmain and Raf Simons in recent seasons. And from high to low, even those unlikely fellas from reality TV show Love Island have been dolling up their perma-tanned torsos with online jewellery retailer Jewlr reporting a 500 per cent increase in sales of men’s necklaces while the show was on the air.

Balmain

“Men wearing jewellery is definitely having a renaissance,” says Alex Simpson, founder of men’s jewellery brand Alex Orso. “There has been a 1990s streetwear revival in recent seasons, which has seen chains, pendants, medallions and rings rise in popularity. This has been picked up on Instagram and street style blogs, which in turn has influenced the styling of characters on mainstream reality TV to create a self-perpetuating trend which I don’t believe has reached its crescendo yet.”

Picking Your Metal

The first step to making like the Pharaohs and the catwalk waifs is to pick out your necklace – starting with the material of your chain and then the pendant to add the unique styling that has made them so popular. “A necklace should feel comfortable and casual almost like a family heirloom,” says Michael Saiger, founder and creative director of US-based jewellery company Miansai.

An oxidised sterling silver chain offers a more masculine and timeless vibe with the colour shade working best in winter months underneath tailoring and next to navy blues and grey. A yellow gold chain is brighter creating a contrast that really pops against black while complimenting warmer tones like orange and brown.

If you’re looking for a casual necklace to fit with a more dressed-down style, then consider waxed cord which especially suits the summer months and days flaunting around the pool while a beaded necklace might have worrying gap year connotations but can add bulk and width to a skinny neck while drawing attention to a sharp jawline (if you’re blessed with one) and works well in combination with other chains.

David Yurman

There are also plated metals to consider but Saiger recommends sticking to the golden two if you are concerned about your skin reacting to the chain. “It’s always best to stick with only sterling silver and solid gold if you have sensitive skin. Those types of metals are extremely fine, and will not react to your skin regardless if you sleep with them or wear them just for the day.”

Aside from the material, there are also different chain designs with the interconnected oval links of a cable chain being the most common. Different chain designs will alter the feel and look of the necklace like the bulkier mesh chain (several different chains linked together for a textured look), the sturdy curb chain (interlocked links designed to lay flat) and the ever-so-fancy Figaro chain (an alternating pattern of differently sized flattened links).

Alex Orso

Make The Pendant Personal

Now, you can of course just stick with the chain, but adding a pendant brings that oh-so-important personality to your look with the ability to turn heads and get the conversation flowing at a dinner party quicker than you can say “Jam Master Jay”. Proud wearer of the men’s necklace Ryan Gosling, has the tag of his beloved dog George attached to his chain, after he sadly passed away in 2017.

However, there’s no prescription for the pendant and it’d be foolish to just follow the lead of the celebs. Just keep your eye out for something that you connect with or can regale an anecdote through, whether it’s a letter or a diamond-encrusted dollar sign. “Ultimately any purchase is personal and based on a selection process,” says Simpson. “What are you attracted to? What complements your style? And what does it say to others about your character?”

Along with a personal touch, Saiger advises looking towards vintage designs in a pendant. “Something that merges the past with the present will always be in style.” For example, one of the key styles at Miansai is the rolled penny necklace which takes its inspiration from the old penny machines found in museums and amusement parks.

David Yurman

Also, note that particular pendants have different meanings. An anchor is an age-old symbol of strength with obvious ties to the sea, while a popular motif for Los Angeles based jewellery brand Nialaya is the Hamsa hand, which is believed to ward off evil spirits and bad luck in Middle Eastern and North African cultures. Other popular pendant styles are the holy cross with its connotations to Christianity, the skull which represents mortality and the feather which is the universal symbol of peace, pacifism and spiritual unity.

“In all scenarios, it must feel natural and should never make you feel self-conscious,” says Simpson. “Some pendants are quite bold or heavy, so it’s worth thinking about where and how long you might be wearing the product.”

David Yurman

Choose Your Length

The most common length of the chain is between 18 and 22 inches, which will sit just below your collarbone while a long necklace will be around 26 to 30 inches long with the pendant hanging around your chest area. A longer chain will help elongate the neck while drawing attention to a broad chest, while a shorter chain will be more readily visible. Anything shorter than 18 inches and you’re getting into choker territory.

“We offer two lengths of chain with the longer length having a more relaxed feel for a night out,” says Simpson, “while the shorter length is to be worn with more formal pieces like a shirt.”

It’s also worth layering multiple chains and experimenting with varying lengths at any one time, with beads working particularly well in a shorter length against a longer chain.

Daniella Draper

How To Wear It

“Long pendant-style necklaces work well over either a loose crew neck or a V-neck T-shirt so the pendant follows the line of the V,” says Sarah Gilfillan, founder of personal styling consultancy Sartoria Lab. When putting together your outfit and necklace, Gilfallan also suggests matching metals for a more considered and put together look. For example, if you’re stepping out with a silver watch on your wrist and a silver buckle around your belt, go for that metal in your necklace choice too.

When it comes to the rest of your clothing choices, the offbeat addition of a necklace suits a casual look such as a white T-shirt and leather jacket according to Gilfillan. “If you do want to wear it with tailoring, I’d go for an open neck shirt with a simple chain showing at the neck of the shirt. If you want to make more of a statement and go for full-on 1980s look, then wear your shirt done up to the top with no tie but with a chain or pendant that is worn over the top of the shirt. Also, ensure your shirt collar is fairly small and neat, and avoid button downs so your necklace can be the point of focus.”

And to kill off two trends with one stone, Gilfillan regards the men’s necklace as the perfect accompaniment to the laissez-faire attitude of a Cuban collar shirt. “The current open neck camp collar shirt styles are perfect for showing off multiple necklaces. Wear with an extra button open to show off those necklaces, and style with slim cut turned up jeans and trainers, mixing gold and silver pendants and chains together for a contemporary look”.

The Kooples

The Best Brands For Men’s Necklaces

Miansai

Hailing from Miami, the bling bling capital of the world, Miansai offers surprisingly subtle signature pendants on chains or waxed cord. Riffing on nautical themes that include anchors, hooks and long, lost treasure in timeless, elegant designs the brand is also favoured by the celebrity crowd with Hollywood actors Zac Efron and Tom Holland both spotted wearing it.

Buy Now: £115.00

Thomas Sabo

Since its founding in 1984 German jewellery company Thomas Sabo has become one of the leading brands in both women’s and men’s jewellery as well as having their designs legally protected worldwide so no-one can steal them for themselves. Its pendants aren’t for the faint-hearted mind, with Day of the Dead skulls and daggers aplenty as well as chunky and colourful beads.

Buy Now: £139.00

Topman

If you were a British teenager in the 2000s there is every chance you raided the Topman bracelet section during your lunch hour with the high street chains necklace range similarly easy to pick up. Inexpensive, stylish and in a range of sizes and designs they make for good layering options with your more expensive pieces or as an entry point if you just want to dip your toes in the trend.

Buy Now: £10.00

Tateossian

A London jewellery maker where the emphasis is on the men rather than the women, Tateossian has become the go-to place for luxury cufflinks in its 28-year history. That’s not to say it doesn’t make a smashing necklace, with some intriguingly unique designs including a diamond pill crafted in aid of the Elton John Aids Foundation and tiny pieces of meteorite sourced from South America.

Buy Now: £295.00

Alex Orso

Minimalist masculinity is the name of the game for London jewellery brand Alex Orso. With pendants in bold designs from 22-carat bottle caps and Komodo dragon claws to polished stone shark tooths, Alex Orso takes a compelling shape and simplifies it for the man who wants to enhance his look, not complicate it. Each pendant comes with a brass chain which you can choose in a short or long style.

Buy Now: £115.00

Luis Morais

Wanting to ignite your inner Keith Richards hipster pirate? Well, a Luis Morais necklace is the one for you with the Brazilian jeweller’s rock and roll vibe favouring the boho beads, colourful skulls and mystic stones the rocker has built his look on.

Buy Now: $900.00

Emanuele Bicocchi

Of course no men’s style list would be complete without a tip of the hat to the Italians. And so we have Emanuele Bicocchi sauntering in for a welcome spritz of sprezzatura. Sterling silver reigns supreme in the Florence jewellery designers collection who has seen his quite gothic creations being worn by the likes of Zayn Malik and Russell Brand.

Buy Now: €149.00

Nialaya

A Dane in America, less a well-trodden Hollywood story trope, more the perfect setting for Jannik Olander to launch spirituality inspired jewellery brand Nialaya. Handcrafted in a Los Angeles workshop, religious imagery from the East features prominently in the designs (especially from Buddhism) which are bang-on for the cosmo gent who wants it to look like he found himself in the local temple on his backpacking tour but really never left the side of the pool.

Buy Now: $219.00

Northskull

Excuse the name, Northskull is not some Danish death metal group born out of the depths of hell, rather it’s an elegant jewellery brand just for us boys. Based in London, reasonable price points and straightforward designs make it an easy choice for those guys who want the designer look to slot into their daily wardrobe without having to shell out on overpriced rosary beads.

Buy Now: £220.00

Sif Jakobs

If you’re worried that the addition of a necklace will have you come across all wannabe show-off rapper, then take a gander at the Sif Jakobs collection of pendants and tell us there is no subtlety in donning a necklace. The Scandinavian jewellery maker creates all its jewellery out of sterling silver and focuses its design on a similar rectangular design spun through various different twists.

Buy Now: €129.00

Serge DeNimes

The fashion brand of Made In Chelsea star and menswear influencer Oliver Proudlock, Serge DeNimes draws heavily on Proudlock’s taste and penchant for boho-chic necklaces. Ever the pacifist, the feather is a recurring motif in Proudlock’s collection as is the patron saint of travellers, Saint Christopher.

Buy Now: £40.00

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#RunningWilde Ch. 33 | Babylon

But you're so brave

Stone cold crazy for loving me

Yeah I'm amazed

I hope you make it out alive

-Brave

Jhene Aiko

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 Head down, eyes to the ground, ankles together, knees apart, hands on thighs.

Heaven had been anxious about giving herself to Aiden, but now that it was done her anxiety subsided and a stillness had come over her. She didn't feel any different -not in any way that she could identify anyway. She thought she would, that somehow being his Submissive would have a weight to it, make her feel trapped or nervous because her wellbeing was in his hands, but it didn't. The contract was just a piece of paper. Heaven realised that maybe she had always been his but unwilling to admit it.

Aiden got to his feet and stroked her curls in the manner that you would a cat. She leant into his touch. "Now that it's official, I think it's only right that we mark the occasion. Don't you?" He tilted her face up to his.

"Yes sir," she replied softly, all of the bite gone from her tone, eager to be on her best behaviour.

The corner of his lips curved upwards at the sound of her willing obedience. He dug into his back pocket and produced a black leather box with gold piping on the top. He flipped it open to reveal a rose quartz cameo pendant surrounded by delicate gold filigree with opaque rose gold straps of organza spouting from either side. The clasp at the back was made up of two small gold blocks that overlapped each other when closed, with a tiny keyhole in the back. "This is for you." Aiden lifted the choker out of the box and Heaven saw the tiny gold key resting underneath. Aiden stood behind her and swept her pink curls over her shoulder. He placed the cameo at the hollow of her throat and pulled the organza straps around her neck. "This is your collar. You're mine now so you are to wear it at all times," he said placing the tiny key in the tiny hole and turning it until there was a tiny clicking sound. He pocketed the key, "You're mine."

"This is my collar?"

"That's what I said. Do you like it?"

"Yes sir," she smiled then added quickly, "Thank you." Aiden acknowledged her manners with a sharp nod. "I've got to admit, I didn't expect it to look like this."

"What did you expect, Heaven?" he said smoothing his rough hands along her shoulders and up her throat

She dropped her head and her skin flushed, camouflaging the organza straps just the way Aiden had imagined; "Leather, studs, spikes...a link for a leash to be attached. You know...a collar."

"I can get you one of those of you'd like."

"No," she said quickly, touching her hand to the cameo, "This is beautiful."

Aiden's eyes tightened, "Did I give you permission to move?" he said sharply.

Heavens hand snapped back to her thigh, "No sir."

He circled her slowly, "You've read the contract. You know what's expected of you, so why would you break the rules, Heaven?"

"I didn't mean to."

"Whether you meant to or not is inconsequential." He stooped down in front of her and took her face in his hands, "You are new to this, but you will learn. I will make sure of it," he said darkly, his eyes glinting with excitement at the thought of how he planned to teach her.

Heaven pressed her fingers into her thighs to keep her arms from shaking, "What are you going to do?"

He rested his hands on top of hers, rubbing his thumb over the back of them to calm her quivering, "What every good Dom does to their bad Sub," he kissed her lips gently until her shaking stopped altogether then whispered, "I'm going to punish you." He stood up and walked over to the wall, eying the various instruments that hung from hooks and bars.

"You don't have to. I won't do it again, I promise."

"I know you won't," he stood by the St Andrews Cross, "Get up and come here."

Heaven looked at the large slabs of dark mahogany crossed in an X shape, with the long satin ties hanging, waiting -taunting her. She swallowed. Ever since he'd mentioned the infamous cross she'd been curious to try it, but now it that was happening she couldn't recall what she'd been so excited about. This was authentic BDSM territory. She'd imagined something hot, taboo and maybe even a little fun, but he was annoyed with her for slipping up. He was making her first experience on it part of her punishment. Would fun even factor into it? She stood up and shuffled over to him, her eyes wide and wary and her knees ready to give way at any given moment.

Aiden watched her approach him with a cold, hard expression etched on his face that he knew would only elicit more anxiety in her. When she stopped he tugged on the sash of her robe to reveal her naked body then pushed it off of her shoulders. Black satin fluttered to the ground and pooled around her feet, making it seem as if his golden fantasy girl had risen out of the darkness. He took a moment to admire her dressed in nothing but her new collar, with her candy coloured curls turning different shades of a late sunset under the flashing lights.

"Face the wall and put your hands above your head."

Heaven pivoted and slowly raised her arms into the air.

Aiden came behind her and held her by the waist. Open palms swept up the side of her ribs, swooped the soft swell of her breasts, and climbed up over her elbows all the way to the tips of her fingers. He spread his hands over the back of hers and pushed them against the opposing ends of the cross. He tied her hands to either side, using the double overhand knotting method to make sure that the ribbons were good and tight so that she didn't have the option of pulling her hand free, with little to no give so that she wouldn't be able to move them at all. He tugged on her writs to make sure.

Heaven's heart sped up.

His hands slid back down her elongated frame and around to her front where they circled her naval, making her squirm and sigh. "I'm going to enjoy this," he smiled. His lips met the nape of her neck, leaving his lip print across the clasp before he trickled more of them down her spine as he crouched down. "Spread your legs for me." He watched as the gap between her thighs widened, her skin flushed warmer, and her lower lips parted, glistening with her arousal and absorbing the pulsating red and blue lights. Aiden placed his finger on the crease at the apex of her inner thigh and pulled her lips open wider. He bit down on his bottom lip, "Poke it out for me, baby. Let me see that pretty pussy," he growled.

Heaven's walls slickened and tightened.

It was always shocking to hear him speak so explicitly, but as mortified as she thought she should be, she wasn't. When Aiden was in his element, the thug in him would crash through his cultivated sophistication and eloquence. He was so brash, so demanding. It was hot. She swooned for the Brixton bad boy that he was at heart.

Heaven arched her back as much as she could but the restrictions of her hands bound to the cross didn't give her much leeway.

Aiden ran his finger back and forth along her crease, skirting the outside of her sex, knowing how maddening it was for her. "You've gotta try a little harder than that," he purred, "I can't kiss it properly if I can't see it. You want me to kiss it don't you?"

She jerked in his hand as the contractions in her stomach grew stronger. "Yes sir," she breathed.

He removed his hand. "Then try harder." He shifted forward; his mouth mere millimetres from her wetness, blowing warm air into her slit, making her clit harden. Heaven rested her face against the V of the cross and pushed back.

His cupid's bow grazed her labia.

Shudder.

Aiden ran his tongue slowly across his top lip, tasting the warm, sticky moisture she'd left behind, simultaneously teasing her with the smooth underside of it.

Heaven gasped.

Shudder. Shudder.

Her knees buckled and her wrists strained sharply at the binds, and for one small fraction of a moment her softness was engulfed by the wet heat of his mouth. She whined in blissed out frustration. That fraction of a moment was worth signing her name on the dotted line

"Mmm. You almost had it, baby," he teased, "And you taste so fucking good. If only you'd try a little harder."

Heaven tried to bend without making the ribbons cut into her wrists, but all she could get was the infuriating graze of his cupid's bow again. "I can't, sir" she panted irritably. "Please come closer."

"No. Try harder, Heaven."

She tried, twisting and turning her hips with fervour only to almost meet his kiss. She growled, "I can't!"

The air cracked as Aiden swiped the underside off her ass, "Who are you raising your voice at?"

She groaned and clutched at the binds, briefly relaxing against the contraption as a small wave of calm flowed over her. It wasn't what she ached for, but it was something. It was contact with him. It was release, sweet, satisfactory release that stung and warmed her skin, sending fine volts of white hot electricity through her nervous system. She bit the corner of her lip and tugged at the small salacious smile that slowly crept across it. God, she was tempted to yell at him again. "Please, sir," she squeaked, feigning the innocence that she had long been stripped of and subtly swaying her hips from side to side.

Aiden's member twitched. His erection was taut and tender to the point that the weight of his trousers and boxers restraining him made him more irritable. All he wanted was to get to his feet and slam every last throbbing inch of his length inside of her as hard as he could, over and over, each stroke hitting her back wall, warning her not to tease him like that ever again but making her want to just to experience just how ferocious and unforgiving he could be. Heaven didn't understand how dangerous it was for him to want her as much as he did, and now that she was his and he could have as much of her as he wanted it didn't ease his cravings, it only made them stronger and more frequent. Aiden knew from experience that that feeling wouldn't subside as the relationship progressed, that the closer they became, the more his desires would take him over.

Her swaying really wasn't helping. Her flower opening and closing, her slender, tight curves flexing and grooving –plus she was bound. Holy fuck, she was bound to his cross, unable to escape him, naked, wanting and misbehaving.

Good girls didn't misbehave.

Hard palms to soft skin, and a louder crack in the sound barrier that ricocheted off of the walls. Head flung back, knees buckled and a blush coloured mouth caught between white teeth as Aiden snapped at her, "Keep still."

"God!" she screamed, her body quivering as the electricity amplified and his hand print surfaced on her skin in his favourite colour.

Aiden traced his finger around the outline as it began to fade and blur together, "You're a bad, bad girl, Heaven, trying to seduce me like that. What's gotten into you tonight?"

She echoed his words back at him softly, "I need you."

"You need me?"

"Yes sir."

"Where do you need me, Heaven? Do you need me here?" He dragged his finger across her skin to her opening and circled the tight circumference, languidly. "Is this where you need me, baby?"

Shudder-shudder-shudder.

"Yes sir."

"Do you need my mouth there?"

Shudder.

"Yes sir."

He pushed his finger a fraction deeper and continued to circle her, "Do you need me to kiss it, Heaven? Do you need to feel Sir's tongue in your pretty pussy?"

Her sex swelled and turned a deeper shade of pink, accumulating enough moisture that it began to gather and drip from her centre and down his finger. "Mmmmmyes...yes sir."

"Well first you have to apologise for being a bad girl."

"I'm sorry, sir."

"What are you sorry for, Heaven?" he pulled his finger back out and circled the edges of her love again.

Heaven fought the urge to scream. "For being a bad girl, sir," she said through gritted teeth. Calling herself a 'bad girl' made her feel juvenile, but at the same time, something about it was empowering. In admitting her attempt to manipulate him a little spark of her control was regained. It made her realise that she had more power as his sub than she initially thought. She could get him to touch her, she just couldn't control how he did it.

CRACK!

Scream.

Knee-buckling shudder.

"Are you giving me attitude again, Heaven?"

"No sir," she panted, burying her face further into the V of the cross to hide her smile.

CRACK!

"Don't lie to me."

"YES SIR!" she cried.

"Apologise."

The words rushed out of her, "I'm sorry for being a bad girl, sir." There was that feeling again, that powerful defiance.

"Now," Aiden went back to stroking her thigh, "Remind me what it is you need," he smirked, satisfied with her response.

"I need you, sir."

"And what do you need from me?"

Heaven paused. He was testing her, wanting her to reply with the answer that would please him most. She blushed furiously as the correct one came to mind; "I need to feel Sir's tongue in my pretty pussy," she whispered.

Aiden's breath caught in his chest. He'd wondered what it would be like to hear her speak so blue but never did he imagine that it would capture him as fiercely as this. Only angels could make sin sound so sinful. It was wonderfully maddening. "What was that?"

"I need to feel-oh-god!"

Aiden painted glossy patterns across her lips with her nectar that continued to pool and drip from her. He groaned at the sight, "Look at how bad you want it." He spread it along the crease of her inner thigh, causing her to squirm more. "I don't think I've ever seen you this wet before, Heaven. I really want you to put your pussy in my mouth so I can tongue-fuck you, deep..."

Shudder.

"...but you just won't try harder. I'm starting to think you don't deserve it."

They were back to the original game. After all of that he was still punishing her. "Please sir," she twisted herself more.

Aiden tutted and shook his head, brushing his torturous lips back and forth over hers, "There's no use in begging me, Heaven. I'm not the one stopping you, you are. All you have to do is come a little closer and I'll be more than happy to give you what you need."

She strained again. "The ribbons are hurting my wrists, sir."

"I know," he smirked, "Surely you don't expect me to reward you for nothing, Heaven, especially after you've been so badly behaved?"

She gritted her teeth, "No, sir." Heaven realised that the only way she was going to get him to give her the pleasure of his kiss was to put herself through pain.

She fixed herself to stand up, unwilling to hurt herself to earn her 'reward' when Aiden stuck out his tongue and ever so gently flicked it underneath the dripping at her opening and moaned.

He closed his eyes and swallowed.

He shouldn't have done that.

He should have waited, but Heaven was liquefying before his eyes and the temptation of tasting her had become too much too resist. He knew he had to regain control and fast.

"You have ten seconds before my offer expires," he grunted. "Ten... Nine... Eight..."

Heaven gritted her teeth and strained against the binds to arch her back deep enough to reach him. Her palms swelled scarlet and below the taut gathers of fabric her wrists paled to the colour of the winter sun.

"Seven...Six...Five..."

She bent her knees and a blend of throaty growling sounds and erratic whimpers escaped her.

"Four..."

The bones in her palms curved inwards, pushing her thumb closer to her little finger.

"Three..."

The cross creaked.

Aiden's heart hammered at her desperation. He was making her do this for him. She wanted him so badly that she was willing to push her own boundaries, grunting and trying her damnest to block out the pain.

"Two..."

Heaven cried out just as she made contact.

He gripped onto her hips and moaned into her, glad that she had passed his test, glad to finally ravish her the way he wanted. He wasn't sure if her cries were from the deep workings of his tongue or the strain of the ribbons around her wrists, but it didn't matter; the sound was erotic and untamed and made fluid leak from his member. She was screaming and panting, and writhing while his grumbles of, "You're such a good girl, such good fucking girl," vibrated into her core.

Heaven squeezed her eyes tighter, unable to gather her thoughts or decipher exactly how the sensation of Aiden's mouth managed to make the pain in her wrists translate to something so intoxicating. Pleasure had taken over and was shooting around her body like an everlasting electric shock. He buried his face deep and leant closer allowing her to ease the tension on her hands until she was back in her original position with her head leant in the slant of the V and his lips were gently pecking her clit.

"Thank you sir," she exhaled as he pulled away.

"How do you feel?" he asked readying the ribbons at the bottom of the cross.

Heaven flexed her fingers lazily and blinked, "A little better," she said surprised. She glanced over her shoulder at him, "You?"

Aiden looked up at her from under his lashes as he made several intricate knots and looped the ribbon around her left ankle, "I'm very much looking forward to fucking you hard up against this cross." He gave the ends one hard tug and secured her foot then moved to the next one. When he was done she was stretched out like a starfish, pulled so tightly that she was sure that if he plucked one of her arms it would resemble the sound of a harp string.

Seeing her bound completely made his dick throb and stirred the beast inside of him. He could feel it unfurling its claws and flexing its thick muscles as it settled inside of his bones, ready and waiting to become one with him. He stood up and slipped his arms around her waist and nuzzled his face into her neck, "You sure you're okay?" It was imperative that she was because what was coming next would leave what they'd just done in the shadows.

"Yes sir," she whispered back feeling just how hard he was. She was flummoxed that he was able to keep himself from taking her at that very moment because his intimidating length and thickness felt powerful enough to tear through his clothes.

"Okay," he kissed the hollow behind her ear. "Remind me what your safe words are."

"Twilight and Midnight, sir."

"Good girl. Twilight is for?"

"For when I need you to go easy me."

"And Midnight?"

"For when I need you to stop, sir."

Aiden rubbed his face in her curls and breathed her in, "If you feel like you need to use them, do not hesitate. Do not say stop or no, as I may take that as part of our play."

She frowned, "Why would that be part of our play?"

Aiden turned his face away as a memory of Ash pretending to resist him as he pinned her against a wall, raised her skirt and tore off her thong before she let him take her in a most animalistic fashion, crossed his mind. "Because you may not mean it." He forced the memory back down before it could ruin his first real scene with Heaven. "BDSM play can get dark. As you get more comfortable with your sexuality and become more trusting of me you may find that there are certain fantasies you want to explore. Fantasies that others are afraid to admit turns them on, let alone act out. This is a safe space for you to do that without judgement, but you have to be responsible about it and I have to trust that you will be, otherwise you will compromise my role as your Dominant. We have safewords for a reason and it is important that you use them to communicate when you've had enough. Okay?"

"Yes sir," she nodded.

"Just because my sexual tastes are more eccentric, that doesn't mean that I am willing to compromise your safety." He breathed her in again, "You are mine, Heaven. It's a priority." He moved to her side and cupped her face, softly kissing her bitten lips and brushing his tongue against hers.

She wished she could hold him. He made every kiss feel like falling in love.

He pulled away and his charcoal eyes burned into hers, "I'm going to blindfold you now." He went to the other side of the room and returned with a black ribbon to match the ones wrapped around her wrists. He covered her eyes, plunging her into darkness. Now the only senses she had to rely on was what she could hear, smell, feel and taste.

The racing thump-thump of her heart and heavy breathing.

Leather, metal, sweat, sex and Molten Brown shower gel.

Smooth satin, cold wood, the slight chill in the air, concrete beneath her feet and the embossed planes of Aiden's solid anatomy and his sweltering body heat against her back.

The faint sweet and salty stickiness of her sex mixed with saliva.

Losing her sight made her more aware of everything else and the more she noticed things the more heightened the experience became.

"What should I use on you first" Aiden asked himself, studying the racks of floggers, canes, riding crops, whips and paddles. It was her first time and he had no doubt that her mind was reeling. He could sense how nervous she was and he didn't want to push her too far too soon.

He had planned to use the riding crop but instead he opted for the flogger, an instrument with a handle as long as his forearm with strips of black leather woven in a basket weave all the way down before each strip flowed freely from the end, giving it the resemblance of a menacing tassel. He bounced the handle around in his palm, reacquainting himself with one of his old favourites. He grabbed the Ben Wa balls from a shelf nearby and placed them in his mouth

Aiden stood at her back without touching her, "Remember these?" he shook the chiming silver balls.

Heaven's stomach clenched.

She remembered how heavy they were and how the heaviness only made her ache for Aiden grow stronger to the point that if left long enough it would turn from something pleasurable to something quite the opposite.

He got down on his knees and flung the flogger over his shoulder. He rolled the first ball around her opening and watched as she squirmed against the binds, then pushed it inside.

Heaven bit her already swollen lips, unsure of when her silence was meant to start.

Aiden kissed the small of her back and held onto her hips as he pushed the ball higher so the second one could enter. He patted her sex, drumming his fingers against her clit so she clenched and unclenched, her vaginal muscles lifting the silver domed weights higher. Standing, he grabbed the flogger from his should and laid the straps against her thigh. Heaven flinched at the dozens of sleek feelers tickling and falling over her skin.

"This is a flogger," he told her, gliding the strips up her leg around her front and over her breasts, acquainting her with its feel. He lifted it from her and grabbed the ends of the strips in his other hand, pushing them towards the handle then tugging on them with lighting speed so that they made an intimidating snapping sound. Heaven gasped and jerked against the cross. Aiden smirked darkly. "Thirty-eight," he reminded her of the number she'd chosen many nights ago when she had started to become more than his captive. "I want you to count each one. If you miss a number we will start from the top. The more times you make me start over, the more you risk seeing evidence of this in the morning, so be a good girl and do as you're told."

Okay sir," she nodded. She sucked in her breath and exhaled heavily, flexing her fingers and readying herself for the first strike.

"Personally I would love to see your body decorated by my hand." He raised the flogger in the air. 

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