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cinnamonest · 4 years ago

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Rewriting my Diluc housewife thoughts but I saved it in my notes this time, but I made it infinitely more sexist than it already was before bc 1) I was in the kink mood and 2) the spirits of writing gods possessed my body and told me that is the way all Diluc content should be, so, this is major 1950s-ish housewifey horrendously misogynistic shit, you've been warned. Like, even *I* looked back over this and was like "wow this is vile" which is kinda saying something for me so, putting the nastier parts under cut for the sake of my followers' eyes ----------- I was thinking about the post a while back about Diluc reforming a criminal darling - a thief around Mondstadt that's been on a crime spree and of course he catches wind of that and goes to defeat the perpetrator (surprisingly very easy? How is a thief this weak?) and haul the bastard off to jail except... What's this? Said criminal is actually just some girl and not a gross ugly bastard?? This changes things. Clearly, this was not an intentional act of malice or greed, but rather, he, master of criminal psychology™, rationalizes that the world is far too cruel for unwifed girls that have no one to depend on, a cold terrible place, so you must have been driven to these actions out of desperation. You had no provider, no caretaker, which are needs. How could you possibly be expected to provide a means of living for yourself?? This is just the consequences of the unfairness of the world. However, things all work out in the end. You need to be taken care of and restrained from these self-destructive choices by force (since you cannot recognize how bad it is, not that you're expected to, it's natural that you have poor perception, that's why you need a man to make choices for you), and he needs a wife. This solution benefits all parties.

He is, however, a rather dense man, and doesn't really think to like, tell you that. Or tell you anything. He's too lost in thought in his planning -- gonna get you new clothes to replace your ragged ones, gonna have to rearrange the guard schedule so they can watch the house better, all that -- and just kinda slings you up and over his shoulder without a word. Ignores you kicking and hitting because it doesn't really hurt or anything, you're too weak for that. Just says he’ll explain in detail later, but don’t worry, you’re not going to jail. He’s just taking you home. This is better, he says. Stop struggling so much, what, you want to go to jail? No? Then be still. And you don't recognize that it's good for you yet, but again, that's expected. In a better time or society, you would have been married off sooner, and prevented from ever falling victim to your own decision making to begin with, but the world isn't perfect and you can be forgiven for it. You're not responsible for your own actions since you can't comprehend them. It's frustrating and he sighs a bit over it, but that's just the way things are. You'll be happy in the long run, even if it takes a while, you're naturally programmed for a better lifestyle he has in mind. And, really, he's glad you weren't married off, because if you were then he never would have had you, so even though it was technically unideal, the stars align and the universe works out things perfectly. It's all the more of a sign that this was fate and you were made for him. The issue is that a hardened criminal darling is... Not the ideal candidate for a housewife. To some extent, he's right that the criminal underworld hardens a person, you can't survive in that realm if you're submissive or weak willed. And criminal darling certainly is not. Loud mouthed, opinionated, argumentative, bad attitude, defiant and aggressive and very much unafraid. A complete loose cannon. All very unfavorable traits. Worst of all, very much unaccepting of and ungrateful for the privilege of a second chance and being graciously granted the opportunity for a better life. Lots of bad behaviors.

The cursing is a problem. It's not very... Wife-like. Gives off a bad image, you know. Especially since said cursing is usually directed at him at a very loud volume with a snarl and getting all up in his face to tell him he's fucking insane and a bastard. To be honest, the worst part isn't the words themselves, it's the fact that you are so unafraid to be defiant and so fiery that is the primary issue. You disobey very deliberately. Little acts of pettiness. Being mean to the maids who are so graciously trying to teach you how to cook (at his direction), since you had no idea how to (and nearly burned his house down as a result). The first time you were mean and bitter and that's how you learned they report back to him about how you behaved. It did not go over well.

Intentionally burning food. Once you somehow found a bottle in a cabinet somewhere in the mansion and put rat poison in his food, made him sick. Muttering a sarcastic whoops and shoving a vase off to crash and shatter on the floor. Early on you refused to wear all the nice dresses you were generously given and even tried to go through his clothes to find something to wear, which was kinda cute since it was way too big, but still. You mutter and grumble under your breath every time you're given a command. The most important thing is sex, though. You know, your job. One of your only real responsibilities. He has a very stressful job. It's only reasonable that he can expect to come home to his sweet, loving little wife with open arms and equally open legs. You've probably fucked around a bit right? For money, for favors, for intel, you get the idea, lots of ties to criminal gangs to earn their trust. So, if you do it for something so insignificant, how much more does he deserve it for taking care of you fully? You should -- and you will, with time -- drop to your knees the second he walks through the door. But instead, sigh, you fight and whimper and cover your face in shame after you spasm and cum, and worst of all, you actively try not to cum. You shouldn't feel ashamed of that, it's good, he says. Sure, you may not be officially married (since the laws of Mondstadt unfortunately require that whole "consent" thing for both parties, ugh), but, he's basically your husband right? So, it's perfectly normal, you're supposed to cum for him. Maybe once you're all knocked up you'll be even hornier, and less shameful. He actually wasn't expecting you to be this bad. Incredibly stubborn and prideful. Literally the exact opposite traits of a good wife, you know, submissive and humble and obedient. He kinda thought that it was like... automatic. That once he just kinda shoved you in the right environment, it would be like flipping a switch right? Apparently not. But no matter. It can be changed, with effort and time. You're worth it. See, you're not supposed to backtalk him, you're supposed to smile and do what you're told without question. You're supposed to submit and obey, and instead you seem hellbent on pissing him off out of spite - and frankly, you're doing a good job of achieving that. Every time you defy him it sparks an irritation he can't describe, worse than he'd normally get from just being snarled at by anyone - no, something about being disrespected by someone he feels is beneath him makes him much, much angrier than it would be if it were, say, one of the business partners who get snappy and argumentative very frequently. He could break you and it would be easy, don't you know that? You stomp and you hit him and you yell, but clearly you process that you have to look up to look him in the eye, you have to realize how much smaller you are. You hit him even though you have to know by now he'll just grab your wrists, and like always you'll be unable to even hope of pulling out of his grip, the strength difference between you two is so great. There's no way you don't realize all that, yet you continue to behave the way you do. The inferiority is so blatantly obvious, but you act as if it's not. He spends a lot of time contemplating the source of this, the cause of your behavior, it occupies his thoughts. It's like... You resent him for something. Could it possibly be kidnapping you and keeping you as a glorified sex slave? No, no, that's not it. It's something else, yes. Are you just bitter about being inferior in, you know, every conceivable way? Is that it? The criminality for you was compensation to make you feel powerful, perhaps. You have a complex. You resent him not for anything he's done, but because you know he's stronger and smarter and generally superior to you. You don't want to accept it. You're prideful when you shouldn't be. You're supposed to be humble and content with your inferiority. Yeah, that's it. You just have a negative perception of the lifestyle you're supposed to have. Maybe some event in your life or someone else warped your view of things. You don't realize how happy you'd be if you just accepted it. Yes, if you submitted to it, if you swallowed your pride and actually accepted your place, you'd find you would be very happy, you just don't know that. Or maybe, your brain can't grasp something like that. After all, that's the reason you're supposed to be the submissive party of the two of you, you're not as bright or perceptive (says the densest man alive). You have to be... Led. Guided. So he says it. He is, again, a dense man. He does not really think about the fact that perhaps blatantly confronting you with the epiphany he thinks he's had and specifically using the words inferior and weak and small is probably not going to make you very happy. You get bitchy and bratty and try to hit him and he sighs because, see, this is exactly what he's talking about. You reacting the way you did only confirms you do have a complex, he says. So, how could he go about... reconditioning? He is not the most creative man, but thankfully it's a rather easy problem to solve. If you're reminded of a reality often enough, you have to accept it. For starters, using physical strength against you. Maybe that will metaphorically open your eyes. Holds you down in place when you're hitting him like you do, firmly bending you over a counter or whatever and just holding you in place. Come on, try to get up, try to push him off. You snarl and claw at the marble and push will all your strength, but he doesn't budge, not until you politely apologize and ask him to let you up. If you're being difficult and not going where he tells you to, well, he can just sling you up over his shoulder and carry you. If you're fighting being fucked he can just flip you over and press your face into the mattress and hold you still, and you can't help but take the brutal reality that you're basically a ragdoll to him, that is, physically overpowering you doesn't even require trying. It helps to knock you down a peg, remind you of your place and maybe get you to swallow that pride a bit. The orgasms and fucking have a similar effect -- every time you can't help but feel like he has a power over you. And really, he kinda does. Every time you lay there still panting and shivering in aftershock, the shame comes swarming in, all the obscene noises you made and the way you came undone under the person that treats you like property. Even if the rational part of you knows better, you can't help but feel like in a way it's like you let him win, allowed yourself to more or less prove him right. Maybe you'll learn better if you're in more humiliating positions. Stuck getting rammed from behind, hand forcing your face down and ass up. Actually correcting bad behaviors requires more direct approaches, so he takes the... Old fashioned route. After all, it's pretty much guaranteed to work. You don't listen to words, you don't listen to reason, but you'll certainly listen to handprints and belt welts on your ass. It's the first time you really, truly break, and that brings him a lot of satisfaction. The first time you really cry and whimper and beg and apologize so profusely it feels like you mean it for once. Granted, for a while you just persist in your bad behaviors and even try to run when you see him sigh and take the belt off, but you never get far. And, most notably, you actually fix your behaviors, with enough reminders. At one point, the next time you start being bad and get to bitching and snarling and putting up a fight, you catch the look on his face and, for once, you shut your mouth and look down and mumble an apology by default. See, you're learning. Speaking of, you still have that major issue with backtalking him. You're supposed to submit to him and acknowledge his authority over you. So he gets firm. Grabs you by the jaw and forces you to look him in the eye and reminds you that you will *not* get an attitude with him. You *will* show some respect. You say yes sir and no sir and do what you're told. And if you forget, he can give you a reminder, if you want that. But you shake your head with fear in your eyes, say you don't want that. It makes you mad. You want to lash back, but you swallow your pride and mutter a fine - before realizing the mistake, violating the rule you were just reminded of. You stammer out a yes sir but it's already too late. He has to control himself too, not let his anger get the better of him. He speaks in a way that isn't snarling and mean, but rather firm, cold, a flat tone that asserts dominance and demands respect. But... still wants you to like him. So he has to be nice, too. After all, you'll learn better if you're rewarded for being good, right? So you can get little rewards. Words of affirmation. A pat to the head. He'll buy you something you want, let you drink a bit (since, as a thief, of course, you had a problem with that before you came home, but that had to be corrected too, since drunkenness isn't very befitting). And sooner or later he does have a really good little wife. He's proud of you. You smile and obey commands without complaining. He can come home every day, and rather than hearing a long report from the staff about how much trouble you caused that day, instead you have food and smiles and sweet affection waiting on him, you hug him when he walks through the door. You're polite and sweet to the various business partners and guests that come through -- you don't speak to them without permission though, of course, and you look down at the ground so you don't make eye contact with another man. People say he's lucky and how they wish they had a wife that was so outwardly affectionate to them as you are to him, always clinging to him physically. And you don't complain or every object to anything, you just smile and say yes and do it. It makes him happy in a weird way he can't quite articulate. A warm swell of pride, a feeling of success. You have vague memories of a time when you were breaking into houses just to scrape by, not knowing when you'd eat next, not knowing where you'd sleep. It's kind of a fuzzy memory now. You don't have to worry about those things anymore, and you're a lot happier this way.

#this is vile im sorry #tw: ff #tw: misogyny #.dl #yan.txt #q

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hunterclaringtonswitch · 5 years ago

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Easter Eggs ~ Hunter & Owen

Hunter’s Eggs: Dance Studio, Third Hour, Ruler

Participants: @owenepierce & @hunterclaringtonswitch

Owen

With third period almost beginning, Owen scurried excitedly through campus on his way to the institute's dance studio. After all, Hunter Clarington was as good a cause as any to be excited. Owen had noticed the switch on campus here and there and immediately noted how attractive he was. He was muscular, stoic, broody - virtually the opposite of Owen in personality, but that only made him all that much more desirable to the blonde. Jitters of adrenaline coursed through his veins as he went over the routine he had in mind for Hunter once more. Dressed in a tank-top that was his signature shade of baby-pink and as well as a pair of black booty shorts that showed off his impressive booty, Owen finally found his way to the studio with a moment or two to spare. Waiting at the entrance, he started to stretch out his legs in anticipation of what was to come.

Hunter

Hunter saw Owen approaching and gave the sub a nod, pleased by his promptness. "Come on in, Owen," he said, waving him into the room. The dance studio had a good radio and sound system and everyone had spoken about the mirrors. He'd never given much thought to the idea of watching their reflections, but he could understand the appeal now. Unlike Owen, he was wearing a pair of navy trousers and a white button down shirt, sleeves rolled up his forearms. The ruler was laying on the bench by the far wall and he said, "I would like to see your dance routine. As discussed, if it's good, I'll give you a spanking with the ruler and you even get to cum for me. Does this sound agreeable?"

Owen

Owen turned at the sound of his name and almost immediately took in a breath. He hadn't been this close to Hunter yet and now that he was, it took his breath away a little bit. The switch was mercilessly handsome, and his attire only complimented the sharp, almost 1950's brand of appeal he had going on. Owen wet his lips and collected himself as quickly as he could - trying his best to tear his eyes away from the way Hunter's button down shirt hugged his chest. "Hi, sir!" He said cheerily as he followed Hunter into the studio. Owen nodded happily to Hunter's requests, taking note of the rule laying on the bench. "That sounds perfectly agreeable, sir - and I certainly hope to not be the only one cumming here today..." Owen gazed at Hunter with a flirtatious glint in his eye before turning slightly to take in his surroundings. "This is perfect!" The blonde cooed excitedly as he looked around the studio. "You're gonna get to see me from absolutely any angle you might want...and I'm gonna get the same pleasure." The blonde gave Hunter a wink. Clearing his throat, Owen stepped forward and took Hunter's hand and led him to the bench where he sat him down. "Now - you just sit here, sir - and enjoy the show. These are gonna be the easiest points you've earned yet." With that, Owen flounced off to the opposite end of the studio where the speaker was. Once there, he squatted down to plug in his phone and select the song to go with his routine. While doing so, he made sure to stick his bubble butt outwards as provocatively as he could, hoping that Hunter would take notice. How could he not, after all?

Hunter

Something about the sub's perky, confidant attitude made Hunter think of a golden retriever puppy. It wasn't necessarily a bad thing, just not something he was used to dealing with often. Owen was definitely nice to look at and Hunter had to wonder if his recent affinity for blond men might have something to do with a certain Dominant. That...was best thought about on another date. He allowed Owen to tow him to the bench so he could take a seat. "Oh, I do plan to enjoy it," he said, because he was fairly sure the other young man would be able to back up his promises with some skill. Hunter's eyes tracked Owen over to the radio and he definitely appreciated the show that was put on for him. Leaning back, he commented, "I like the shorts."

Owen

The blonde submissive grinned proudly to himself. There was little that provided greater satisfaction than when someone bit the bait he tossed out. "Mmm, you do, huh? You sure it's the shorts you like, sir? Or is it what they're barely covering?" He turned and threw the switch another wink before hitting play on the speaker. Instantly, Britney Spears' 'If U Seek Amy' began - a fitting song, considering the request within the title if one were to sound it out. Owen moved to the center of the dance studio, his back still turned to Hunter and dropped slowly into the splits. Once on the floor, he braced his hands on his muscular thighs and began to bounce his ass erotically to the beat. After a bit of that, Owen fluidly got to his feet and made his way purposefully towards Hunter. Just before he got to him, the boy dropped to his knees and crawled the rest of the way, until he was at Hunter's feet. At that point, Owen trained his blue eyes sexily on Hunter's gaze and began to inch upwards - taking a moment to graze his nose against the other's groin - until his hands were braced on Hunter's knees and their faces inches apart. "How much do you like these shorts again, sir?" Owen smirked and took Hunter's hand, bringing it to his ass. "Do you like 'em too much to rip them off me?"

Hunter

Hunter quirked a brow at Owen and said, "From the looks of things, everything underneath must be spectacular, though I reserve judgment for a later time." The pop song that began to pump through the sound system wasn't anything Hunter was familiar with, but it seemed like the sort of thing one would dance to. Starting off with a split was definitely impressive and Hunter sat back, watching as Owen bounced on the floor. It wasn't actually much in the way of dancing, but damn was it captivating and Hunter felt his cock responding with interest. He hissed when the other man crawled to him and brushed his dick, meeting his eyes. His hands clenched at the suggestion and he cleared his throat. "I'd like nothing more than to tear them off you and bend you over my lap right now, but...best you just take them off." He didn't want to try ripping the shorts and have his grip strength on the left side fail him, or worse, jar the arm and wind up in pain, a distraction he did not want.

Owen

The blonde smirked haughtily, noting Hunter clenching his fists. There was nothing that turned him on more than having that sort of effect on men - the effect that left them powerless and yet at the same time, empowered to do absolutely everything their dirty minds could conceive. It seemed as though Hunter's resolve was a bit tougher than Owen anticipated. That - to the blonde - was merely an extended challenge that he was more than eager to accept. "Oh, alright sir...if you insist." He swiped his tongue teasingly along the boy's jawline before he retracted and started to dance a bit in front of him, his hips gyrating erotically while he kept his gaze locked on the others entirely. Finally, Owen loosened the drawstring on his booty shorts and let them pool at his feet, revealing a hot pink thong that accentuated his self-proclaimed perfect ass. Owen turned and gave it a few teasing jiggles as the music went on. "Don't forget the ruler, sir - I know you're a bit distracted right now, but we want you to get those points, don't we?" Owen giggled and through another wink at Hunter over his shoulder.

Hunter

Keeping his breathing steady, Hunter enjoyed the view of Owen's bouncing ass as the tiny shorts slipped off of his cheeks. "All over tan?" he teased, noting the lack of tan lines. Unable to help himself, he used his good right hand to give Owen's ass a slap, enjoying the way the flesh jiggled. "Oh, I won't forget the ruler, Owen," he said with a smirk, picking up the ruler and swishing it through the air. "I'm just waiting till you finish and bend your pretty self over my lap." He was definitely looking forward to that, seeing Owen draped over his lap, ass up, waiting to feel the sting of the ruler against those plump cheeks.

Owen

Biting his lips suggestively, Owen nodded as he continued to dance. "Oh yeah - I found a great spot on the roof of the submissive dormitory where I can get my tan on." As the song came to a close, Owen bent forward and snapped up (something akin to a certain, iconic blonde lawyer's signature move) before pivoting on his heels and gliding back towards Hunter. Smiling with pride and a little breathless from all the dancing, he plopped himself down on Hunter's lap, wrapping his arms around the man's neck. Swinging his legs up and over Hunter's legs so that they were dangling cutely off his lap. "Well? How did you like the show, sir?" The blonde toyed with the buttons on Hunter's pristine white shirt, wanting desperately to get it off. He glanced downwards and noticed a very impressive bulge in the man's dress pants. "Mmm... It sure looks like you enjoyed it, anyway."

Hunter

Hunter gave a little huff as Owen plopped down onto his lap, but he placed a hand low on the boy's back, right where the swell of his ass began. "You are quite the performer, Owen and I did enjoy the show," he said, letting his palm trail down to cup one of his cheeks. "I think you earned your reward, don't you?" He held the ruler loosely in his bad hand, letting it trail up the impressive thigh muscles. "Pink is a good color on you, but I think we should see how a little red looks too, hmmm?" He leaned back and raised his brows, unbuttoning his shirt as he waited for Owen to move into position.

Owen

A shiver ran through Owen's body at the feeling of Hunter's hands trailing down his back towards his rear. He bit his lip and let out a little whine under his breath when the other fully grabbed his ass. Nothing did him in like being gripped roughly like that. The blonde submissive nodded excitedly at Hunter's question. "Oh yes, sir - I certainly worked my ass of for you doing that dance; pun totally intended." He added with a flirty wink. Owen giggled at Hunter's suggestion. "I think you'll find any color looks great on this booty - but...yeah, red might look best, especially if you're the one providing the color." With that, he stood up and watched as Hunter began to unbutton his shirt, revealing a jaw-dropping physique underneath. "Wow... L-Let me help you with that, sir." Owen stuttered uncharacteristically and knelt at Hunter's feet. He unbuttoned the remaining buttons and leaned in to press a few heated kisses against his abdominal muscles, breathing out provocatively against the others skin. Owen leaned back and found himself at a loss for words. With his shirt unbuttoned, Hunter really was the picture of dominance and Owen was all too eager to find out just how dominant he could be. Without any further delay, Owen stripped off his own tank-top, leaving him solely in that pink thong. Then he gently laid himself over Hunter's lap and propped his ass up, arching his back sexily as he did so.

Hunter

"Seems like there's plenty of ass here to work with," Hunter teased, giving Owen's ass another squeeze. It was nice to know the sub appreciated his body, Hunter worked hard to keep in shape, muscles lean and hard as opposed to the rounded fullness of Owen's own musculature. He leaned back, letting Owen lick and kiss his abs, the hanging shirt still covering the worst of his scars. "Good boy," Hunter praised, running a hand through the blonde hair before Owen sat back to strip off his own top, not that it really covered much of anything. "Now, isn't that a look...when the weather gets warmer, you should so come to class just wearing this some day," he mused as Owen draped himself over Hunter's thighs. The young man arched prettily, offering up his ass and he smoothed a hand over the silky soft skin.

Owen

Owen giggled at Hunter's suggestion. "Mmm, I don't know... Don't you think I'd be a pretty big distraction to the learning environment if I went to my classes in this little thing?" Owen teasingly gestured to his thong by bouncing his butt a little over Hunter's lap. "You might have to order me to show up like this so I don't get in trouble - and while you're at it, you could order me to sit in your lap like this all class, too. I'm not sure either of us would learn much, but I think it'd be more than worth it." Owen whined through clenched teeth at the touch of Hunter's strong hand against his smooth, perched ass. "Mmf. Sir. Please..." Owen wiggled his butt desperately in Hunter's lap as a wordless plea for the Switch to strike it.

Hunter

"People have been known to be ordered to class naked," Hunter said with a smirk. "People around here have gotten used to seeing pretty bodies on display in all manner of compromising situations." Giving Owen's plump ass a final squeeze, Hunter shifted the ruler to his good hand and used it to pat Owen's bottom. "I want you to count each one, Owen," he instructed. "And if you need me to stop, definitely use your safeword. What is it again?" As much as he was looking forward to this, Hunter wasn't the type to go into a scene without double checking the safeword.

Owen

Nodding to Hunter's instruction, Owen shifted his weight slightly so that he was comfortably situated for the upcoming impacts. "Got it, sir. My safeword is 'snap' like...the bend and snap from my favorite movie, Leg-..." Owen stopped himself. "Okay, maybe now's not the best time for the explanation...uhh, yeah it's 'snap'. I'll be sure to use it if it does get to be too much - but please, please don't hold back, sir." The desperation in Owen's voice was heavy, not to mention his own cock was beginning to strain at the thin, pink fabric of the little garment he still had on. He needed this, and he needed it badly.

Hunter

Not wanting to wait, Hunter brought the ruler down onto Owen's ass, the crack of wood on flesh ringing through the room. He quickly followed it up with three more blows, making sure to shift the position of each strike so that more skin glowed red after each impact. "That's a good boy," he praised as Owen counted as ordered, palming the warm skin again before beginning another round of spanking. His cock was hard and pushing against Owen's hip and he could feel the sub's dick against his thigh, straining in his little thong. Playfully, Hunter tugged the thong aside and spread Owen's cheeks, tapping his pucker with the ruler.

Owen

Pain mounted with each strike of the ruler. Strangely enough, so did Owen's arousal. As he counted up the smacks to his quickly reddening behind, his cock stood at full attention between Hunter's knees, straining desperately at the fabric and even dampening it slightly with precum. Owen whined delightedly at the praise and even angled his ass further up as if it would make the smacks come faster. Putting one arm out on the bench to brace himself, he arched his back and began to rut slightly against the bulge in Hunter's pants. He knew he could be potentially stepping out of line in doing so, but he needed more - and this was how he typically went about getting it. "Five." Owen groaned out, giving a little squeal of arousal when the ruler made playful contact with his hole. "Mmm... Do that again, sir. Please."

Hunter

"Only at 5 and you're already this worked up?" Hunter said, smacking the boy's tight little hole again. "Someone's excitable." He didn't mind that Owen was humping his lap and he gave his ass another few smacks. Since the other man had been so flirty during their conversation about the scene, Hunter had come prepared and slipped a tube of lube from his pocket, squirting some on his fingers. He slid them between Owen's cheeks, circling the boy's asshole even as he continued to bring the ruler down on his ass. "Have you ever been fingered while someone's spanking you, Owen?"

Owen

"I can't help it, sir." Owen hummed between spanks. "Maybe you're just a little too good at this..." Owen's rear shook involuntarily in the after-math of being smacked several times with the ruler and while the pain was certainly pleasant, the sexual pleasure was so much greater - causing Owen to whine when the strikes briefly stopped. "Sir..." He begged, needing to feel Hunter's /anything/ against his ass. Suddenly, a new sensation met his rear end and he gave a surprised start before he picked up on the fact that it was lubricant. Immediately, Owen melted into Hunter's lap, sighing happily as Hunter teased his puckering, desperate hole. "I haven't, sir. I'd really like to try it, though." He angled his ass upwards again. "Please... Make this ass yours, mmf....thirteen." He obediently counted after yet another smack.(edited)

Hunter

Hunter continued to tease Owen's ass, pressing his finger against the twitching little hole each time he brought the ruler down on one of his cheeks. He kept this up for a few minutes, but on strike 20, he eased a finger knuckle deep into the blond. His movements were a little awkward, given that he was using his bad hand, but he had enough control to pump the digit in and out of Owen, feeling the boy's muscles clenching around his finger. "Fuck, your ass is just sucking my finger in," he said with a chuckle, crooking his finger and hoping he was finding the prostate as he set the ruler aside, instead delivering a spank with his open palm.

Owen

Letting out an elated gasp as he felt Hunter’s finger finally entering his tight hole, the blonde arched his back again and practically purred. “Mmm, thank you sir. Oof, that feels so good.” The submissive clenched his hole needily around Hunter’s finger, moaning in ecstasy when he felt the other’s digit graze his prostate. Almost at the same moment in which Hunter found Owen’s spot, he brought a hand down against the boy’s bare, sore ass, punctuating the movement making Owen’s cock throb in earnest. “Sir…” Owen gasped out. “I… I’m going to cum if you keep doing that.” As badly as Owen wanted release for himself, he didn’t want it without providing the same courtesy to his current Dominant, and he suspected Hunter wouldn’t allow it, regardless. Rutting against Hunter’s still rudely clothed cock, Owen brought the hand he wasn’t using to brace himself rather awkwardly between Hunter’s legs where he started to rub against the pronounced cock head that was hard enough to be defined over Hunter’s pants.

Hunter

When Owen moaned that he was going to cum, Hunter eased his finger out of him and rubbed the small of his back to settle him. “I think I’d rather have you cum when I’m inside you,” he said with a grin, rocking against Owen’s hand. His hand smoothed over Owen’s ass, squeezing the cheeks. “What do you say, Blondie? You want to ride my cock?”

Owen

Groaning in desperation at the removal of Hunter's finger, Owen blew a huff of air through his lips as Hunter began to rub his back, bringing the dry-humping down to a minimum. At Hunter's words, though - Owen's disappointment at being empty was almost immediately replaced with boundless excitement. Arching his back so that he could meet Hunter's eyes over his shoulders. "Mmmf, there's literally not a single thing I want more, sir." Giving Hunter's cock another, more fervent squeeze threw his pants at the endearing nickname the other used for him, Owen continued to beg as prettily as he could. "I want this cock inside me so badly, sir. I'll ride you so well, promise." Casting his doe-like blue eyes at Hunter, he gave one final rut against him, hoping it would provoke the other into taking what was absolutely his.

Hunter

Hunter let out a low groan as Owen writhed on his lap and gave the boy's ass a final slap. "Get up and get naked," Hunter said, standing to shuck off his trousers and boxers once he was free to do so. Then he returned to his seat. If he had Owen ride him, then he could watch the boy's ass bounce in the mirror, a very appealing thought. "Sit on my lap, straddling my thighs," he directed, his bad hand stroking Owen's abs, good hand snaking around him to tease his ass open further. He'd only gotten one finger inside him earlier and the boy would need more than that. "Think unsexy thoughts for me, Blondie. Gotta open you up a bit more before we get onto the show."

Owen

Owen could sense the urgency in Hunter's demand - it was clear that he wasn't the only one desperate for relief and knowing that he had managed to have such an effect on someone who he had observed to be so poised and unshakably did wonders for Owen's self-esteem. Gracefully standing to his feet, Owen threw off his undergarment, letting his erect cock finally spring free. Owen then turned to watch Hunter disrobe, his mouth salivating at the sight of such a beautiful form - every inch of him was perfect; his legs were thick with muscle and all the led upwards to an even more impressive cock. "Sir..." Owen gasped out - speechless for maybe the first time in his life. His eyes trailed up and noted that Hunter did remove his shirt - but as the fabric moved the blonde noted a slight scaring on his torso. He mentally reminded himself to ask about that later, but now was hardly the time. Nodding obediently, Owen walked forward, wrapping his arms around the switch's shoulders and situated himself lightly on his lap, moaning happily at the feeling of the others cock sliding up against his hole. Gasping out when Hunter began to tease open his hole, the blonde chuckled quietly. "It's....next to impossible to not think about sexy things sitting in your lap like this, sir - but I'll try..." Clenching his eyes shut he tried to shut off his brain so that the ring of muscles would relax enough for Hunter to properly prep him - once that happened, Owen slid down easily onto Hunter's added digits and he began to bounce slightly. The blonde turned slightly and caught their reflection in the mirror - and boy was it a sight to behold. "Wow... Look at us..." Owen nodded to the mirror and smiled wickedly when Hunter did too. Leaning in to nip teasingly at Hunter's lobe, Owen whispered heatedly against the same ear; "I want to watch you fuck me, sir. Please...make this ass yours."(edited)

Hunter

When he could pump three fingers into Owen, Hunter decided that was enough prep and pulled his hand back. With the boy whispering filthy things in his ear, holding back was not going to be easy and Hunter gripped the base of his cock, slapping it against Owen’s hole before pressing inside. “Fuck!” He hissed as warm, slick muscles squeezed his cock and he grabbed onto the blond’s hip, urging him into motion. “That’s it, Blondie, ride me like a good boy.” The reflection in the mirror was amazing. Owen’s plump ass bouncing on his lap, his cock disappearing into his body again and again. “That’s freaking gorgeous,” he said, pulling Owen in for an open mouthed kiss, nipping at his lips.

Owen

Clenching his eyes shut, his hand moving from Hunter’s shoulder to the back of his hair, Owen’s focused on his breathing as he took the other’s cock in. After a moment of relaxing, he slid down on Hunter’s member and felt the tip come into direct contact with his prostate, eliciting a satisfied moan from the blonde. At Hunter’s initiation, Owen began to bounce on the other’s cock as he watched them go at it in the mirror. Averting his gaze from their reflection, Owen brought both hands to Hunter’s muscular chest to brace himself as he lifted his ass almost entirely off the other’s cock only to come slamming back down on it. Smiling proudly at Hunter’s praise, Owen brought a thumb to the other’s jaw and wet his lips. Before long they were fully making out; it was a frenzy of desperate, passionate tongue and love-bites and all the while Owen continued to work his ass expertly over the other’s cock. “You’re amazing, sir.” The blonde gasped out between kisses. “Fuck me harder, please.”

Hunter

Playfully, Hunter smacked Owen’s bouncing ass. “Gotta say, you were not overselling yourself,” he breathed, hips rocking, thrusting up into Owen each time the other settled on his lap. He could feel Owen’s cock, hard and leaking, trapped between their abs and wormed his hand in there, wrapping it around him. “Are you going to be good and cum for me, Blondie? I want to feel you cum on my dick while I’m fucking your.” As he spoke, he began to stroke Owen’s cock in smooth, sure motions.

Owen

Letting out a breathless little giggle at Hunter's compliment. "Mmm, I'm super glad you aren't disappointed, sir." With a wink he leaned in and pressed another desperate kiss to the switch's lips as he ground down with abandon on his hard member. As if the feel of his own cock being sandwiched snugly between his own stomach and Hunter's abs wasn't enough, Hunter added some deliberate stroking to the mix and sent Owen straight to the edge. "Oh, sir - yes....yes, I wanna be good and cum for you. Please, please - fuck my cum out of me." Owen bounced desperately in Hunter's lap, his pink lips parted as he paned and whined with arousal. "Sir... I"m going to cum, I'm gonna-..." Without another word, Owen did just that and released his arousal between the two of them. He gave a heavy, relieved sigh, but still didn't relent and kept bouncing and squeezing his hole around Hunter's cock to trigger his own release.(edited)

Hunter

The desperation in Owen’s voice was truly delicious and Hunter struggled to hold back his own pleasure. Thankfully, he didn’t have to wait long before Owen was writhing and moaning, his cock spurting between their bodies, his muscles clenching around Hunter. He moaned, thrusting up hard into the blond and pulling him in for another kiss as his orgasm hit, intense and fast, Owen’s strong muscles milking his dick for every drop. Not wanting the rush to end, he continued to rut up into Owen, letting the other boy lean on him to enjoy the afterglow.

Owen

There was nothing quite like being kissed along with the simultaneous sensation of being filled and feeling the results of his partner's orgasm shoot into him. Owen sighed out in delight and collapsed against Hunter's solid frame. The blonde nuzzled sweetly into the crook of Hunter's neck and sighed again. "That was incredible, sir..." He said sleepily. As fun as sex was, it certainly took it out of a guy, especially when they spent the whole time riding the other - not that Owen would complain about that /ever/. "See, this is the part where normally, I'd wanna be spooned and fall asleep for a good hour or two..." The boy laughed playfully and lifted himself up slightly so he could look at Hunter as he spoke. "We can't do that here real well...but maybe that could be my aftercare, sir? In your suite? If you think I earned it, of course..."

Hunter

Hunter smoothed a hand up and down Owen’s back. “Aftercare is essential and will be done in my room,” he agreed. “You definitely earned it, Owen.” Helping Owen up, Hunter gathered up the boy’s skimpy clothing and phone, but also offered him his shirt, figuring he might not feel like putting the tight clothes on. Then he pulled on his own trousers and put a hand on Owen’s back, leading him out for aftercare.

#gleedsmeaster20 #C: Owen

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Inside Closets: Identity Framed Through History

Dr. Jennifer Baumgartner author of You Are What You Wear sees clothing as an extension of the self. Throughout our lives we've been guided by our parents in what to wear. At a certain age, we ‘graduate,’ in a sense from their assistance. We find the freedom in what we want to wear. Multiple external forces impact our decision making such as gendered stereotypes, social status, and media. What we then choose to fill our closets with overtime can give significant insight in how we view our internal selves; “our closet is symptomatic,” each piece of clothing tells a story of our unconscious or conscious choices in regards to how we see ourselves or want to be seen. History can shine a light on how clothing has impacted humans on the individual level and as a greater society.

One’s identity can be formed by society, gender discourse and other factors. But how we portray our identity onto others is a developed mechanism of communication. Society today is dominated by visual information. We are influenced by what we see, hear, feel, touch, and taste. Our senses are put on overload as the information age we live in is overstimulating. So how can we take in and compartmentalize necessary information while staying true to ourselves? There is no clear, definite answer- “Everyone of us attempts to say or hide something in the way we wear our clothes. But few of us can articulate what we’re trying to express or locate the root of the pattern, the pathos.” Pathos appeals to the emotion of the audience, eliciting feelings that are already present. Humans are trying to communicate to others by mode of dress, but if we look back in time, we can still see this idea prevail. Farmers or craftsmen would dress according to their role, mainly for functional and practical purposes. However, in a time when “fashion” was not as prevalent- people would immediately know your race, class, and gender- just by a glance. Perhaps we have developed into a society that cares too much about how we are perceived. It could be said that we are hyper aware of our self-image as we seek acceptance dictated by social markers.

In building our self-identity, gender is a significant part of the equation. The stereotype we see today (one that has been developed through history) is that females are more aware and conscious of fashion, makeup, style, and trends. This can be due to historical implications that women need to wear clothing that exaggerates or enhances their sexuality. From the 1700s into the 1800s, women’s dress was pivotal in determining the life they would live. The expression ‘dress to impress’ is seen as corsets would accentuate waists and breasts. The color and material were also a marker of wealth and prosperous family legacy. A woman's life could be changed in one night, in a time where opportunity, success, security, and power were in the hands of men. In the article “Fashion psychology: What Clothes Say About You” the parallel is drawn between clothing and society, “Clothes have developed from a practical asset to a social marker: they affect the way we see ourselves. They help us to be seen in the light that we wish to be, and also exude our personalities and social status.” Dress was and still is used as a form of showing people who you are; thus, clothing plays an important role in the concept of dating. Individuals are trying to convey an image that will be well received by a potential mate, “Our dress sense is a result of millions of years of development as a species. As with many animals, the concept of mate selection in evolutionary psychology suggests that our behavior is determined by our efforts to find a mate and reproduce.” At one point in history, what males and females wore was a method of exchanging interests in courtship. Today, we have equal rights, and women don't feel the pressure that was once indicative of their future, the playing field has started to level. We still have the ability to choose what we wear to stand out or hide in the crowd. Social markers that were so present in the past still linger in our clothing. Instead of wearing a gown made with imported materials to show others wealth and high society- we have brands that market lifestyles and relay wealth or status.

In terms of dress relaying our identity (whether fabricated or legitimate) we are still as an advanced society using choice of dress as deception in dating, interviews, or any social encounter. In “Attributions of Deception in Dating Situations,” Benz et al. found that men and women use dress to communicate different types of this deception. Men were impressing their dates by harping on security. In example, financial stability or readiness to be committed. Women were deceptive in their body image, exaggerating physical features to appear more attractive than their date. It can be gathered that the female and male stereotypes still exist from traditional gendered norms. Men have been seen as the ones who provide for the family by being financially successful. Women have been seen as the caretakers of the family while running the house. The 1950s were a time of gendered stereotypes; this was reflected in dress. The suit and tie belonged to men, and the dress and apron to women. As I look at advertisements of this time period, it’s clear that a women’s duties were restricted to the home. Most of the advertisements that have women on them are focused around selling products for bettering the home: washing machines, Tide detergent, vacuum cleaners, and more. The dress of the traditional housewife manifested an identity that women found as their future fate. If they didn't exaggerate their body image by using clothing that accentuated their bodies, they would be at risk for not having the white picket fence fantasy. High heels, pearls, and day dresses cemented the idea of being submissive to men, as they relied on them for producing this idealized life. What does this say about our evolution in regards to the roles men and women play in life? Dressing more feminine can be appealing to the rigid, masculine dress men wear, it adds to the idea that women are dainty and fragile and need a strong man in their life. How does this impact the ability for women to work, or be taken seriously? In “Influence of Applicants Dress on Interviewers Selection Decision,” Forsyth conducted a study where conclusions were made about how women are perceived by interviewers. The more masculine the outfit, the greater chance or favorability in hiring recommendations for a managerial position. This is evidence in that professional dress that has feminine qualities can hinder women’s abilities in obtaining a high position job title. Relating this idea to politics, Hillary Clinton’s choice of dress was highly covered throughout her time running for office. She was rarely seen in a dress, skirt, or feminine outfits during her campaign. In debates and rally’s, she sported the pant suite, was this done to be perceived as a more serious candidate? Or to draw a parallel to herself and the men running against her? When women wear masculine clothing, they are seeing themselves in a different light and mindset, equal to men regardless of implicit bias. I think Clinton was trying to convey the best version of herself as a presidential candidate to relay to her intended audience that she was fit for presidency and as able as her competitors for a job title that has traditionally been for men. She conveyed her social status, gender, and intentions by consciously dressing in a masculine manner. Clinton implemented deception to her audience by giving an image set with ideals that reflected her political platform. The dress she was wearing revealed the internal choice to embrace her more masculine side in portraying intangible characteristics to her identity. When coupling dress and rhetoric, it allows for powerful messages to be sent.

Clothing serves for a greater purpose than just being functional and appropriate. Because of the advancements in today’s society, we have more choices than ever in what we put on our bodies. However, the quick judgments made about what we all wear continue to rise as populations increase and interconnectedness is at an all-time high. We see what’s trending, what celebrities are wearing, and new brands that emerge every day. The pressures of finding your own style is connected to finding your true identity.

Sources:

Waude, Adam. “Fashion Psychology: How The Clothes You Wear Affect How People Perceive You.” Psychologist World, 19 Feb. 2016, www.psychologistworld.com/body-language/psychology-of-clothing-dating-dress.

Baumgartner, Jennifer J. You Are What You Wear: What Your Clothes Reveal about You. Da Capo Press, 2012.

Benz, J.J., Anderson, M.K., Miller, R.L. (2005). Attributions of Deception in Dating Situations. The Psychological Record. 55. 305-314.

Forsythe, S.M. (1990). Effect of Applicant's Clothing on Interviews' Decision to Hire. Journal of Applied Psychology. 20(19). 1579-1595.

- A.L.H

#culture #identity #clothing

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Classy Looking Nerf Herder Returns to San Diego Comic Con as part of the Her Universe Fashion Show! Classy Looking Nerf Herder is a one woman design company started by Lynne Marie Martens. Lynn is a seamstress and costume-maker based in Los Angeles. Her expertise lies in garment construction, aging and dyeing, corsetry, draping, and an extensive knowledge of fashion history. Much of her passion for costuming has led toward creating vintage and couture style fashion pieces inspired by pop culture through her brand Classy Looking Nerf Herder. She has twice been a finalist at the Her Universe Fashion Show that is held annually at San Diego Comic Con and was featured in the New York Times. Lynne has an MFA in Costume Design from CalArts and BA in Theatre Arts and English Literature from Westmont College. Her return to the Her Universe Fashion Show at 2018’s San Diego Comic Con has as super excited!

Tell us a little about you and how you got started designing clothes? My mom taught me to sew when I was a kid. I made my own dresses for school dances in high school and college. I got started with designing costumes in the theatre department while at the same time continually being obsessed with mid-century fashion and still making clothes for myself in my spare time. Eventually all of those things merged into fashion that was inspired by my favorite characters. Classy Looking Nerf Herder is all about creating vintage and geek inspired clothing – and everything has pockets!

What are your favorite fandom for fashion? Oh man, I have to choose??? I have favorite outfits, more than a favorite fandom above all else. My top three are: the Kylo Ren maxi dress that’s inspired by a 1940s evening gown, the Moana outfit, and the 1950s Harry Potter poodle skirt (I’m Slytherin 😉🐍).

How many SDCC have you attended? Do you always make designs for the different cons you attend? I’ve gone to SDCC every year since 2013 and attend many other cons in the Southern California area all throughout the year. I always always always dress up. I can’t imagine what it would be like to not wear a cosplay or one of my designs to a con, it’s too much fun!!

How did you get involved with the Her Universe Fashion Show? I saw the event listed in the SDCC program guide and just KNEW this was exactly the world I wanted to be in. I was incredibly lucky that I was picked to be a finalist the first year I submitted a design.

Can you tell us the story behind the pieces you designed for the Her Universe Fashion Show?

TARDIS Through the Wormhole — This one is inspired by the TARDIS from Doctor Who. The opening credits for Doctor Who often depict the TARDIS traveling through space and time in a whirlwind of colors and stardust. I wanted to create that in a dress. I custom designed and printed the fabric for the corset, which features the TARDIS on a dark rainbow starry background. The tutu skirt and train has a hoop base and it made with over 80 yards of netting and tulle. There are individually addressable RGB LED strands and copper string lights throughout the skirt and train. My friend, James Strain, helped me program the lights to glow in a similar rhythm to The Sound of Drums while providing the motion effect of the Wormhole. I was featured in the New York Times for this dress. I entered it into the Masquerade at the Gallifrey One convention in 2017 and won two Best in Show awards.

Enchanted Rose — This one is inspired by the Rose in Beauty and the Beast. B&tB has been my favorite Disney movie since it was first released in 1991. Disney was a huge part of my childhood and Beauty and the Beast is a story that stands the test of time. The bodice is shaped to look like a rose bud, the skirt is made from two layers of organza which represent the glass case the Rose is kept in. There are over 2000 handmade falling rose petals with the majority of them settled in the hemline and about 300 crystals in the skirt. I custom dyed all the colors in the dress. My favorite part about this dress is the movement of the skirt. It’s very flowy and romantic. I had a lot of people after the show tell me they wanted to wear it as their wedding dress.

How long does it take you to prepare for an event like this? What is the process like for you? It can take months sometimes to prepare for the Fashion Show. I knew what my Phoenix design was going to be since August of last year, so I’ve definitely been thinking about it for a long time. Submissions for the show open and close during the month of April, which gives us designers about 2 1/2 months to prepare after we are chosen. I spent somewhere around 550 hours building my TARDIS Through the Wormhole dress and about 250 hours on my Enchanted Rose dress. Right now, I am listening to the Harry Potter audio books while I make my Phoenix dress. It’s a lovely thing to keep me company and also track how much time I spend.

What was the reaction to your pieces like? I’d be lying if I didn’t say that the reaction is part of what keeps me going. It makes me so happy to hear from customers or clients about how beautiful and comfortable they feel in my clothes. The pieces I’ve done for the Her Universe Fashion Show certainly have a big WOW factor. There’s a thrill in hearing the audience scream in wonder or amazement over the results of your hard work and long hours. The fact that I get to share it with such a wide audience is truly an honor. Video of the TARDIS dress at the Gallifrey Masquerade:

Thanks to @babsek79 for assisting me during the #gallifreyone #masquerade. She captured the lights out moment from backstage and the audience's reaction is pure gold. It was so much fun!! #cosplay #tardis #doctorwho @doctorwho_bbca #handmade #lights #lightsout #tardisdress #allofspaceandtime #geekcouture #geekgirl #fashionablygeek #heruniverse #classylookingnerfherder

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Backstage video from the Her Uni 2017 show:

Feeling nostalgic tonight. Here's a BTS video from the @heruniverse show this summer. The roar of the crowd fills my heart. @cornellable is the best model, couldn't ask for better. Yay #teamrose ❤️🌹❤️ #heruniverse #heruniversefashionshow #sdcc #cosplay #geekcouture #geekfashion #rose #beautyandthebeast #enchantedrose #untilthelastpetalfalls #classylookingnerfherder

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If you can say, what do you have planned for this year? We understand if you can’t reveal it yet! I can tell you a little bit! My dress is inspired by Fawkes the Phoenix from the Harry Potter series. You might be able to catch some BTS of my process on my Instagram Stories, but the full reveal will have to wait until July 19th. I’m so excited about this one, it’s going to be beautiful. My friend and model, Kaitlin Cornuelle, will be walking the runway for me again this year and I will be wearing a dress inspired by Dumbledore to go with my Phoenix.

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What is your favorite San Diego Comic Con memory?

Back to that 2013 SDCC — I was delayed in picking up my badge from my friend, which meant I was inside the convention center only 1 hour before the Sherlock panel was scheduled to start in Ballroom 20. I had heard all about the insane lines and as I walked along the hall, becoming more and more despondent that it was certainly impossible that I was going to get in, I heard someone yelling at me from the line, “HEY, you have the same shirt!” Lo and behold, I had the same Sherlock tshirt on as a guy in the line. The young woman who had yelled at me got her phone out to take a picture of us. Turns out she and I both had TARDIS phone cases. These two lovely people turned out to be Lacy and Spencer. They invited me to join their group in line and we were the last people to make it into the room! We have become good friends over the years and I feel honored that I got to attend their wedding about a year and a half ago. There are so very many moments like these that happen at conventions. The people in the geek community can be some of the kindest, most generous, and fun people to be with. That’s what truly makes or breaks a convention for me. It’s not about the merch, or the signings, or the panels so much as enjoying and celebrating the things we love with one another.

Source: Her Universe

We absolutely agree with Lynn that it’s the moments and the human connections that make conventions like San Diego Comic Con and the geek community in general such a wonderful place to be! We are so excited to see what else she has in store for us this year! If you will be attending San Diego Comic Con you can check out the Her Universe Fashion Show on July 19, 2018 6:00 PM PST at the Manchester Grand Hyatt San Diego, CA Harbor Ballroom. The world’s top “geek couture” fashion event, The Her Universe Fashion Show, is celebrating its 5th anniversary this year by returning to San Diego Comic-Con International with its biggest and best show yet. Host, actress, author of “It’s Your Universe” and Her Universe Founder, Ashley Eckstein, will be debuting a very special jaw-dropping gown created by 2013 fashion show winner, Andrew MacLaine.

To find out more about Lynn and her designs you can checkout her website: http://classylookingnerfherder.com or follow her on her social media below! Check out the gallery at the bottom of the page for a peak of her other fun designs she has created!

Here's another delicious one from @katiebe_photography. Ssshhhhhh spoilers 💋

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