bloodles:

bloodles:

This was after he removed his pants and stood in front of the mirror; after he fastened the three-link metal cilices around his upper thighs and felt them in place, right knee slightly bent, sharp metal teeth digging into soft flesh. He saw the spots then and lifted his gaze to find himself: in the mirror, himself as if wearing garters, superimposed on an image he once found in a magazine, laced stockings, soft elastic pressing into flesh delicately.  

That thought wouldn’t do.

Inspired by a diopucci fic

Here is the fic that goes with this work!
http://diopan.tumblr.com/post/142760571074/the-eternal