#breast lifting exercises at home

[fitnessmantram]

Best Exercise To Get Reid of Bra Bulge || Bra Bulge and Fat Workout || #...

The 10-20 range is effective for the chest, but many people say that sets of 8-12 reps or less, somewhere in the 5-10 and 10-20 ranges, give them the best results.

Breast tissue laxity cannot be reversed, but certain pectoral exercises and lifestyle choices can help build muscle under the breasts and prevent further drooping. Maintaining a healthy weight and eating a balanced diet can help, but breast lift surgery is the only way to restore damaged tissue.

[sunny44]

Pornstache

Pairing: Carlos Sainz x Girlfriend!reader

Warnings: smut.

Summary: Carlos puts on a moustache and it seems the effect was better than he imagined.

I woke up alone in bed in the morning, which wasn't unusual considering it was a race weekend, but Carlos got up earlier than usual so I started to get suspicious.

But since I didn't have to get up now, I went back to sleep and left it up to the alarm to wake me up at the right time.

When the alarm finally went off and it was time to wake up, I got up and went straight to the bathroom to have a shower before we left and as soon as I walked into the bathroom, I saw my boyfriend with just a mustache.

"Oh my God." I said shocked, looking at him.

"Tadam." He says and I'm still shocked.

"Why did you shave it off?"

"Well, we're in Italy and it's Luigi's home race so I decided to pay homage." He says excitedly. "You didn't like it?"

"I still don't know if I like it or not." I said and looked him up and down and saw that he was only wearing his underpants.”

"The mustache is up here." He says playfully and I roll my eyes and run my hands over his face. "So?"

"It's weird." He laughed. "But I have to admit you look very sexy like that."

"Yeah?" He asked, putting his hand on my waist and starting to kiss my neck.

"I need to take a shower."

"What a coincidence, me too." He said, taking off my blouse and making me laugh.

Instead of going to the bathroom, he picks me up and carries me to the bed and gets on top of me. Without much foreplay, we were both completely naked and Carlos was already inside me.

"You know what?" he stops.

"How about you get in on the action?"

"I thought you'd never ask." I switch positions getting on top of him.

I rest my hands on his chest as I begin to move up and down slowly.

He holds my waist and lifts his own, thrusting into me hard and fast, making me moan.

I start again with slow movements and gradually increase the speed, until I feel my apex approaching and the thrusts get deeper and faster, he grabs my breasts with his hands and squeezes, when I let out a louder moan, signaling that I've reached my apex.

I continued moving faster, and he reached his peak and so did I.

We caught our breath and he had a smile on his face.

I sit on his lap without taking his member out of me, just looking at his mustache.

"Can you take another round?" he asks and I agree.

As I was already on top of him, he just pulled me up, making me sit on his face and without giving me time to think, I felt his tongue on my pussy, and it was at that exact moment that I thanked God he had that mustache. I'm sure the feel of him in me made me come even faster.

When we'd finished, we decided to take a shower.

As soon as the hot water hits our backs, I feel the relaxation coming on.

He hugs me from behind and we stay like that for a few minutes.

"You know what we didn't do?" he looks at me confused, after I turn to him and just kneel in front of him, he already knows what's going to happen.

As soon as I reach the head, I suck slowly while he grabs my hair.

I start sucking him slowly and quickly, alternating between the two, keeping eye contact with him.

As I make the movements, he bites his lip and rolls his eyes, then he makes me go a little faster until he comes in my mouth.

He's a little shaky as I get up and he kisses me very hard.

Anyway, we finished showering and while I was in front of the bathroom mirror finishing my skin care, I felt him hug me from behind.

"Look, we've done enough exercise for the one hour we're awake. Actually, the one hour I’m awake." He laughs.

"I'm not after that. At least not now.” I laughed and wiped my face dry, then turned to face him. "Did you really like my mustache?"

"God knows how much." It was his turn to laugh. "Seriously, it feels completely different with just a mustache than with a full beard."

"Good to know."

"Now I can remember what I thought you looked like."

"Like what?"

"You look like a mob in a movie, or maybe a pornstar." Then he starts laughing.

"If we'd recorded what we were doing a while ago, I'd certainly be classified as a pornstar."

"We should have recorded it then."

"Are you serious?"

"If I didn't have to live every day in fear of someone finding it or it leaking, I'd definitely record us having sex." He's impressed and kisses me. "Get dressed because we have 20 minutes to be ready.”

"All right, I'll be right there." He releases me. "Have you sorted your clothes?"

"Not yet. But I already have something in mind."

He agreed and left, I did a quick make-up and then left the room to get dressed and that's when we left the hotel room to go to the race track.

…

As soon as we arrived, we could already see people's faces of shock and amazement when they saw Carlos' new style.

Either people would love it and think he was hot (like me) or they would think it didn't look good and that he looked strange without the rest of his beard.

"Woooooow, look at that." Charles says as soon as he sees him. "Y/n, you look lovely as always and you... What inspired you to leave just the mustache?"

"I thought I'd do something different, I was inspired by Luigi."

"Oh yeah, should we dress up as Mario and Luigi for the race tomorrow?"

"Absolutely." I say, making them laugh.

After chatting for a while, we went into the garage and I went to my usual corner while Carlos and Charles went to their driver's rooms to change and start qualifying.

The excitement on the race track was palpable as everyone prepared for the qualifying session. After my brief chat with Charles, I went to my usual corner in the garage, where I could watch all the action up close without disturbing anyone. Carlos and Charles, on the other hand, went to their driver's rooms to change and prepare for qualifying.

The atmosphere in the garage was one of total concentration.

Engineers, mechanics and strategists moved in a synchronized ballet of precision and efficiency. I knew that qualifying was crucial, and everyone was determined to do their best. I felt a mixture of anxiety and excitement as I waited for the session to begin.

When it finally started, the screens around me were filled with images of the cars leaving the pits and entering the track. Carlos was one of the first to leave, and I couldn't help but feel a shiver of anticipation and the worry that was always present in me.

"Come on, Carlos, you can do it!" I muttered to myself, clenching my fists tightly.

The first few minutes of qualifying were intense. Carlos was visibly focused, doing fast, precise laps. The team was in constant communication with him, providing data and adjusting the strategy as necessary. I watched every lap with my heart in my mouth, hoping that he would manage to stay among the best.

"Carlos, we're seeing good lap times. Keep it up." The engineer's voice echoed through the speakers.

He responded with a simple "copy", but his determination was clear. The track was hot and the conditions were ideal for a fast lap. Carlos made the most of it, driving his car with skill and precision. Every corner was a masterpiece, every straight a battlefield where he sought every millisecond.

As the minutes ticked by, Carlos continued to climb the timesheets. The tension in the garage grew with every lap. I could hardly breathe, so absorbed was I in the action. Then, in the last sector of the track, he did something incredible. Carlos set a perfect lap, beating all the other times and putting himself in P1.

"That's it!" I shouted, unable to contain my excitement. Some team members flashed me complicit smiles, sharing my joy.

Carlos' engineer was also elated.

"Great job, Carlos! Pole position! Stay focused, we're going to review the data.”

"Got it. Thanks guys." Carlos' voice sounded firm, but I could sense the satisfaction in it.

The final minutes of qualifying were a mixture of tension and anticipation. Other drivers tried to beat Carlos' time, but he remained unbeatable. Each attempt failed to surpass his brilliant lap. When the timer finally went off, confirmation came: Carlos Sainz had secured pole position.

The garage erupted in celebrations. The team was hugging each other, celebrating the extraordinary result. I too couldn't help but shout with joy, jumping up and down with excitement. Carlos got out of the car with a triumphant smile, and was immediately surrounded by his team.

"Congratulations, love! You were amazing!" I said, as he approached.

"Thanks, Hermosa." He replied, his smile widening. "I told you I'd do my best."

He winked at me, and I felt my face blush again. Carlos was overjoyed, and I knew that this qualification was just the start of something even bigger. He was determined to win, and I couldn't wait to see what else he could achieve.

As he walked away to take part in the post-qualifying interviews and appointments, I couldn't help thinking that the first questions would be related to his new look.

"And what about your new look, what made you do it?" I could hear a journalist asking.

"Because we were in Italy, I decided to do something different and I took inspiration from Luigi for my look."

"And your girlfriend, what did she think?"

"She liked it a lot." He says with a suggestive tone that only I seem to understand.

"That's great. Thank you very much and congratulations on your pole position."

It was the last interview so he came straight to where I was waiting for him.

"I'm going to have a quick shower and then we can go to the hotel."

"All right." He kissed me and I started laughing.

"Why are you laughing?"

"It tickles." I said, referring to his moustache.

"You didn't complain earlier when I was sucking you..." at the same time, I put my hand over his mouth, preventing him from almost finishing.

"Eww." We heard Charles as he passed us. "Save that for when you're alone."

"He didn't even finish his sentence." I said.

"Yeah, but from his sentence and the fact that you covered his mouth so he wouldn't finish it, I can already imagine what it was." Then he went into his room.

"I didn't complain before and I'm not complaining now, it was just a statement of fact." I said.

"That's good because we're going to do a lot more than we did this morning."

"Good to know." I kissed him. "Now get in the shower because I want to go back to the hotel, put on my pajamas and eat a hamburger."

"Wow, and where am I on this plan?”

"You'll be next to me in bed eating a hamburger too."

"The day before the race? What a risk."

"Then you eat soup." He laughs.

"Okay, I'm going to take a shower now."

...

In the end Carlos had to stay longer so I came to the hotel early. I took another shower before putting on my pajamas and going to bed.

I was watching TV and was almost asleep when I heard the door opening and I hoped it was my boyfriend because I wasn't in the mood to run away.

"Hey." I said to him as soon as I turned around and saw him taking off his sneakers.

"Hey, did I wake you?"

"No, I was almost there, but I hadn't slept yet."

"Sorry it took so long, it shouldn't have.”

"It's okay, I know how race week’s work." He kisses my forehead, changes his clothes and lies down.

"Come here." He pulls me on top of him and I nuzzle my face into his neck. "Good night hermosa."

"Good night, love."

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[cottonlemonade]

heyy! SO glad to see you're having another event!! The last piece with kags was so cute!!

For this event- i'd really like to order a large americano for here with iwaizumi!

So excited to see what you come up with!

Working From Home

word count: 656 || avg. reading time: 3 mins.

pairing: post-time skip husband!Iwaizumi x chubby!Reader

genre: fluffy smut

warnings: spoilers, mdni, nsfw (ironically)

Iwaizumi sighed and stretched his neck. While he enjoyed a little time away from the very energetic roster of the Japanese national team, he was proven time and time again that he was not cut out for office work. The only upside to those days working from home, when he felt chained to the computer, was when your home office days overlapped and he could enjoy the comfort of knowing you shared the same space. Since you worked remotely often, he had made sure to look for an apartment with an extra room with plenty of natural light that could be turned into an actual office. He made a little game out of knocking at your door and announcing himself like a secretary would, whenever he brought you something to eat.

Today however, it seemed like you had finished early and he could hear the quiet bustling of chores as he focused on drawing up a plan for a new training regimen he wanted to try out next week. He sat on the couch, laptop on a tray over his knees, reading over the timeline when a small plate came into view.

“Here, hon. To tie you over until dinner time.”

Iwaizumi looked up at the plate in your hands but was met with the sight of a completely different kind of snack.

A washed out tank top clung to your chubby body - something you often wore while you two did housework. It was an old, ratty thing that was a bit too tight here, too wide there, and had a frayed hem from having washed it too many times. But as if he cared when all of that was paired with his wife clearly not wearing a bra.

“Is it my birthday?”, he asked, very obviously staring at your breasts.

You looked down on yourself, a little puzzled at first, then grinned.

“This is your fantasy?”, you laughed.

“It for sure is the start of one.”

You put the plate on the coffee table and straightened again, highly amused that your husband was not even attempting to hide his stares.

“I thought I’d get a jump on things and do some laundry.”

Iwaizumi didn’t miss a beat. “Can I be laundry?”

You giggled when he put the laptop next to the plate of apple slice you had cut for him and pulled you into his lap - you allowed yourself a bit of shifting so you could comfortably straddle him, your arms around his neck, fingers playing with his hair.

Not wasting any time with pretense he brought both hands up to gently grab your breasts, squeezing them when you leaned in for a kiss. You felt like you were back in high school and ignoring homework to fool around.

You chuckled against his lips at his now rhythmic squeezing. “What are you doing?”

“Just relaxing my hands, darling.”, he met your eyes with a smirk, “You know how important it is to loosen your hands every once in a while when working at the computer for too long.”

You nodded along, putting on a serious expression. “Is that so?”

“Hm hm. Trust me, I’m a professional.” He began kissing your neck, giving your now hardened nipples a few brushes with his fingertips.

You let out a moan when his lips went over your shoulder down to your breasts, exposed from him pulling a little at the neckline of your top.

“I remember you said something about regular exercise while in home office as well.”

“You’re such a good listener, babe.”

He lifted you off his lap to lay down the couch, swiftly pulling your shirt over your head, flinging it somewhere behind him and taking your nipple into his mouth.

Large, calloused hands gripped your fleshy hips and he groaned when your plush thigh rubbed against the hard outline in his sweats.

“What about work?”, you teased

“They can live without me for an hour.”

a/n: thank you for your sweet words! Please enjoy ^^ 🌟

[yanderestarangel]

𝐉𝐎𝐇𝐍𝐍𝐘 𝐂𝐀𝐆𝐄!𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐑 𝐗 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

TW: image disorder, stretch marks, smut, unprotected sex, creampie, afab anatomy, ftm reader, pet names, age gap, dilf!johnny cage, daddykink, praise kink.

You had low self-esteem, and Johnny was your best friend's father, who offered you to train with you, he loves working out to be a Hollywood movie actor and martial arts fighter.

He always supported you, even if in his opinion you didn't need it because you're extremely hot, but you insisted because you have image problems and one of those days, you look at your body in the mirror, and fall into bed watching Johnny arrive at yours home opening the door cheerful and shirtless, with the typical glasses.

-Good moring my little pretty boy, let's exercise?

Johnny speaks happily while flexing the muscles in his arms, but soon notices his sad look on the bed, while he was worried, waiting for you to say what was bothering you.

You soon said that you were feeling ugly because of the stretch marks and extra fat, something that was perfectly normal, but you couldn't see it because you had a distorted image and were always pushing yourself too hard and Johnny knew that.

"-Hey now, none of that talk, alright? You're beautiful just the way you are. Those stretch marks and curves? They're all part of what makes you unique and stunning. Don't let anyone, including yourself, tell you otherwise, How about we forget about all those negative thoughts and focus on some self-love? I can help you see just how incredible you truly are." -Johnny's touch is confident and firm, letting you know that he means business. Despite his forwardness, there's a genuine desire to make you feel good.

You didn't question him, just letting Johnny take you in front of the mirror in your room and lift your shirt, exposing your body, Johnny was tired of hiding his desire for you, he wasn't going to be your coach or just your best friend's father, he was going to show you how beautiful you were from every angle and shape.

He steps closer, his body pressing against yours, feeling the heat and hardness of his erection against your sensitive areas.

"-Oh, my little pretty boy, I'm going to show you just how incredible your body can feel." -His hard length against your pussy and ass, his hands gripping your hips firmly

"-Look at yourself in the mirror, sweetheart. Look at how stunning you are, how desirable. See those curves, those luscious breasts, that beautiful round ass? You're a work of art, my dear."

Johnny's words are a mix of encouragement and arousal, his voice thick with desire. He wants you to see yourself through his eyes, to witness your own sensuality and beauty, as he continues to rub against you, he leans in to whisper in your ear.

"-And I can't wait to make you feel even better. I'm going to show you just how much pleasure your body is capable of. Hold on tight, my little pretty boy."

Johnny nips at your earlobe before moving his lips down to your neck, leaving a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses. The mirror reflects the passion and desire in both your eyes, as Johnny begins his exploration of your body.

"-You have no idea how badly I want to taste you (Y/N), to make you forget all your worries and insecurities. Your pleasure is my priority, my dear." -He slowly lowers himself to his knees, his gaze locked with yours as he spreads your legs apart, exposing your wet and eager pussy.

Cage leans in, his hot breath against your inner thighs before flicking his tongue against your swollen clit. His touch is skilled and confident, expertly bringing you to the edge of pleasure.

As he licks and suckles, he continues to assert his dominance over you, mixing degrading words with praises, heightening the intensity of the moment.

"-You're so beautiful, my little slut. This tight, wet pussy belongs to me now. I'm going to make you scream my name, beg for more. And you will. You'll be mine in every sense." -Johnny chuckles against your wet pussy, the vibrations causing you to squirm in pleasure, he expertly works his tongue on your sensitive folds, using his mouth to drive you closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy.

"-Oh, my little pretty boy, you have no idea how much I want to fuck you. And lucky for us, I think it's time we make that happen, Are you ready, sweetheart? Ready to feel me deep inside you? Ready to let go and experience pleasure like never before?"- With a swift motion, Johnny stands up, pulling you with him. His hands firmly grip your hips as he positions himself at your entrance.

He sees you nodding your head in affirmation for him to move on, his dominant side fully taking over as he positions you in front of the mirror, the sight of your tight pussy enveloping his hard cock only intensifies his lust.

"-That's right, my little slut. Daddy's going to fuck you so good." -Johnny Cage growls, his voice dripping with lust and authority.

Johnny begins to move his hips, his thrusts slow and deep, savoring the feeling of your tightness. As he watches the mirror, he relishes in the sight of your body meeting his relentless pace. The reflection reflects the raw desire and pleasure on both your faces, his hands grip your hips firmly, guiding your movements as you ride him. A delicious mix of pain and pleasure courses through your body as he lightly squeezes the soft flesh of your waist.

"-You're such a good little fucktoy, my pretty boy, look at yourself, taking Daddy's cock like a good slut. You were made for this, made to be fucked and used."

Johnny thrusts become harder and faster, his hips colliding with yours with a satisfying slap. The sounds of your moans and skin slapping against skin fill the room.

Johnny's lust-filled eyes are fixed on your reflection in the mirror, his cock throbbing deep inside you as you ride him. He groans in pleasure, relishing in the feel of your tight pussy gripping him tightly.

"-Yes (Y/N), that's it, my little slut, take my cock, show me what a dirty little boy you can be... Oh fuck, that feels so good, my pretty boy. Squeeze them, feel them tighten as I fuck you harder,"

His hand continues to tease and pleasure your clit, his fingers expertly exploring your most sensitive spots. With every flick and stroke, the pleasure intensifies, sending waves of ecstasy through your body.

"-You're such a dirty little slut, aren't you? Fucking your best friend's dad, riding me like you were made for it."

Johnny watches as your hands explore his balls, adding an extra layer of pleasure for him. His grip on your waist tightens, his thrusts become more powerful and relentless.

"-You're mine baby no one else gets to have you like this... You belong to Daddy Johnny."

As pleasure builds and the tension in the room reaches its peak, Johnny pushes you even closer to the edge.

"-Come for me, my pretty boy, show Daddy how much you love being his dirty little slut."

With his words urging you on, the sensations overwhelm you, and you shudder in intense release, your orgasm rippling through your body. The mirror reflects the ecstasy on your face as your walls clench around Johnny's cock, coaxing him to his own climax.

Moments later, Johnny groans loudly, his control shattering as he spills his hot seed deep inside your pussy. He thrusts a few more times, riding out his orgasm before finally stilling.

Breathing heavily, both of you take a moment to bask in the aftermath of your passionate encounter. Johnny leans in to kiss your shoulder, his touch filled with tenderness amidst the raw desire that had consumed you both.

"-My pretty boy, you're so fucking amazing."

[trppdnrbbr77]

First of 3... let me know your thoughts.

--The Last Pit Stop--

We were just in the middle of a big move, my girlfriend decided that she didn’t want to move and stay with her family. With everything packed, off I went. We were going to move to get a new start. Work was slow and all we hoped for was a chance. Things are just meant to be, I guess.

A little about me, I am just an average person. I just lost a lot of weight and am looking almost athletic, I lost the weight through exercise, diet, and a lot of swimming, so I shave my whole body except for a goatee and the hair on my head. I don’t have a lot of family; my girlfriend is very close to hers. I was close too but that was before the breakup.

I had been driving all night to my future home when it was time for the pit stop, I never should have made.  I pulled into an old rest stop and streaked to the bathroom.

I was in the stall and had finished my business, I never heard them coming when the lights went out. I tried to scream but all that came out was MMMPHHH as a ball was shoved in my mouth and strapped around the back of my head. I reached out at the direction the ball came from and my arms were pulled behind me, ‘click…click’ my hands were hand cuffed to the back pipe of the toilet.  My clothes were cut and ripped from my body and my shoes were taken off.

I just sat there naked wondering what was going to happen, when my eyes started to adjust to the dark and I could barely see the tall figure standing in front of me wearing a black shiny hood two eyes and red shiny lips, with long ponytail out of the top with hands on her hips. 

Each of my legs were lifted and I could feel smooth jelly spread all over my legs. They must have been wearing rubber gloves because I could feel the cold rubber hands all over my legs. Then long rubber being rolled up my legs like giant condoms they went all the way up to my crotch. 

There must have been others as I was pulled up and forced to stand up. Each leg was lifted one at a time and rubber briefs were pulled up past my knees, but then they stopped, I was bent forward, and I could feel the smooth cool jelly again being spread all over my crotch and butt, then it happened, my butt cheeks were spread apart, and the jelly went into my butthole! I moaned into the ball NOOO, but all that came out was MMMMPPPHHH.

I was slapped across the butt quick and hard. The briefs continued up, and as they went up, I knew what the jelly was for, a long skinny shaft was inserted into the forbidden hole. My “other head” was put into a tight pocket like a giant sort of tube in the briefs. As the briefs were put into place, I could feel the shaft moving further in and my member pulled tightly to my waist. Then I felt a cool rubber hand rub across

my stomach and the briefs. I started to get aroused by this, but my member could not expand because of the tight pocket in the briefs. There were straps that came from the briefs and attached to the top of the long rubber stockings.

I was sat down back on the toilet and long thigh high rubber boots were pulled up each leg and I heard a loud “ZZZZIIIIIPPP” and the tightness around my legs became more severe. My feet were forced into a tip toe position. I was stood up again and the cool jelly was spread all over my upper body, then I could feel large heavy rubber cups placed over each breast each stuck there with a suction sound. I don’t think they were coming off very easily!

Next a tight tube-like dress was pulled up over my new “breasts” and ended right above my stockings, this too felt like rubber as it was tight and cold it pulled in my stomach, shoved my upper legs together and tightened my upper body quite nicely, better than the workouts I had been doing. 

The cups must have been huge as I could feel the weight pulling me forward. My stomach was pushed in as a thick corset was clamped around my midsection, easily bringing me down a couple of waist sizes. Next, I felt a couple of hands firmly grab my right wrist and a pair of hands grabbed my neck in a choking position.  They were releasing my right hand from the cuffs!

I started to struggle but immediately the rubber hands around my neck tightened and I had to stop, or I would have been strangled to death! The famous jelly was rubbed up and down my right arm. A long rubber glove was put on my hand and rolled all the way up my arm to my arm pits. My wrist was pulled behind my back and cuffed to the back of the toilet. Next the gloved hands uncuffed and grabbed my left wrist, and the jelly was applied up and down my left arm. A glove was put over my hand and rolled up to my left armpit. That arm was pulled behind my back and was now cuffed to my right hand behind the toilet forcing my “breasts” to stick out. The clothing was very tight, and I was exhausted just trying to breath.

I heard a buzzing, and my head and facial hair were shaved off. I felt a large collar snap around my neck. The blindfold was removed, bathroom lights were on, I could finally see. There were three of them, all wearing hoods to hide their faces dressed in shiny black rubber. I could feel the ball being pulled out of my mouth, as it came out, I tried to say something, but I got a hard shock from the collar around my neck almost choking me.

One of them stood in front of me with a make-up applicator and she applied thick creamy makeup rubbed all over my face down to my neck right above the shock collar, she powdered my whole face. Then she grabbed my cheeks with her shiny black gloved hand and forced me to pucker up and I could feel thick, slippery red lipstick being applied to my lips, then she painted on the heavy lip gloss. It was very heavy and stuck to my lips like glue forcing my lips to pucker all by themselves, she got a large rubber “O” ring and shoved it in my mouth, then pulled the clear straps of the ring and buckled it tightly around the back of my head.

My force to fight back was zero as I was out of breath from the clothing and the shock of the collar. Like a focused artist she painted on eyebrows and applied thick eye shadow with force, she easily drew on heavy eyeliner and applied long thick curly fake eye lashes. She pulled out an eyelash curler and curled my eyelashes into the fake ones. Dark thick mascara was applied to the eyelashes. She used a big soft brush and applied heavy amounts of rouge to my cheeks.

For a final touch she pulled out a long black wig and it slid onto my head as it seemed like there was a sort of jelly in it. She combed it out and organized it.   She must have put glue on the wig as I could feel it get sticky and tightened to my head. The other two shiny rubber girls came in and cuffed my feet around the bottom of the bowl.

The girls left and I saw my future image for the first time in the mirror over the sink across. A brunette with Betty Paige hair, dark eye makeup, long curly eyelashes, and bright red shiny lips, dressed in shiny red latex was sitting on a toilet with her hands behind her back.

They made it look like I wasn’t even cuffed to the toilet, the cuffs were the same-colored latex as my clothing. As I looked closer at the reflection, I could see the how the red rouge was applied over the clear straps of the “O” ring to make them invisible! I couldn’t even see the ring. It looked like I was making my mouth open all by itself!

There was an enticing red dressed rubber hooker sitting on the toilet, I spread my legs a little and noticed that no manhood could be seen. The rubber briefs formed a smooth midsection and even had a crease to show a small camel toe! The woman pulled a sign from her bag and showed it to me, it read “I am a mute and to make money, I will give the best blow job for 20 bucks”. She put a bucket between my boots and hung the sign on the wall over my head. The stall door was shut. The lights went dim.

I heard the door shut and then the sound of my car driving off! I could hear them talking on the cell phone, “Yes we will be back in the morning to collect the money and move our newest recruit”.

For some reason I was aroused, the bathroom opened. The sound of big heavy boot footsteps, they came closer and closer, then they stopped facing my closed stall. I just sat there quiet as I could be. The door slammed open and there stood a tall muscular man, he looked like a weary trucker, looked up over my head and saw the sign.

I could tell he read it because after he looked at the sign he looked me up and down and just smiled. The last thing I could say is that I hate lip gloss, it makes it easy for skin to slide!

--TrppdnRbbr77--

[skzftw]

Lose a Bet [18+ Imagination with Stray Kids]

Included: friend!Changbin, the gym, the sofa and stubborn characters

Sypnosis: You went to the gym to visit Changbin but it went wrong.

Words: 1.3k

(This is a smut so minors do not interact.)

At the Gym. With Changbinnie.

"Ufff," you groaned at the bench press.

You had an argument with Changbin that you can make 10 times through the bench but he denies that you were good enough for it. At first he was exercising at the gym alone and was not even inviting you to his hobby. You fought back like a 'me too movement' because you thought just a little of sport that you could do it like him. It went a little bit down.

"I think I won the bet, Y/N," Changbin suggested. He was behind you to help you with the sport equipment.

"T-two..." You stuttered. "No... w-waay! Agh!" You screamed. Your arms hurt and you let the barbell go. "You are cheating!"

He was surprised that you came to his gym that day and wasn't prepared for your confidence. He took only some weight away after you said that gym 'was made for you.'

"It is not even one a half time," he judged.

"I need water," you said and search the water bottle, grabbed it and choked it down.

"That's my water bottle..." Changbin spoke and sat on the area of the equipment. "So, Y/N... What do I get for winning the bet?"

"Hufff... I'll clean the house for you," you babbled and still drank from his bottle of water.

"I think so."

"Let's go to your home. I am tired."

He sighed but agreed to your idea. He picked up his towel and as well yours to throw it to you. Quickly he squeezed your arms 1-2 times to see whether if you have injuries. He just judged you of how it wasn't a good idea.

Later on Changbin drove you to his home. He agreed a lot that you clean for him. His house was an apartment for himself and he lived alone for a while now. It was rather clean and tidy than messy.

"Here's the mop and everything else," Changbin showed his cleaning equipments in the hallway.

You slam your tower on his shoulder. "I'm not your housewife!"

"I think you are not going to clean..." He criticized you again.

You blowed. "Pff! Of course I can clean."

You looked at the cleaning equipment. For you it seemed to be a difficult deal already. You picked a random cleaning liquid. "How do I start?"

"Wiping the dust off," he whispered to you while going very close to your ears. His lips almost touched the delicate part of your ear.

"Oh right... With which one?" You picked a random equipment and was about to start wiping but Changbin stole the thing away from you. You stared at his arm muscles. 'Woah so big...' you thought.

You touched a peek of his big muscular arm. Then he came very close to you. "This is not for wiping dust."

You sighed. "Then it does whatever! I am still sure that you cheated."

He raised his voice. "No, I am not."

You were about to pick up the equipment but Changbin took it away again. "Nah, give me something else."

You needed to hide yourself under his arms. "I-is something wrong?"

He suddenly touched your ass like as he wanted to slap it. "I've won a lot of bets already."

"Yeah, true. We should cancel the game," you suggested but quietly. Your hands were trying to get Changbin's naughty hand from you but it was already too late because he touched your bare back.

"I want to win something else! Your idea was bad."

"Okay, okay I believe you. My ideas were bad."

"I want sex."

"What?"

He laughed. "You can trust me." He hugged you once. "I was joking, idiot."

Then he lifted you to the couch and laid you there. "Make yourself comfortable."

"No sex?" You were confused.

"It is your decision, sexy."

You looked at yourself. Your sport attire was very thin and revealing. You hid your breast.

Changbin suddenly slipped and kissed you. Lips to lips.

"I'm sorry," he apologized.

You kissed him back accidentally. He was quiet after the incident. You two found a position to make out. Changbin's lips were soft and kissable so did his tongue. He lifted your sport shirt with his hand and your bare skin was exposed.

Changbin canceled the make out by coming out from the position. "You taste so good."

He climbed down your body and gave your stomach a small kiss. His head then pushed through your t-shirt until he reached your bra.

"Can I take it off?"

"S-sure..."

He piled your bra to the upper side and then licked your bare breast that made you moan.

"I dare you to fuck me," he said.

"What? Is that everything I can win?" You asked.

He looked at you amazed. He also nodded.

You took off your shirt and your bra so you were only in your leggings. You took yourself over him.

"Your boobies are so cute..." He complimented your bare breast.

You posed your boobies for him. Inside down you felt his penis had twitched.

"Oops..." You flirted.

He laughed at you making jokes.

You leaned down to kiss him again. You bite his underlip, pulled your tongue in his mouth and stroke. Then you also took his shirt off. It revealed chocolate abs and huge muscular man.

You hugged him and he does it back. You shove your legs against his pants.

"Baby..." he moaned.

He knows that you are going to play him again so he held your hips with two hands and pulled down your leggings. You screamed. You wanted to hide your secret body part but it was too late.

He groaned at the view of your naked legs.

"Don't look at me," you commented.

"It's pretty nice though."

You also tried to take off his sweatpants but he already did it himself. This time you slipped on the couch and laid there.

"Can I fuck you?" Changbin asked.

"S-sure..." You stuttered.

He smiled at your answer. Changbin then kissed you for the last time before he laid his crotch in front of your pussy. He found your entrance and with his fingers he stroke it with one or two. He tried to warm you up. Your juice was covering all of his fingers as you moan quietly because of the neighborhood. Your view was pretty much your naked body and naked Changbin.

"You are so sexy," he complimented.

"Thank you," you answered.

"You're welcome."

He suddenly stood up to get a condom. He wore it as quick as he could and swiped it into your entrance. Your moan might be a little bit too loud for the neighborhood.

"Sshht..." Changbin warned. He was also aware of his thin walls.

He fucked your gracefully and you both tried to be quiet under the walls that gave nothing but unprotected privacy. The view out of the window was just the Han River and the city.

Changbin moaned and lifted one leg of yours on his shoulder. He digged deeper in your entrance makes it hard for you to breath out quietly. He held one of your legs up and sex you. He moaned loud as well.

"Ah," you groaned because of your leg and how he hits the spot perfectly. Changbin was a loud banger.

"I'm cumming..." You complained.

"Wait for me!" He raised his voice.

He banged into you faster and then as fast as he could. You couldn't hold it and came already. Changbin did the same into the condom.

"How was it?" he asked.

"So good..." You sighed.

"Yeah?"

"I want it again!!!"

Changbin rolled his eyes. "No..."

"Why not?"

You jumped up to hug Changbin. This time you win the bet for sure.

"Baby, it's night and you cannot be so loud. I need to give you after-care," he smooched your cheek. "You are so naughty."

He gave you an extra massage to calm you down.

"Okay, then not. I am sleepy right now," you responded.

"You can sleep with me, or should I bring you home?"

"I want to rather sleep with you, Changbinnie."

"Okay," he answered. He kissed you again. "Promised. I actually lose the bet."

[heroloverangel]

Useful

Dad Mirio continues to live rent-free in my head 24/7

Sometimes you wonder if your husband is even human. It’s been almost two weeks since you gave birth, and Mirio’s barely let you lift a finger since you went into labor. He’s handled every diaper change, every late night feeding, and every chore around the house before you can even begin to sit up. He’s always had a ridiculous amount of energy, but it’s starting to border on manic at this point. You don’t know when he’s had the chance to sleep, it feels like he’s always ready to jump up in a rush to do anything he can for you.

You know most people would be thrilled to have a partner ready and waiting to serve their every need, but it’s getting a little overwhelming every time he gently shoos you away when you try to help wash dishes or fold the laundry. It’s not how he normally acts, and you decide to get to the bottom of this mystery sooner rather than later.

It’s nearly three in the morning when you hear Tomo crying from his crib at the end of your bed and Mirio’s instantly hopping up to fetch a bottle. “You go back to sleep, I got it,” he announces brightly, and you reach out to grab his arm before he leaves.

“No, let me get this one. I’m the one with the boobs,” you point out and he lets out a cheerful little laugh.

“You sure? I don’t mind-”

You use his stronger body for leverage to pull yourself up and then push him back down to the mattress. “Mirio, get some sleep. I can handle our kid for a whole twenty minutes, I swear.” He looks up at you for a second before his warm smile spreads across his face and he gives you an encouraging thumbs up. Picking your son up is the most exercise you’ve had in weeks, and you appreciate the familiar stretch from using your muscles as you carry the fussy baby out of the bedroom. Once settled on the couch, Tomo’s immediately placated when he latches onto your breast for a well-earned snack.

“Hey little guy, how’s it going?” He blinks up at you lazily, soothed by the sound of your voice and heartbeat beside him. “I don’t know what’s gotten into Daddy right now, I promise he’s not usually this weird.” You laugh to yourself, remembering the first time you’d sparred with him in class and accidentally punched him in the crotch when he’d phased out of his clothes. “Alright, not this kind of weird.” You look down at those eyes you’ve been in love with since high school and sigh happily. Those Togata genes are just too strong, it would have been way more of a surprise if your child didn’t look so much like Mirio. You hum quietly as he drinks his fill, and it’s not long before he falls asleep cradled in your arms. Satisfied with a job well done, you sneak into the bedroom and carefully deposit him back into his crib with no complaints.

Mirio’s breathing evenly, but you can tell he’s still awake. “You did great, babe. He loves you so much.”

You cuddle against his chest and stare at him for a long moment. “Hey, Mirio? Are you, y’know, okay?”

His smile falters for a second before he brushes it off. “Yeah. Better than okay, I’m great!” You don’t respond and he glances away. “Why? What’s up?”

“You’ve just been, I don’t know, super restless since we came home. And it’s not like I don’t appreciate everything you’re doing, you’re amazing, but it feels like you don’t want me to help at all.”

He doesn’t respond at first, and you wonder if he’s going to avoid the question entirely. Finally he runs a hand through his messy hair and gives a frustrated sigh. “It’s not that. I guess I just feel kinda guilty.” You’re confused, and he makes himself continue. “I know I sort of torpedoed your spot in the rankings and I’ve always felt bad about that,” he admits, and that point is hard to argue. Your debut wasn’t as spectacular as his, but cracking into the top 150 in your first hero ranking was still an impressive achievement. Taking a long hiatus so soon into your career kicked you off the board entirely, to the point where a lot of fans don’t even realize Lemillion’s wife is also a hero on temporary leave. You’ve never held it against him, though; it took both of you to get you pregnant. Mirio clears his throat. “Then in the hospital, when they said you had to get a c-section, it was really awful to just stand there and do nothing while you had to go through all that.”

“There was nothing for you to do,” you reason with him and ruffle his hair. He grabs your hand and kisses your fingers.

“I know, but that doesn’t make it any better. I hate feeling so useless.”

It’s surprising to hear him admit that. “You’re not useless.”

“Maybe not, but it still feels that way.” His fingers wrap around yours and squeeze tightly. “You’ve done so much already, so I figured it’s only fair if I do everything for awhile while you just relax.”

You sigh and free yourself to cup his face in your hands. “Mirio, we’re in this together. You couldn’t have the baby, but you were right there the entire time taking care of me. I was only able to handle all of it because I had you with me, and you know that’s not nothing.” You gaze over at Tomo, still fast asleep where you left him, and turn Mirio’s head to look at him. “You were the first person he ever met, and the first thing he got to see was how much you love him. There’s no way that could ever be useless.”

Before you can say anything else, you’re smothered in a sudden bear hug that knocks all the air from your lungs. “You’re right,” he sniffles with an enormous grin. “You know I’ve always been jealous of how much smarter you are.” With this weight lifted from his shoulders, it doesn’t take long for Mirio to drift off into a peaceful sleep. Your only regret is that you’re wrapped too tightly in his arms to escape to the bathroom for the next several hours.

[hannahssimblr]

Chapter Five

After a morning of frantic creativity in the studio, I head down to the shop with a head buzzing with thoughts of Christmas motifs. Petra is comparatively calm, sitting behind the till reading a crochet magazine in her lap and drinking a hot chocolate from one of the sachets she keeps in a drawer with the excess breast shaped candles. “Oh hello.” She says serenely. “Have you come to do the window?”

“I have.” I go into the storage closet next to the employee bathroom and start yanking bits of blue roll off the holder, wrestling my way through the clutter and piles of empty postal boxes for a squeegee and a bottle of industrial window cleaner. 

“I can’t wait to see how it turns out.” She flips the page while I start spraying the window and buffing off the dirt and streaks. It’s a smaller window than the café I worked on back home, but tenfold more intimidating, seeing that this is an actual art shop with actual artists working upstairs who will no doubt notice things like crooked ‘o’s or asymmetrical ‘m’s. Recalling the mistakes I made the last time, I first sketch an outline on the outside of the window. The sun is hot on my hair. 

The muscles in my arms ache from the gym as badly as I expected they would. As I work I silently curse Shane Healy and his wicked exercise regime, and every time I lift a paint pen to the glass and my biceps groan I curse him harder. I am tired too, my eyes feel dry and heavy after a poor night’s sleep, tossing and turning in my bed with a head whirring with thoughts of Izzy’s gig. I think about it now too. Of Jen especially, and how different she was, but of Jude too, and the strange rift between them. I can’t help but recall all of those little details like the purple skin under his eyes, the nicotine stains on his fingers. Jen’s thin body, the vacancy in her stare. It was freaky to see them both like that, to witness their distance when all I’ve ever known of them was their closeness.

I start sketching out the lettering for ‘mezzotint’. I have a design in an open notebook at my feet, and I refer back to it again and again, trying my best to mark out the shapes as symmetrically as possible. It starts off well. I’m careful, I’m precise, and I realise that focussing as hard as I can upon the task makes it harder for me to dwell on other thoughts. I don’t notice the time passing me by, the shadows moving across the pavement, I even drown out the sound of the tram as it passes, and it’s just me and this window and these pens and…

“Um, hello?” I get such a fright that my marker slips across the window, sending a slash of white through my meticulous lettering. “Shit.”

“Fuck, sorry.” It’s Jude. He’s reaching for a damp cloth so he can help me to erase it. I never even heard him coming. 

“Oh, God, Jude, don’t worry about it, it’s just the guide.”

He pulls the cloth over his finger and uses the flat edge of his fingernail to carefully remove the offending mark from where it cuts right through one of the Zs. “Sorry I scared you, I was trying to catch your attention from across the street for like, a minute. I thought you’d heard me.”

“It’s okay, honestly.” I take his wrist and lift the cloth out of his hand. “I’ll fix it later. Like I said, this is just the guide bit. I’ll erase it later anyway.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, I’m sure, it’s fine, it’s just a stupid white line, nothing to get upset about.”

He looks up at the window. “It’s looking good though.”

“You think?”

“I do.” He smiles at me. “Nice job. I’m glad I caught you in time for lunch.”

“It’s lunch?”

“Yeah it’s like five past one.”

“Oh.” I frown. “I swear to God, sometimes I seem to just switch my brain off when I’m working.”

“I know the feeling. Do you have time to get food? If not it’s totally fine, I probably should have texted you or something, I couldn’t remember if we actually made a plan to get lunch or if I just ended up being vague with you.”

I smirk as I start bundling up my art supplies. “You asked me if I take lunch, and then you walked away.” After brushing my cheek with his thumb in a way that made my stomach bottom out, but I don’t bring that part up.

“Ah, sounds like me.” He holds the door for me as I carry my things into the shop. “If you’re not free it’s fine, by the way, I can get lost.”

“No, we can get lunch.” I smile at Petra who is eating a sandwich at the till, and we give each other a quick wave as I leave my supplies on the floor and head back outside. “Where’s Astrid today? Are you meeting her after lunch to do the big tourist round of Dublin?”

“Ah.” He says as we fall into step next to each other. “She’s not feeling well. She doesn’t want to do anything today.”

“That’s a shame.”

“Mm.”

“Do you think you’ll go tomorrow?”

“I’m not sure, she, well, she kind of wants to just go back to Berlin at the moment, I’m trying to convince her to stay for the rest of the week but-” He shrugs. “I dunno. We’ll see how it goes.”

“Not a fan of Dublin City?”

“Something like that, maybe.”

“I don’t blame her.” The Liffey still stinks as we cross it. A man leans over the railings and hawks up a mouthful of spit to launch into it. I shudder. “It’d be a pity to cut the holiday short all the same.”

“I’d bring her back to Berlin if I could, it’s just with the things I have to do…”

“That family stuff you mentioned?”

“Yeah. My mom is away on business this week, she needs someone to take care of Ivy. Like, bring her to school, cook dinner, laundry, all of that stuff.”

“Oh, damn. Is your dad away too?”

“No.” He kicks a coke can into the road and it goes under the wheels of a passing bus. “He just won’t- can’t do it. He’s not a big fan of, uh, parenting her.”

I frown. “Like, at all?”

“At all.”

“So what does he do?”

He exhales a laugh. “He’s very busy.”

“Right.”

“He’s rarely home for dinner. He works a lot. Late hours, paperwork, you know the drill.” I don’t know the drill. My dad only ever worked steady, predictable hours in the medical factory, and my mam, well, hasn’t worked since she gave up her secretary job in 1993. I can’t remember a time that she wasn’t at home, potatoes boiling in the pot while she scrubbed every corner of our tiny council house. She was always there to look after me.

Jude asks me what I want to eat, and I tell him that he can choose, so we head east along the river. “I know it’s weird,” He continues defensively, even though I haven’t said anything “that my mom would rather get her adult son to look after their child than her own husband, who like, you know, fathered her, but it’s just the way the situation is.”

“Yeah it’s not great, obviously, but I suppose this is an exceptional circumstance. One time is inconvenient but manageable.”

He gives me a sideways glance. “Yes. One time.”

The conversation shifts to Ivy as we venture into the Liberties, and he tells me about her. She’s almost thirteen now, she’s in first year of secondary school, she’s still bad at piano and has to be forced to go to her lessons. She still never practises. I like watching Jude’s face when he talks about her, he gets very animated. It’s like he’s a bit proud of her, like he finds her funny, like he genuinely likes being around her. I consider his relationship with Ivy in contrast to Shane and Kelly, siblings who would have beat each other to death with remote controls, fighting for the teddy bears with the hardest plastic eyes, the biggest battery packs so they could cause maximum damage to one another when they smashed each other across the backs with them. I often counted my blessings over the fact that I was an only child when one of them started up a battle, but now, for a brief moment, I catch myself mourning the absence of the sibling I never had. 

He takes me to a food van that sells coffee and Italian sandwiches at the foot of an apartment complex. I grab a chicken and pesto panini, which he pays for, and we take a seat on the grass in a nearby park. Jude stretches his legs out in front of him and leans on his elbows. He’s wearing shorts and a fleece, green and white runners and tube socks that have fallen down a bit on one side to reveal a strip of pale skin right up against the deep tan of his legs. He’s away in his thoughts again, eyes turned glassy as he stares out across the park to somewhere among the young trees planted by the fence. My eyes automatically follow the lines of his profile, from his forehead over the slight roman curve of his nose and down to the long line of his throat before I realise I’m staring too much, reading his visual language like a painting at a gallery, so I examine my sandwich instead. 

“What are you thinking about?” I ask him. 

“Oh.” He says. “Nothing, I don’t even know.”

“Mm.”

He gives me a half smile. “Maybe I was thinking about how I’m glad we could meet for lunch today.”

He definitely wasn’t. “Of course. It’s been nice, you know, to see you again.”

“I missed talking to you.”

“Did you?”

“I did.”

I nod. “Well, I missed that too. I’m sorry-”

“No more sorrys.” He reminds me. “It’s all water under the bridge, and like I said, I have more to be sorry for than you do.”

I smile, then he smiles, before getting distracted by a nearby dandelion. He plucks it, and instead of blowing away the seeds he rather barbarically picks them off with his fingers and flicks them into the wind. I wonder if he made a wish. “I hope everything was alright last night with Michelle.” I say, hoping my prying doesn’t seem too much like, well, prying.

“Ah, yes. It was fine she just had to tell me about something that happened.”

“Hope it was nothing bad.”

“Well, I don’t know. It was just… well, nothing.”

He isn’t going to tell me. “Is it a bit weird,” I pivot “That Michelle and Jen are friends? Like I’ve wondered before. I saw them together in a bar a couple of years ago and I was surprised that they seemed close. Do you ever feel, like, a bit put out that your best friend stayed close with your ex?”

He shakes his head. “No, because they were friends first. They went to primary school together, and when I moved to Ireland I started hanging out with them. We were a trio of friends.”

“Really? You and Jen and Michelle?”

“And some other people here and there, on and off at times, but yeah, we were.”

“And then…”

“And then one day I ruined it and kissed Michelle.”

“Oh.”

He splits the stem of the dandelion with his thumbnail, opening it up to flatten against his palm. “I seem to have this weird impulse issue where I can’t stop fancying my friends and then inevitably destroying everything.”

“Harsh. Surely you’ve had a female friend that you haven’t tried to kiss.”

He thinks about it. “Sure, but not as many as I’d like to admit to. When I really get to know people it’s hard for me not to blur the lines, to think that everything about them is beautiful, or whatever.”

“But Jen?”

“Oh, don’t worry,” He rolls his eyes at himself. “I kissed Jen too. When we were thirteen. She called me a fucking freak and went off crying.” His mouth quirks up at the corner. “And then a month of no contact later she approached me in the school yard and said she was sorry, that she actually realised that it wasn’t I specifically who was disgusting, it was just that she didn’t like boys.”

“She sort of came out because of you?”

“Yeah, well, because of my bad habits.”

I mirror him and start picking the grass. “I hope that she’s doing well.” I say. 

“Yeah, me too. Things aren’t that great between us at the moment.” 

“I’m sure it’ll get better.”

He sighs. “Friendships do this, you know, especially long ones. People kind of eclipse in and out of your life, and it’s easier for it to happen when you’re in your twenties. I guess she’s just, like, eclipsed out right now. I think I should have tried to be a bit more understanding over Pamela. I think I was a bit full on when she started confiding things to me. Jen doesn’t often get into relationships so I can see why she’s been pouring all of her time into this one, it’s just, well, I suppose it’s whatever. It’s not worth getting into it.”

“I think things always get complicated eventually.” I remark. “The longer you’re friends with someone the more likely it is that there’ll be conflict, and then when there is it’s so bad, like they know how to hurt you more than anybody else.”

“A bit vulnerable.”

“Very.” I say. “Back in first year I had a big fight with Claire.”

“Oh yeah?”

“It was because of… well, basically I just lied to her by omission. It wasn’t very wise of me to think that she wouldn’t find out on her own, but I don’t really like conflict, in case you didn’t notice that.”

“Who, you?” He grins. 

“But I was so used to always just taking on everything, like, blaming myself for being wrong and for ruining everything, but actually, when we finally got to talk about it and try to fix things, she admitted that she felt the same. She felt like she’d been in the wrong, and that she shouldn’t have reacted the way that she did. I suppose it was healing, or something, to realise that we both hurt the other, and it was okay because our friendship was stronger than that.”

“And now?”

“Now we’re great, we’re perfect. When I fell out with Kelly I thought about it all the time. I still think about it, honestly. I think about the things I wish I’d said to her instead of the things I really did say, and I imagine scenarios where I win and I make her look so stupid. And sometimes…” I wonder if the next part is too insane to admit. “…I think about mowing her down with my bicycle or shoving her into a massive thorny hedge and she gets all scratched up and has twigs stuck in her curls that she can’t get out for hours, and maybe they’ll get so tangled that she’ll eventually have to have them cut out-”

Jude lets out a loud, surprised cackle. “Specific.” 

“-and everyone points and laughs at her, and she runs off crying, and I know it’s so stupid and those things would never actually happen, but I’ve never stopped being angry with her, or actually, angry with myself for being weak for our entire friendship.”

“You weren’t weak.”

“No, it’s okay. I think I was.”

“And now? What about with Claire?”

“With Claire I don’t feel that way at all. I handled it so differently, it felt mature and fair, like, I was upset while the fight was happening and for the month that we didn’t speak, but after that, yeah, it was fine. We’re good. I don’t even care about the fight because we fixed it.”

He nods thoughtfully. “Well, that’s lucky then.”

“Whatever it is with Jen, I’m sure you’ll fix it too.”

He sighs. “She’s complicated. It really goes back further than just this year, there’s things I should have done the whole way along, ways I should have been there for her but wasn’t. I’m kind of coming to terms with being a bit of a shit friend.”

“It’s not like you to talk yourself down so much.”

“Hm, well I’m trying out this new thing where I’m more honest with myself.”

“How’s it going?”

“Horribly. It feels very bad.” He smiles weakly. “I think I’ve had a lifetime of being a bastard and it’s all manifesting this year, like I turned twenty one and it decided to come and bite me.” he suddenly sits up straighter and shudders, like he’s physically shaking the self deprecating thoughts from his head. “I don’t mean to be so miserable right now, Jesus.”

“You can be miserable all you like.”

“No.” He gently tugs on the cuff of my jean leg. “I want to hear about you. Tell me about this fancy internship. It was too loud in the bar last night to really get into it.”

I grimace. “It’s really not that interesting.”

“Tell me everything.” He insists. “Don’t leave anything out. When did you apply?”

I sigh and I lie back in the grass so that I can watch the clouds drift past. “Okay well…”

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Motherhood brings immense joy, but it can also affect your confidence when you’re not comfortable in your own skin. A Mommy Makeover helps women feel beautiful and confident by addressing insecurities related to their post-pregnancy bodies. Feeling good about your appearance can enhance every aspect of your life, from social interactions to professional opportunities.

Customized Solutions for Every Woman

Every mother’s body changes differently during pregnancy. The beauty of a Mommy Makeover lies in its customizability. Board-certified plastic surgeons in Chicago work closely with patients to design a treatment plan tailored to their specific goals. Whether you want to focus on your abdomen, breasts, or overall body contour, a Mommy Makeover is designed to meet your needs.

Improved Physical Comfort

Beyond aesthetics, a Mommy Makeover can significantly improve physical comfort. For instance:

Tummy Tuck: Repairs diastasis recti (separated abdominal muscles), reducing back pain and improving posture.

Breast Reduction (if included): Alleviates discomfort from overly large breasts, such as neck and shoulder pain.

Fat Removal: Liposuction reduces excess weight in targeted areas, making physical activity easier and more enjoyable.

Long-Lasting Results

With proper care and a healthy lifestyle, the results of a Mommy Makeover can last for many years. Most women find that the procedure motivates them to maintain a balanced diet and regular exercise routine, ensuring long-term satisfaction with their new look.

Advanced Techniques and Expertise in Chicago

Chicago is home to some of the country’s most skilled plastic surgeons, offering state-of-the-art facilities and cutting-edge techniques. Surgeons in this city prioritize patient safety and satisfaction, ensuring you receive the best care possible. Many clinics also provide financing options, making this life-changing procedure accessible to more women.

Quick Recovery and Comprehensive Support

While a Mommy Makeover is a surgical procedure that requires recovery time, advancements in techniques have made the process more efficient. Many patients can resume light activities within two weeks and fully recover in a few months. Surgeons in Chicago provide comprehensive post-operative care, ensuring you have all the support you need during your recovery.

Emotional Well-Being and Empowerment

A Mommy Makeover does more than improve your appearance—it’s an investment in your emotional well-being. Many women report feeling empowered and more aligned with their personal and professional goals after undergoing the procedure. It’s not just about looking good; it’s about feeling like your best self again.

Is a Mommy Makeover Right for You?

If you’re considering a Mommy Makeover, it’s essential to consult with a qualified plastic surgeon. Ideal candidates are women who:

Are in good overall health.

Have completed their family (no plans for future pregnancies).

Are close to their ideal body weight.

Have realistic expectations about the outcomes.

Why Choose Chicago for Your Mommy Makeover?

Chicago stands out as a top destination for Mommy Makeovers due to its exceptional medical community and world-class facilities. The city offers access to highly experienced surgeons who are well-versed in the latest cosmetic surgery techniques. Additionally, Chicago provides a vibrant, supportive environment for recovery, with plenty of spas, wellness centers, and recreational activities to help you feel rejuvenated.

A Mommy Makeover is not just about restoring your body—it’s about rediscovering your confidence and joy. Whether you’re addressing physical discomfort, emotional well-being, or aesthetic concerns, this transformative procedure is the ultimate way to celebrate your journey into motherhood while reclaiming your sense of self.

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imagine that. being such an enigma. a white pearl. an oyster showing its pearl. he wanted to take it from you. yes, your step-brother was enamored by you. what you represented. a melting ice cream cone, ravaged by ants on a hot summer day. a pretty girl laying in the mud. a virgin with her legs spread open. to take it from you. leon wanted you, he had you bad. you were at his beck and call. trusting him, his wise words. what else were big brothers for? he tells you bend, you bend. spread? how wide? for the whole world to see. no, just his friends. your pretty pussy on the webcam for them all to see. because, to leon, a step-sister is better than a girlfriend. imagine that, and you'll feel his hands all over you.

his to flaunt, too. your step-brother loved showing you off, making his friends envious of him for the living sex toy they could never have. you asked for it. with that loud mouth of yours babbling on about something trivial, pissing him off while he’s on the game. you were cute, but so gratingly idiotic. gagging you with your own panties was one thing, but leon had recently taken a liking to having you sit on his lap as he played. he’d stop everything if you talked ‘too much’, by his rules, forcing your legs apart for the webcam to capture and all his friends to see. with one hand forcing the mic near your mouth, leon’s other would play and prod with your panties as his mean middle finger pushed the cramped fabric between your scared pussy lips. wet with fear and nothing else. leon had the headphones, but you could still hear the mocking laughs from the other end of the call. hypocrites. they loved your show, just as leon loved humiliating you.

most days, leon had you all to himself. your adoptive parents were nothing more than your legal guardians, away for seasons at a time. your awkward nature hadn’t earned you any friends, leading you to spend the majority of your time at your step-brother’s side.

leon liked being the only one in your circle, the only one you confided in, but he was most intrigued by being the only person you trusted. beyond guiding hand-holding and comforting forehead kisses, you trusted your super smart step-brother to touch you wherever. not to imply his actions were random or unplanned, but to understand that every part of you was fundamentally leon’s. from the way you’d started tying up your hair how he liked it, the translucent property of your attire, to the colour of your lacy panties. all of that was his.

making you perform shameful tasks for his enjoyment, tasks leon swore were ‘relationship building exercises’ to ‘strengthen your familial bond.’ you listened hard, longing to belong to the family, lifting your shirt for him just so someone could take you home. you were so pretty with that pouty face of yours, looking to the side in guilt as leon played with your breasts, brainless.

‘do you think what we’re doing is okay,’ leon would ask, pinching your blameless nipples when you nodded your empty head.

‘liar. if you really thought that, you wouldn’t be making that stupid face. stop being annoying, smile for me. be sweet. don’t ruin a good thing. don’t you like having such a nice home?'

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'Hush' or 'plead' for Dick and Joan in an au of your choice, lovely Merc! Juno xx

No AU - just filth for this one. The group chat knows what it did.

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They were both - not to put too fine a point on it - filthy with rain.

The heavens had opened up just as the evening's night problem had been turning for home, and the whole battalion had come back looking (for better or worse) like drowned rats. Everyone had been too concerned for his or her own warmth and wellbeing to notice Joan's quiet inquiry about the use of Dick's private bathroom, or their sudden disappearance together.

He was glad the laundry schedule had left him with a spare towel this week. There was no sense in keeping his own wet clothes on, and it wasn't as if it was anything she hadn't seen. He'd been self-concious, once, about a woman seeing him naked, but he wasn't any more, especially if the woman in question was Joan.

The rain hadn't quite soaked through everything - his boxers, for instance, seemed to have escaped the damp, so he left them on and went to see about a new shirt when something caught his eye.

Joan, too, had stripped down, but she wasn't quite naked yet. A bare wisp of a peach colored silk step-in clung to her curves, breathtakingly beautiful after emerging from her regulation olive-drab.

It was hard for Dick not to stare. "Have you really been wearing that all day?" The places they'd been, the problems to be solved, and she'd done it all in high street lingerie - almost a taunt, one more nod to hidden and unseen depths.

"It was drier than my other things this afternoon - and more comfortable, too." Joan considered his expression and a curious smile appeared. "Is this to be considered contraband, Major Winters?" she asked, kittenish and quiet. "Will you need to remove it?"

"I might," Dick said, his throat dry, feeling the first flush of desire. "You might even be subject to disciplinary measures."

"Oh, is it that serious?" Joan's hair was limp but her smile was dangerous.

"You're in violation of the uniform code, Lieutenant. At the very least it's going to need to come off."

She was beautiful and obscene, standing there in the single, weak light from his desk lamp, faintly glistening with rain. "I'm afraid you'll have to make me, Major."

"I'll add insubordination to the charge sheet," Dick said, without missing a beat, stepping closer to her so he could trace the straps on her shoulders. They were both still dirty from the field exercise, but he didn't care - there'd be time for a bath later after they'd both gotten filthier.

"What's the punishment for that?" Joan asked, biting her lip for a moment as she backed, carefully, into the wall beside the bathroom door.

"Being very slowly and deliberately fucked," Dick murmured, moving one strap off her shoulder so he could kiss her there, moving his left hand to palm her breast. It wasn't his first choice of words, fucked, but he liked the sound of it now, and he used it intentionally. His thumb circled her nipple through the silk, smoothing it around and around as the skin stiffened and stood. "Since this is clearly meant to provoke me it's only fair I answer in kind."

"Does the Major have the patience for that?" Joan asked, one finger lightly tracing the small of his back, just above his waistband.

"He's damn well going to try," he replied. (It was a fair question, and his shorts weren't hiding it.) "And since you were so quiet about it all day," he added, kneeling down to lift one of her legs over his shoulder, and getting a better look at the buttons of the closure, "you shouldn't have any problem being quiet about it now."

The little resigned sigh she gave was more precious to him than gold, and the tender way her hand combed into his hair tested his resolve. You're mine tonight, Joanie Warren, mine and no one else's, and I'll let you know it until you plead.

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Liposuction on Rodeo Drive: What to Expect from Your Procedure

Introduction Beverly Hills Plastic Surgeon

Liposuction has become a popular cosmetic procedure over the years, with many seeking to achieve their ideal body shape and size. If you find yourself in the glamorous surroundings of Rodeo Drive, Beverly Hills, you're likely considering liposuction or other procedures like breast lift, breast reduction, or even a tummy tuck. In this article, we will explore Liposuction on Rodeo Drive: What to Expect from Your Procedure and help top plastic surgeon you understand everything from choosing the right surgeon to your post-operative care.

The Allure of Rodeo Drive Plastic Surgery

Rodeo Drive is synonymous with luxury and high-end fashion, but it also boasts some of the best plastic surgery clinics in the world. One such establishment is Rodeo Drive Plastic Surgery, led by renowned plastic surgeon Dr. Lloyd Krieger. With his expertise in various procedures including liposuction, patients can expect exceptional results tailored to their individual needs.

Understanding Liposuction What is Liposuction?

Liposuction is a surgical procedure that removes fat deposits from specific areas of the body. It’s not intended for weight loss but rather for contouring and sculpting the body. Common areas treated include the abdomen, thighs, hips, arms, and neck.

How Does Liposuction Work?

The procedure involves making small incisions through which a cannula (a thin tube) is inserted to suction out the excess fat. Local anesthesia or general anesthesia may be used depending on the extent of the surgery.

Types of Liposuction Techniques Tumescent Liposuction: This technique involves injecting a saline solution mixed with local anesthetic into the treatment area. Ultrasound-Assisted Liposuction (UAL): This method uses ultrasonic waves to liquefy fat before removal. Laser-Assisted Liposuction (LAL): A laser is used to melt fat cells before they are suctioned out. The Benefits of Liposuction Improved Body Contour

One of the primary reasons individuals opt for liposuction is to enhance their body shape. By removing stubborn fat pockets, patients can achieve a more proportional silhouette.

Boosted Self-Esteem

Many patients report feeling more confident after undergoing liposuction. When you love how you look, it often translates into other aspects of life!

Long-Lasting Results

With a healthy lifestyle post-surgery, results can be long-lasting. However, maintaining weight through diet and exercise is crucial.

Preparing for Your Consultation Choosing Your Surgeon Wisely

Selecting an experienced surgeon like Dr. Lloyd Krieger at Rodeo Drive Plastic Surgery should be your first step. Look for credentials and reviews from previous patients.

Initial Consultation Questions

During your consultation, prepare questions such as:

What are my options regarding liposuction techniques? What results can I realistically expect? How should I prepare for surgery? What to Expect During Your Procedure The Day of Surgery

On the day of your procedure, arrive early and bring someone who can drive you home afterward. Expect some pre-operative assessments befor

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Everything You Need to Know About Mommy Makeovers in Chicago?

A mommy makeover is more than just a cosmetic procedure; it is a transformative experience for many women looking to regain their pre-pregnancy confidence. Chicago, with its world-class medical facilities and expert surgeons, is a premier destination for these life-changing procedures. Below, we delve into every aspect of mommy makeovers, offering a comprehensive guide for those considering this remarkable journey.

What Is a Mommy Makeover?

A mommy makeover typically refers to a combination of plastic surgery procedures designed to address the physical changes that occur after pregnancy, childbirth, and breastfeeding. Common areas targeted include the breasts, abdomen, waist, and sometimes other parts of the body.

Core Components of a Mommy Makeover

Breast Augmentation or Lift: Post-pregnancy, many women experience sagging or volume loss in their breasts. A breast augmentation or lift restores volume and creates a youthful contour.

Tummy Tuck (Abdominoplasty): Pregnancy often stretches the abdominal muscles and skin beyond their natural ability to return to normal. A tummy tuck tightens the muscles and removes excess skin.

Liposuction: This procedure eliminates stubborn fat deposits in areas like the hips, thighs, and waist to sculpt a smoother silhouette.

Additional Options: Depending on individual needs, other procedures like labiaplasty or facial rejuvenation can be included.

Who Is an Ideal Candidate for a Mommy Makeover?

Not every woman is an immediate candidate for a mommy makeover. To ensure the best results and safety, ideal candidates should:

Be in good general health and free from major medical conditions.

Have a stable weight for at least six months prior to surgery.

Be finished with childbearing, as future pregnancies could compromise results.

Maintain realistic expectations about the outcomes.

Choosing the Right Surgeon in Chicago

Finding the right surgeon is critical. Chicago boasts a wealth of board-certified plastic surgeons renowned for their expertise in mommy makeovers. Here are key factors to consider:

Credentials and Certification: Always verify that your surgeon is certified by the American Board of Plastic Surgery (ABPS).

Experience: Choose a surgeon with extensive experience in performing mommy makeovers specifically.

Portfolio: Review before-and-after photos to assess their skills and aesthetic approach.

Patient Reviews: Research testimonials and reviews on trusted platforms to gauge patient satisfaction.

Consultation: A thorough consultation allows you to ask questions, understand the procedure, and ensure you feel comfortable with your surgeon.

What to Expect During the Consultation Process

During your consultation, the surgeon will:

Discuss your aesthetic goals and evaluate your body’s condition.

Recommend a personalized combination of procedures to meet your objectives.

Explain the risks, benefits, and recovery process in detail.

Use advanced imaging techniques to provide a visual representation of expected results.

This is your opportunity to ask about costs, timelines, and any concerns you may have.

How to Prepare for Your Mommy Makeover

Proper preparation ensures a smoother surgery and recovery. Follow these essential steps:

Lifestyle Adjustments: Avoid smoking, alcohol, and certain medications as directed by your surgeon.

Pre-Surgery Fitness: Maintain a balanced diet and moderate exercise routine to optimize your body’s condition.

Support System: Arrange for someone to assist you during the initial recovery period.

Home Setup: Prepare a comfortable recovery area with essentials like pillows, medications, and entertainment.

The Mommy Makeover Procedure: Step-by-Step

Mommy makeovers are performed under general anesthesia and can take 3-6 hours, depending on the procedures involved. Here is a typical sequence:

Anesthesia: Administered to ensure comfort throughout the surgery.

Incisions: Strategically placed to minimize visible scarring while providing optimal access for each procedure.

Surgical Procedures: The surgeon performs the planned combination of surgeries, addressing all targeted areas.

Closure and Dressing: Incisions are closed with sutures, and the treated areas are bandaged.

Recovery and Aftercare

The recovery process varies depending on the scope of your mommy makeover but generally follows these stages:

Immediate Post-Op: Expect swelling, bruising, and discomfort for the first few days. Pain medications and compression garments help manage these symptoms.

First Two Weeks: Gradual improvement in mobility and reduction in swelling. Follow-up appointments ensure proper healing.

Six Weeks and Beyond: Most patients return to normal activities within six weeks, with results becoming more visible as the body heals.

Tips for a Smooth Recovery

Follow your surgeon’s aftercare instructions meticulously.

Avoid strenuous activities for the recommended period.

Stay hydrated and maintain a nutrient-rich diet to support healing.

Monitor for signs of infection or complications and report them immediately.

Cost of Mommy Makeovers in Chicago

The cost of a mommy makeover varies based on the procedures involved, the surgeon’s expertise, and the clinic’s location. On average, expect to pay between $10,000 and $20,000 in Chicago. This typically includes:

Surgeon’s fees

Anesthesia

Facility costs

Post-operative garments

Many clinics offer financing options to make the procedure more accessible.

Risks and Safety Considerations

As with any surgery, mommy makeovers carry risks such as:

Infection

Scarring

Blood clots

Adverse reactions to anesthesia

To mitigate risks, choose a qualified surgeon, follow pre- and post-operative instructions, and attend all scheduled follow-ups.

Why Choose Chicago for Your Mommy Makeover?

Chicago stands out as a top destination for mommy makeovers due to:

Expertise: The city is home to highly skilled and board-certified plastic surgeons.

Facilities: State-of-the-art clinics and hospitals ensure the highest standards of care.

Convenience: Chicago’s central location makes it accessible for patients traveling from nearby states or further afield.

Final Thoughts

A mommy makeover is a deeply personal decision that can enhance both appearance and confidence. With Chicago’s exceptional surgeons and facilities, you can achieve life-changing results in a safe, supportive environment. If you are ready to embark on this transformative journey, start by scheduling a consultation with a trusted professional.

Invest in yourself and embrace the possibility of feeling like your best self again.

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How to Prepare for Male Breast Reduction Surgery in Lucknow

Preparing for male breast reduction surgery (also known as gynecomastia surgery) involves a combination of physical, emotional, and logistical steps.Male Breast Reduction Surgery in Lucknow If you are planning to undergo the procedure in Lucknow, here are some key steps to help you prepare:

1. Consultation with a Qualified Surgeon

Choose a board-certified surgeon: Ensure your surgeon has experience with gynecomastia surgery. You can research local plastic surgeons in Lucknow, read reviews, and verify their credentials.

Initial consultation: During this visit, the surgeon will assess your condition, medical history, and discuss your goals for the surgery. They may take photographs for documentation.

Questions to ask: Be sure to inquire about the surgeon's experience, the type of procedure they recommend, expected recovery time, risks, and results.

2. Pre-Surgery Health Assessment

Medical evaluation: A thorough check-up is essential to assess your overall health. Male Breast Reduction Surgery in Lucknow

This could include blood tests, a chest X-ray, and an electrocardiogram (ECG) to ensure you're fit for surgery.

Current medications: Discuss any medications or supplements you're currently taking with your surgeon. Some medications, like blood thinners or aspirin, may need to be stopped before the surgery.

Smoking and alcohol: If you smoke or drink alcohol, it’s advisable to quit at least 2-4 weeks before the surgery. Smoking can interfere with the healing process, while alcohol can affect anesthesia and blood clotting.

3. Plan for Surgery Day

Arrange transportation: Since you won’t be able to drive yourself home after the surgery due to the effects of anesthesia, arrange for a family member or friend to take you to and from the hospital or clinic.

Fasting: You may need to fast for 6-8 hours before the surgery (usually after midnight), as advised by the surgeon or anesthesiologist.

Clothing: Wear loose and comfortable clothes on the day of the surgery.Male Breast Reduction Surgery in Lucknow

 You may be instructed to wear a compression garment after the procedure to support healing.

4. Post-Surgery Care

Prepare for recovery: Have someone stay with you for at least the first 24-48 hours after the surgery. You will need assistance with daily activities, such as eating, drinking, and taking medications.

Follow-up appointments: Schedule follow-up appointments with your surgeon to monitor the healing process and remove sutures if necessary.

Avoid heavy activities: For the first few weeks after surgery, avoid strenuous exercises, lifting heavy objects, and other activities that could strain the chest area.

5. Psychological Preparation

Set realistic expectations: Understand that results may take time to fully manifest, and the final outcome might not be immediate. It may take several months for swelling to subside and the chest contour to appear natural.

Support system: Having a support system, whether it’s family, friends, or support groups, can help you cope with any emotional stress or anxiety during your recovery.

6. Cost Considerations

Understand the costs: Male breast reduction surgery costs can vary depending on the clinic and surgeon's experience.Male Breast Reduction Surgery in Lucknow

 Make sure you understand the full breakdown of the cost, including anesthesia fees, post-operative care, and follow-up appointments.

Insurance coverage: While gynecomastia surgery is often considered cosmetic, if the condition affects your physical health (e.g., pain or difficulty with physical activity), insurance may cover part of the costs. Check with your insurance provider ahead of time.

7. Choosing the Right Facility in Lucknow

Accreditation and reputation: Choose a well-established clinic or hospital in Lucknow that specializes in cosmetic or plastic surgery. Verify the credentials of the surgical team and ensure the facility is accredited by medical authorities.

Cleanliness and patient care: Choose a clinic that adheres to high standards of hygiene and patient care to minimize the risk of infections.

8. Diet and Hydration

Eat a healthy diet: In the weeks leading up to the surgery, ensure you eat a balanced diet with adequate protein, vitamins, and minerals to promote healing after the procedure.

Hydration: Keep yourself well-hydrated before the surgery. Staying hydrated helps your body recover from the effects of anesthesia.