#i have to wear push up or padded bras with almost all clothing designed for women just so ill fit

[redrosefemme]

I know that being completely flat chested is uncommon even for petite women, so I shouldn't expect my size to be carried, but omg it's so frustrating dress shopping 😭 even most xxs clothing has boob holes that I don't fit. It's lowkey humiliating, I feel like a kid playing dressup

[literallydontlook]

The Unexpected (2/4)

You’re just not that interested in dating military men, nor have you ever been with an alien lover. But a chance Ascension Week encounter awakens something you didn’t know was inside. Chapter 2 of 4.

Pairing: Thrawn x f!reader

Rating: 18+

TW/CW: none (or if I’m missing something, please let me know!)

Tags: sexual tension, romance, slow burn, civilian reader, sexual fantasy, m@sturbation

Word count: 2k+

A/N: I know I said the whole thing is written, but I got sort of unhappy with it and thought I’d rewrite some. My Thrawn crush has sort of cooled so I couldn’t find the energy to do it. But! I am a woman of my word! Here’s part II, unedited, no beta we die like chiss. 

<-- Part 1 - The Trap

Part 2 - Friends

Dajmita had returned in the morning wearing last night’s gown, her makeup smudged from a night of sexual activity. Removing her shoes, she found you curled up in a blanket on the sofa. Your makeup from the previous evening in a similar state of disrepair.

“What happened to you?” she asked, putting her hands on her hips.

“I tried to take someone home,” you groaned pulling the blanket over your head.  She smiled impishly and then faltered, “Wait - What do you mean tried?”

“How do you do it? I took him to my studio for a ‘tour’,” your hands motioned in air quotes, “and he bought a piece of art and left.”

Dajmita was torn between laughter and pity. She sat down beside you and stroked your hair, pulling tangled pins out as she tried to sooth you, “Only you could miscommunicate a hookup.”

Your data pad pinged and you grabbed for it blindly from under the blanket. You groaned, “Aaa ugh it’s already noon?” You threw your legs over the side of the couch and dragged your feet to the refresher.

“Do you have to be somewhere?” Dajmita called from the other room. You washed your face and pulled the remaining pins from your head, then pulled your hair up into a messy half bun. You sighed.

“I promised to meet a friend for lunch,” you breathed out tiredly as you brushed your teeth.

“You could just cancel,” she pointed out.

There was only the sound of scrubbing as you considered this. Spitting out the foam and rinsing your mouth you decided you shouldn’t flake.

“No...I should go,” you sighed again, pulling off your gown and rummaging through your dresser for something comfortable to wear. Dajmita gave you a concerned look.

“Well, I guess you must be pretty comfortable with this person if you’re going out like that.” You looked in the mirror and shrugged. You grabbed a cloak and pulled the hood over your head, “It’s not like anyone wants to hook up with me when I’m dressed up anyway!” you cried out over-dramatically.

Dajmita crossed her arms, “Don’t say that.”

“Just let me wallow for one day,” you complained, dragging your feet out the front door, “I’ll be back later.”

She laughed, “Fine but you’re being ridiculous! We’re doing something fun when you get back!” she called after you.

“Fiiine!” you called back.

——-

Eli had already found a table at Dex’s Diner when you arrived.

“What’s with the cloak? Did you have a uh...rough night?” he teased, wiggling his eyebrows. You glared at him.

“Whoa sorry we don’t need to go into detail,” he raised his hands defensively. You buried your head in your arms, “Nothing happened.” Your voice was muffled.

He realized you were serious as you sat back up to give the waitdroid your order. “What do you mean nothing happened?” he asked incredulously.

You took a deep breath, your cheeks burning with embarrassment, “Stars I can’t be talking to you about this!” you cried out.

“Hey I’m not a little kid anymore,” Eli shot back. “You can talk to me,” he offered kindly.

“I mean, what more can I say? We went to my studio and he bought a painting and then left.” Now that some time had passed, you could laugh a little. Then a thought occurred to you.

“Is he married or something? Or anti-inter-species?” Eli’s face twisted in thought, “He’s definitely not married, but to be honest I didn’t realize he had a sexuality.”

“Oh.” you considered this, not sure if you should feel better with this new information. The waitdroid returned with your orders - the smell of grease inviting you to indulge.

“Well he wants me to install the painting he bought on his ship,” you said, jabbing at the mush on your plate. You received his transmitted instructions earlier that morning which only reminded you of your failure.

Eli stopped mid-bite. “He wants you to come to the Chimaera? ...In person? He didn’t ask you to hand it off to a stormtrooper at the landing dock?”

“Is that unusual?”

“I’ve never seen a civilian aboard a Star Destroyer. I don’t think you’re allowed...but then again, it’s his ship, so I guess he can sort of do what he wants,” Eli conceded.

“I’ll send him a message to confirm,” You said, your heart beginning to race again. Why do I feel so...excited? You push away the thought.

“Enough about Thrawn. What’s up with you? What are you doing here? Last my parents told me you were training to be a supply officer in the Expansion Region.”

Eli sat back and sighed, not sure where to begin.

—-

“You cannot get hung up on a random guy you don’t even want to date!” Dajmita spelled out loudly as she shook you by the shoulders.

“Please don’t yell at me.”

“I’m not yelling! I’m just making sure you hear me,” she huffed. “You’re so desperate for a fuck. This isn’t some failure you need to overcome. You said yourself this guy might be ace.”

“Well why would he ask me to install the art on his ship then? Civilians aren’t normally allowed,” you countered.

“Maybe he’s just really into art and wants to maintain the artist’s original intent- I don’t know!” Dajmita threw up her arms in frustration, “Why do you even care? You don’t even like military men. If you need someone to fuck, just ask Endel. He’d definitely do it!”

“You know I can’t lead someone on like that! I think he still has feelings for me!” you turned back to the mirror to finish applying makeup, “Ok does this look like I’m not trying too hard? I want to be taken seriously as a professional but like, a hot professional.” You stepped out of the refresher clad in workers clothes.

“I mean, if that’s what you’re going for...Like a carpenter from a pornographic holo vid,” she assured you. You looked down at your top, “Is it too tight?” You tried stretching your arms up to see how much of your mid drift would be exposed. You tried bending over, too.

“Oh yeah - just do that a lot,” Dajmita purred suggestively.

——-

The Chimaera was much bigger than you had ever imagined. Several Lambda-class shuttles were docked in the landing bay where hundreds of stormtroopers and Imperial officers buzzed about their business in an orderly rhythm.

You suddenly felt very self-conscious. Your civilian clothes drew more attention than you were used to and even the officer who scanned your security clearance regarded you suspiciously as he read your destination from his data pad.

“You have an appointment with…Admiral Thrawn?” He asked incredulously.

“That’s right. I’m installing a painting in his office.” This seemed to make sense to him, but he reached for his comm for confirmation.

“Sir - There’s a...female civilian here to install a painting?”

Thrawn’s voice came through the comm, “Yes, please send her up with an escort.” Still somewhat suspiciously, the officer signaled a stormtrooper to meet you and he wordlessly lead you to a turbo lift.

You were fascinated by the cold design of the starship’s hallways. Every surface was immaculate, each crew member walking with purpose. There was almost complete silence, only the sound of murmured conversations and footsteps hung in the air. The path itself was dizzying - turn after turn after turn - you weren’t sure if you could find your way back.

Just as you began to wonder what was behind all of these sealed doors, your escort stopped at one guarded by another trooper.

“Code cylinders,” he demanded. Your guide handed him a pen-looking object and clarified, “This is only for her.” The object was inserted into a keyhole, opening the door behind him. “Go on in.”

Your escort turned and walked away, leaving you to enter Thrawn’s office alone.

The sound of clashing metal and of exertion filled the entryway. As you pushed the repulsorlift cart into the antechamber, you saw a door opened to a bright sparring room where Thrawn was combatting two large sentry droids. He expertly dodged each attack, countering with his own. You couldn’t help the warm feeling rising in your core again as you noticed his muscular arms for the first time. You imagined them pinning you to the floor as he pounded into you, a strong hand pulling your hair back.

Just as you caught yourself mid-fantasy, Thrawn noticed you and commanded the override code. The droids returned to their stations and powered down as the door hissed shut. You weren’t sure what to do next, but the door soon re-opened with a hiss and Thrawn emerged wearing his uniform jacket.

“I apologize - I thought I would have a few more moments before you arrived,” he said, fastening the cuffs on his sleeves. “Please, come in.” He ushered you through another door leading to his office. A large desk was situated in the center of the room, two reptilian sculptures flanking the display shelf behind it.

Thrawn led you through his office to an adjoining living space. “I’d like the painting to hang here. Please let me know if you need anything.”

“Th-thank you,” You shivered, realizing it was significantly colder here than in the hallway. Thrawn noticed your nipples had hardened in the cold, their outlines visible even through the layers of your shirt and bra. It was going to be difficult to concentrate today. He excused himself as you unloaded your work and began dismantling the piece’s wooden transport casing. After almost half an hour, you were able to carefully free the painting, only to realize it was too unwieldy for one person to lift.

You found Thrawn in his office, carefully studying star charts at his desk. Another fantasy intruded and clouded your vision: sitting at the edge of his desk, the holos of planets splashed against your skin, your legs spread wide as he drank in your cunt. He tweaked your nipples as you moaned in pleasure, the danger of being discovered only heightening your arousal. You breathed in deeply to ward away the thoughts.

You cleared your throat and he looked toward you.

“Could I have some help?” you asked, expecting him to call another officer or trooper to assist.

“I’m at your service,” he said to your surprise. He followed you back into the other room.

“I just need a hand lifting this onto the mounting brackets,” you explained. Thrawn situated himself on one side of the canvas and you heaved it up together, guiding its hanging wire in place. Just as it was lining up, he stole another glimpse of you. Your shirt rode up slightly as you worked and his eyes lingered on the small sliver of mid drift that was becoming more and more exposed in your exertion. With a deep breath, he fought back his primal urge to lunge.

You both stepped back to evaluate the painting’s placement. There was a long silence.

“…Is it…to your liking?”

“Yes…” he mused quietly, “Thank you…I believe I still owe you…payment.” His last word was almost a purr and you flushed as you fantasized a another meaning. Did he notice?

You followed him into his office, where he unlocked a desk drawer and pulled out a bundle of credits. He handed them to you, your fingers accidentally brushing against each other in the exchange. He saw your jaw tighten.

“I’ll be stationed on Coruscant for the next few months. There’s an exhibit on Mandalorian folk art that I think would be…educational. Would you care to join me?”

So he wasn’t going to bend you over his desk and have his way with you. Perhaps he really was only looking for a companion to discuss art with - he obviously wasn’t getting that kind of engagement from his peers. You were disappointed but not heartbroken. After all, it wasn’t like you had romantic feelings towards him. You accepted this invitation to friendship.

“I’ve been looking forward to that exhibition myself. When do you want to go?”

[kpopisthereasonihavenolife]

Blight | Epilogue

Jeon Jungkook/Reader [F]

Genre: Dragon/Shapeshifter AU, Magic AU, Enemies to Lovers

Warning(s): a very very brief mention of phantom pain, that’s it! 

Rated: PG-13

Words: 5.5k

“Babe, we have to get up,” a distinctive voice grumbled from behind you after their fit of arm swings to knock the alarm clock off its perch on the bedside table ended. Although a sentence of action, both you and the man laying behind you were reluctant to move a single inch. The mattress too soft, the morning sun from the window too warm and the small, soft hum of the music playing from his phone too tempting to fall back asleep to. 

You felt him move around behind you.  His legs that were between yours like zipper teeth moved to untangle and left your skin cold. You grumbled when he moved and took his arms away from your waist next and rolled so the warmth of his chest left your back.  

The box spring whined under the weight movement on the mattress as he sat up and stretched behind you.  He planted his hands beside him as he looked at you, still not moving.  He was tempted to set the alarm back off.  It used to take an army to get him up, but after living with you and sleeping beside you for so long- he’s learned that you were harder to wake up than he was.  He chuckled and you heard him and pushed your chin under the blanket that was over your shoulder.  Content on ignoring him and going back to bed. 

“Y/n, seriously.  We have to go to Jimin’s today.  If we don’t we may not see our son again for another week,” Jungkook teased behind you.  You finally squint open your eyes as you looked over your shoulder to your dragon husband.  His golden, shirtless body fresh of sleep gleaming too brilliantly for the early hour.

When you both finally graduated, Jungkook had already been making plans on where you would live after you both got booted out of the dorms after graduation. Yoongi had already moved back in with his dad until he got his own place and Jimin also joined the little family in the small cottage.  You didn’t want to impose on Parrish- who you finally stopped calling Uncle and started calling dad- and overfill the house. 

Instead, Jungkook offered to get a place together.  It wasn’t so surprising seeing as Jungkook had been your boyfriend for 3 years by that time.  It took nearly two weeks before you both were sitting down and signing a lease for a suburban house in the city. Along with that, you both chose to take on typical human jobs in the city you lived in as opposed to magic-based jobs most bewitched graduates aim for. 

When you first started moving in, Yoongi and Jimin had come to help.  Jimin helped you set things up while Yoongi and Jungkook carried in boxes and furniture. Jimin quite enjoyed it, so much that when he convinced Yoongi to move to the same city as you and Jungkook with him, he applied to a company in need of an interior designer.  Yoongi got a small-time job at some edgy-teen shop but was somehow contacted by some clothes designer to be used as a model.  He’s been with them ever since. 

Now, later and you still lived in that same house you got with Jungkook.  You were currently out of a job, since your last one laid you off- the assholes- and Jungkook worked at a small daycare about 10 minutes down the main road. You never actually knew the extent of how much Jungkook liked kids until you went to bring him the lunch he forgot at home on the counter and saw him with two kids tucked under each arm, swinging in circles like an out of control carousel. 

He was also one out of only a few men who worked there, the remaining staff of females all had nothing but good things to say about your hubby.  He was good with kids and they said he had a special knack for getting them to stop crying. Some say it was because his rosy pink hair made the kids feel like their talking to a superhero. Of course, the staff also knew about him being a dragon- he accidentally let it slip when he was caught blowing fire into the oven to heat it up faster- not the wisest idea. 

However, his dragon traits worked out- especially in the case of the little girls who wanted to play ‘princess’ in the fake, plastic castle outside by the sandbox. Jungkook was always the dragon and was always being ‘slain’ by the little boy who came to rescue the princess. They gave him a cookie each time they played though- as a reward. 

To follow, you remember when you got engaged to Jungkook who was right now nudging your shoulder to wake you up. He had dressed up to impress- an ironed button-up shirt in the softest shade of yellow, tucked into light jeans that complimented his lower half almost too well.  The belt around his waist reminded you just how small it was. His hair was brushed and pulled just out of his face enough to show his forehead- you knew he had to have gone to the salon for that. 

He urged you to get dressed because he was taking you on a spontaneous date with the reason being ‘he just wanted to��.  You, having no reason to argue, went with him before he was taking you outside and walking around.  

Down past downtown, there was a giant park for people to visit and walkthrough.  With hedges of flowers, to circles paths with fountains and benches, a playground for kids and even a small theatre for outside performances. Of course, the entire place was littered with trees and being the middle of autumn at the time, leaves of all colors were being blown off branches and onto the ground for someone to step on them with a satisfying crunch. 

He asked you to marry him when he stopped you in front of one of the fountains with a small, silver ring to offer you.  You cried and so did he before he was calling Jimin to say that you had said yes to him.  Of course, all he got from Yoongi was a short congratulations and a threat to not do anything to you or else the warlock would be after some new, shiny pink scales. 

However, when Yoongi texted you later that evening, he unraveled a long, heartfelt congratulations to you.  Ending it with the fact that you deserved to be happy and if it had to be anyone, he was glad you were marrying Jungkook. 

“Oh please,” you slurred, finally starting to wake up against your will. “Jimin loves Eli,” you finished.  For the past three days, Jimin and Yoongi had been babysitting their nephew, your son, simply because Jimin whined he didn’t get to see him enough.  With the argument of ‘what if he grows up and doesn’t know me, that cannot happen!’, you yield and allowed the sleepover for 3 days to commence. It had been an extended weekend, so your 6-year-old son didn’t have school until tomorrow. Which is precisely why you needed to pick him up to bring him home today. 

“I know,” Jungkook chuckled.  “That’s what worries me.  If he spends a fourth day over there, he’s gonna get re-adopted by Jimin.” 

You rolled your eyes, but nonetheless, started to get up. The possibility of Jungkook’s joke is a little bit too accurate.  Jungkook moved swiftly, grabbing under your arm to lift you to sit up as he held your hand.  He had this thing about looking at your wedding band every morning when he woke up.  He still laughs remembering the fit you put up when you realized you couldn’t put a wedding ring on your left hand if you don’t have a left hand.  So, he had to swap out your engagement ring with your wedding one on your right hand.  

You yawned again, checking the time.  Almost 9am.  You run your hand over your face before flipping your hair out of your face and beginning to scoot out of bed, inch by inch.  Jungkook bounded out of bed quicker than you did as he jogged to your side and helped you stand.  

You had pretty much got used to your life with only your right arm.  You’ve had many people say that you could always work something out to get a prosthetic or even a whole new arm with magic, but you always refused. You had made a decision a long time ago, and your price was paid.  You wouldn’t go back on that- you’re too stubborn. 

Jungkook had you on your feet in moments as he pushed your hair out of your eyes and behind your head.  He could still see the sleep clouding in your eyes as he smiled and kissed your forehead.  

“Take a shower first,” he told you as he moved to take you out of the bedroom with a hand on your back. “We can go get Eli and take him out for lunch or something, I’ll call Jimin to tell him.” You wordlessly nodded, biting back another yawn as you both separated in the hall as Jungkook pat your ass.  You went to the bathroom as Jungkook went to the kitchen. 

You washed your sleepiness away in the warm shower that steamed up the bathroom before you were washing your hair.  An everyday chore that became a talent when you learned how to do it all one-handed.  You had to relearn a lot of things one-handed, but you thought of yourself as a talented woman if you could do all that and more with one arm.  

When you got out and wrapped a towel around your chest, you padded back into your bedroom to go through your clothes to get something decent to wear out.  You’ve been a bum the past 3 days.  Without Eli begging to go somewhere and not picking him up from places, as well as Jungkook being the only working parent at the moment, you had no reason to leave the house. So it had been pj's and messy hair for 3 straight days.  

Slipping on the least sexy pair of underwear you owned, but the most comfortable of all, you clipped on your bra and paraded around your room to your closet with your hair up in a towel wad.  It was warm out now, the threshold between spring and summer getting closer each passing day.  

Shrugging, you pulled out an off-shoulder white blouse with ruffles along the top of the fabric and a pair of black and white, pen-stripped shorts you had practically drooled at the moment you saw them in the store.  Your blouse made it openly obvious to any onlooker you were missing your arm, yet the frills that hung off the sleeves and across the chest were just long enough to hide the scar left behind where your arm used to be. 

The open shoulders also let anyone who happened to look at you see the bright, white tattoo on your shoulder and down your chest.  An open display of your connection with your husband who happened to double as your familiar.  

Pulling on some black socks one by one, you took your brush from your dresser top (you had two, one you kept in the bathroom and the other in the bedroom for your random urges to brush your tangled hair) and made your way to Jungkook. Following the sounds of clanking dishes in the kitchen along with the smell of borderline burnt toast. 

Walking around the corner, you saw Jungkook snatch the toast just as soon as it popped up out of the toaster.  Plopping it on his plate and smearing on an absurd amount of butter that melted almost immediately, you almost rolled your eyes.  You eyed his back in silence, looking at the large, blotched scar on his back. The same scar you have nightmares about- the scar from the thunderbolt your father threw into his back all those years ago. 

You also moved to look at the large tattoo of white on his left arm.  Looking at it always made the vile bitterness in your mouth fade with the memory of his scar.  That tattoo made you feel like there were all sorts of candies in your mouth as the butterflies fluttered in your gut. 

“I can feel you staring at me,” he chuckled as he turned around.  He bit into the corner of his toast, crumbs falling and catching onto the tassels of his sweats he wore as pjs.  His face nearly split in half as he smiled and chewed, giggling between bites before the entire piece of bread was gone.  He still gets as giddy as he did the first day he saw that tattoo each time he sees it.  

“Can you tie my hair up for me today?” you asked him, a small pull on your lip as he was starting to move around the island counter towards you before you stopped him. “Ah! Wash your hands first, butterfingers.” He just rolled his eyes and made a dramatic scene of him washing his hands, using wayyyy too much soap and then drying them off before he was making grabby hands for your hairbrush. “You are such a child,” you laughed at him as you handed it over.  

“I know,” he confirmed as he led you to a stool and sat you down, going behind you to pull your hair back and out of your face. “That’s what makes me such a catch.” He took a hair tie from the handle of the brush and put it between his teeth as he brushed with both the brush and his fingers.  “How do you want it?” He asked.  

You shrugged. “However? Just off my neck please.” He nodded, not that you could see it.  He knew that you didn’t like your hair on your neck when you were going out in what would shape up to be a hot afternoon.  Pinning it up first, he pushed your shoulders down when you moved to get up presuming he was done. 

“M’not done,” he murmured in concentration.  He had gotten a lot of practice doing hair from playing with the little girls at work.  Working with hair from sleeky and blonde to frizzy and untamable and curled beyond belief. You just sat still, letting him work.  He ran off once to grab something before he was back and was twisting and twirling your hair around his hand. He was pinning it with something before he was stepping back and clapping for himself for a job well done. “Alright, you can get up now.” 

You did so and automatically moved to the living room where a small mirror hung beside a photo of Jungkook, Eli and you from last year’s family photo shoot.  He had rolled your hair up into a bun behind your head and pinned it up with chopsticks. Well, one chopstick and a No.2 yellow pencil.  You bit back a laugh and just smiled at him.  

“It’s lovely, Jungkook,” you complimented.  The smile on his face made you happy to wear his chopstick and pencil hair-do.  “Go, get dressed and shower now.” You told him before he was kissing your cheek and running off to get ready for the day. 

Coming back out with a white t-shirt, jeans and boots that made him at least 3 inches taller. Along with a black bomber jacket on. His hair only partially brushed, but whatever. It worked. 

XXX

“Jimin! Hey, we’re here! I hope my son is too!” You called into the house as you and Jungkook walked inside.  You had a third key to Yoongi and Jimin’s apartment- Yoongi giving you one when he lost a bet with you. What bet? Well, the bet that Jimin wouldn’t ask him out on a date before valentine's day.  You bet that he would Yoongi was doubtful, but on February 13th, Jimin asked him to go on a date to the zoo (of all places). 

Of course, the relinquishment of their third key wasn’t all that bad, I mean Yoongi lucked out with a hot, hellhound boyfriend by the end of the day. He wouldn’t miss that key anyways. 

“Of course he is!” Yoongi yelled back. “He’s coloring with Jimin on the balcony!” He shouted in addition.  You and Jungkook took off your shoes as you both waltz into the familiar apartment.  Yoongi sat at his desk out in the living room, open tabs with words and photos on it.  You padded up behind your brother, peering over his shoulder.  Pictures of him in leather jackets and fishnet ripped jeans showing on the screen. 

“Oh, are these from your last photoshoot with- uh, what’s her name?” 

“It’s, Lily, and yes, it is. She wanted to do a greasy look, not sure how I’m feeling about it though.” He hummed as he pushed his knuckles into his cheek, bouncing his opinion of himself in his head.  

“I think it looks really good on you.” You told him as Jungkook popped up on his brother-in-law’s other side and smirked. 

“You look like a playboy,” he teased as Yoongi glared over his shoulder.  You nudged Jungkook with a hushed ‘don’t be mean’. “I mean it in the most attractive, positive and encouraging way possible. I promise.” 

“Whatever, snake boy.” Yoongi moved from his desk, closing the pictures and other windows before he was getting out of his chair and moving to the glass doors to the outside balcony.  It was surprisingly spacious and large.  Big enough for a small round table, two chairs and a little toy box with outside toys the boys kept at their place for when Eli does come over. 

He knocked on the glass to get the attention of the two boys outside that were out of sight.  He opened the door a bit before sticking his head out. 

“Hey, little man.  Mom and pops are here for you,” he spoke, a smile on his face. Yoongi opened the door fully as from around the corner, a small little ball of fury ran inside.  Jimin came into the glass door’s view right after.  His previous silver hair from school turned jet black due to his True Contract he formed with Yoongi. His eyes a permanent shade of silver as well.  

“Mama! Papa!” Your son, Eli, shouted as he ran from outside to inside and caught sight of his parents.  Jungkook knelt as Eli ran full force into his father’s arms as Jungkook didn’t hesitate to pick him up and swing him around.  Lowering him back down to sit at his waist and against his chest, Jungkook chuckled as Eli clung to him, wrapping his small arms around his dad to hug him.  

Jungkook set him down then as Eli turned to you as you knelt, hugging him on the ground.  It was harder for you to pick him up with one arm now that he was growing.  When he was younger it was easier.  

Jungkook and you both decided to adopt Eli 3 years ago.  When he was 3, he was chosen to be a part of your family.  He wasn’t a full human, but he was bewitched just like the rest of your family.  He wasn’t a Shifter like Jungkookor Jimin and he wasn’t a witch or warlock like you or Yoongi.  Instead, he was a sunsprite half-blood.  

His full head of blonde hair and golden eyes were enchanting and innocent to look at with his child demeanor.  His nose and cheeks dotted with freckles as his skin was tanned even darker than Jungkook’s.  He was the sweetest boy and you were happier every passing day that he was yours.  Eli knew that Jungkook and you weren’t his real mom and dad, but he still loved you anyway.  

You let go of your son as he moved to run back to Jimin outside who was talking to Yoongi at the glass door.  Jimin looked down at him, smiling as he bent down to talk to him as you raise yourself back to your feet. 

“What’s up?” Jimin asked. 

“I have to clean up my toys!” Eli chirped.  He was such a well behaved boy.  Jimin nodded as he stood back up, taking Eli’s hand. 

“Alright! Uncle Jimin will help you!” He giggled as the two disappeared behind the wall and ran back and forth with the toys that previously littered the balcony.  Yoongi moved to sit on the couch and picked up a book he had bookmarked on the coffee table next to a mug of cold coffee.  Or, well previously cold coffee that he heated up with magic as he took a sip.  

For such a well-rounded warlock, graduating the top of his class and getting the rank of A-Class warlock, he sure decided to forego and use his magic for mundane things.  Heating up his cold beverages just being one of the many things he does.  

Jungkook moved to sit down on a recliner as you moved to sit beside Yoongi, asking him about his book before asking how Eli was over the course of his stay. 

“He’s been fine, Y/n.  You and Jungkook do a good job teaching him things.  He’s not a hard kid,” Yoongi reassured.  You often wondered if you were doing a good job raising Eli, seeing as you didn’t have the best upbringing. The fear always struck hardest when you were waking up in the middle of the night or just randomly jumping into pain in the living room.  The moments your arm burned with phantom pain and when Eli was crying holding his sun warm hands to your arm as Jungkook held you. You son asking over and over ‘is mama okay?’. That’s when it was hardest.  

Jungkook always reassured you every time though.  “He always went to bed without a fuss and Jimin read to him when he wasn’t sleepy.  He picked up after himself and he didn’t splash when he took a bath. All is well with the world and Eli,” Yoongi finished.  

“Okay. I just get worried, you know.” You smiled.  Yoongi pat your leg before he was pinching your cheek.  

“I know,” he told you with that flat, soft smile that pushed at his cheeks he only gave to you- his little sister.  

“Hey,” Jungkook interrupted the conversation, getting you and Yoongi to look at him. “We’re gonna take Eli to lunch, do you and Jimin want to come with us?” Jungkook offered.  You smiled before looking at Yoongi.  It took a long time for Jungkook to actually get accustomed to Yoongi’s presence once again.  After you and him began a couple and the True Contract was finalized, Yoongi seemed to glare at him every time he saw him.  Jungkook was the teensiest bit scared of the overpowered warlock and his overkill familiar- not that he’d admit it.  

Him asking your brother and his boyfriend out to lunch with you- his wife- and his child was a big step from where he was years ago.  Yoongi seemed to think a bit before he smiled and shut his eyes, shaking his head. 

“Nah, we’ll let the happy family have their own lunchtime together.  We spent 3 days with him, you can have him back.” You felt a little disappointed. A big family lunch was always fun, but you didn’t force him.  You missed having quality time outside with your husband and child anyways.  So, you won in the end regardless. 

Soon, Jimin came back inside with Eli on his back. The toys picked up and back into the box outside. The glass door was shut and locked, the yellow drapes being pulled shut as Jimin let the young boy slide down his back to his feet. Yoongi got up off the couch as he started to make his way down the hall into the bedroom Eli had been staying in.  

“Come on, little man. Let’s get your stuff.  Your mom and pops are gonna take you out today.” Eli’s little face lit up with a glow that mimicked the sun as he ran to his uncle’s side and grabbed his hand.  Holding it as they walked into his room and started getting his things together.  Yoongi denied it, but he was so good with kids.  

Jimin walked to you, plopping down beside you, opposite of where Yoongi was sitting before.  He smiled, his wrinkled t-shirt obviously the same one he woke up in and never changed out of.  

“You look nice today, Y/n.”  He complimented as you smiled.  

“Thanks.  You look comfy.” 

“I am!” He laughed as he slouched back on the couch’s arm.  Jungkook behind him rolled his eyes at his best friend’s lazy behavior. The three of you started talking and somehow the conversation devolved to one about Yoongi’s photoshoot far too quickly.  Jungkook told him about how he looked like a heartbreaker and how you thought he looked nice.  Jimin began to go on and on about how he thought the look in question looked great on him and that leather looked especially good on his boyfriend.  

“‘Cuse me, how about you stop this conversation now,” Yoongi piped up with a heated face as he came back into the room with Eli.  A small, ninja turtle backpack on his shoulders and a spiderman lunch box filled with coloring books and crayons at his side. Yoongi never did take compliments well, especially when they're coming from his boyfriend about the way he looks in leather. 

When Jungkook started teasing him, Yoongi told Eli to cover his eyes, in which the child did promptly, and then slim ribbons of black lifted Jungkook to the ceiling, hanging him upside down until he apologized.  To which, Yoongi unsympathetically dropped him on his back.  When Eli uncovered his eyes, he laughed loudly at his dad upside down on the recliner.  

Soon, the trio were standing at the front door.  Eli helping his mom put her flats on, even if she didn't need the help and Jungkook strapping on his boots.  Jimin and Yoongi stood with them, Yoongi’s arm casually around Jimin’s shoulders. 

Eli pulled on his shoes, singing a little song he learned at school on what shoe to put on which foot.  The weak, led lights under his feet when he stomped lighting up a shade of red when he stood up and hopped.  Eli waved to Yoongi as he high-fived Jimin’s outstretched hand. 

“Bye-bye Uncle Yoongi and Uncle Jimin!” Eli cheered as he was soon ushered out the door by Jungkook who was already starting the car and racing Eli to the back seat to put him in his booster seat.  He was still too small to be without one. You turned to the two men. 

“Thanks for watching him, I think he enjoyed himself,” you giggled.  You had no doubt lunch and the car ride home would be filled with stories of what he did with his two uncles.  

“I love having him over, any longer and I would’ve just adopted him myself,” Jimin joked.  

“Yeah, Jungkook said that too,” you told him.  Jimin opened his mouth in offense as Yoongi laughed.  Shooing you out before Jimin really does march outside and take your child from Jungkook and locks the front door.  

As you knew, once you were in the passenger seat and Jungkook started driving, Eli started yammering on about all the fun he had.  He talked about the shadow plays Yoongi put on about fairy tales.  Or how Jimin would shift into his hellhound form and would carry Eli on his back- something Jimin would need to stop doing before Eli got too much bigger. 

You watched him through the rearview mirror as Jungkook was part of the conversation while diligently watching the road.  One hand of his was on the wheel, the other in your lap.  

When you three pulled up to Eli’s favorite little fast food place with a giant play area, he was nothing but cheers and promises to behave. While you and Jungkook were easy-going parents, you’ve taken him home a handful of times due to his behavior or the occasional temper tantrum.  Jungkook turned off the car and turned in his seat to look at the sparkling, gold eyes of his son. 

“You promise not to be a bad kid? You’re gonna listen to Mama and Papa today?” Jungkook asked as Eli nodded fervently.  Jungkook reached out to him, offering his pink. “You promise Papa?” Eli quickly promised his dad with his pink as Jungkook smiled. “Alright. Then, let’s go eat and have some fun.” You got out of the car as Jungkook unlatched Eli from his seat and the three of you went inside.  

Eli spent over an hour playing with the other kids who were playing in the play area. Climbing walls, going down slides, and speaking through connected, plastic bullhorns. He loved coming here and you didn’t mind him blowing off his energy.  He’d sleep well at least.  Jungkook sat beside you on the bench for parents that ran along the room’s perimeter, his arm over your shoulders long the top of the bench.  

You both spoke with other parents about how the kids always had fun.  Even a few staff members spoke to you, you both being here often due to Eli’s love of the place you got familiar with some staff.  You’ve even gotten a few coupons for your next visit too. Sometimes it pays to be a regular.  

When Eli was done playing, Jungkook drove to the park when Eli asked if he could go see the flowers.  He loved the flowers in the park because that’s where his mama and papa adopted him- or so they told him. He was too young to remember- only being three.  

When the three of them got out Eli watched as Jungkook walked to your right.  Eli opened his mouth, but shut it and whined.  You turned around as your son was soon motioning for Jungkook.  Jungkook looked at you before he knelt and let his son whisper in his ear.  Jungkook rolled his lips over his teeth as he smiled and ruffled his son's sunny, blonde hair. 

“Of course you can hold Mama’s hand, silly kid.” Jungkook chuckled as he poked Eli’s stomach.  He had left his backpack and lunch box in the car as Jungkook locked it up and Eli jumped to your side.  He grabbed your right hand with his left before he reached out his empty right hand. He smiled. 

“Papa can hold my hand too!” He cheered as Jungkook nearly fell to his knees.  The sunny smile of his cute son almost too much to handle.  He took his son’s hand as the three of you started walking through the park.  The two of you swung him from time to time before he wanted to sit down because his feet hurt.  

The three of you sat on a bench in front of the same fountain Jungkook asked you to marry you at. Before long, Eli- still holding both of your hands- hand slumped against your chest, falling asleep.  Before long he was passed out in a small nap as you just smiled at him.  Jungkook brushed his child’s hair from his face before he leaned over and kissed his head.  

“I think he had fun today,” you softly spoke.  Jungkook nodded.  

“He’ll be out for a while, but we’ll wake him up soon so he can sleep tonight,” Jungkook recalled he had school and ran through a checklist of what to do when they all got home.  Empty out his backpack of fun weekend toys and storybooks and refill it with his pencil box and letter books for school.  

“That’s true,” you replied. “You get to wake him up through,” you teased.  Leaving the job of ‘bad parent’ to Jungkook.  He gasped lightly before he sneered at you with a smile.  His nose scrunching up before he was kissing your cheek again.  

He leaned his head on your shoulder as he kept brushing his fingers through his son’s blonde head of soft hair.  Poking his freckled cheek on occasion as Eli kept a firm hold on both yours and Jungkook’s hands. 

“Are you happy, Y/n?” He asked out of nowhere.  You looked at the crown of his rosy dragon hair.  You smiled as you kissed his head to which you felt his cheeks lift as he smiled against your shoulder.  “I’m making you happy right? We’re making you happy?” He gestured to Eli. 

“You both make me more than happy. It’s hardly even a question.” You assured as he relaxed more on your shoulder.  Before long you were having to wake up both your son and your husband who fell asleep on your shoulder on the park he proposed in. The park where you started your own family.  

Yes, you were oh so happy. 

[myhockeyworld87]

Choices - Tyler Seguin/Jamie Benn - Part 19

Word Count: 2,948

POV: Reader’s

Warnings: Smut, NSFW (If anyone is still in an actual working environment) Language

Notes: So I’ve been super productive this morning, Got this edited, made bread from scratch, mopped the bathroom floor, halfway through the laundry and actually did work all before 1:30pm. Thinking about going for a walk outside after this, since the sun is shining. So hopefully NR will be up tonight as well. Hope everyone is doing well. I wanted to say Thank you to all of those that are still working, whether your in the medical field, work in a grocery store or take out restaurant or factory or shipping (And so many more.) You guys are amazing, and we are truly thankful for all of you. Also if you’re staying home and self-quarantining, I want to say thank you to you as well. You’e doing your part as well. Hang in there everyone we got this!!! Love and Hugs to all!

The look in Jamie's eyes as he pleaded with you to stay almost broke you in two, but then you thought about Tyler and how unfair this whole situation had been to him. "Jamie, I love you, babe. I really do, but I could use a little time to myself." You hoped that you weren't hurting his feelings too much, though he seemed to look at you with a bit more understanding.

 "I'm sorry babe. I forget about that sometimes. You go ahead and go get the stuff at your place, take all the time you want."

 "Thanks, Jame. I'm gonna make some stuff for you and the guys and then head over if you're good with that." You didn't feel right leaving without making sure that Jamie at least had a decent meal.

 "You don't need to do that sweetheart, we can just call out."

 "It's fine, I already had something in mind." An hour later and you had a nice meal prepared for Jamie and his teammates, all they had to do was heat it up in the oven. You kissed Jamie goodbye, then headed off to your place to get ready for your date with Tyler and pack up a few things. Even though it was just a stay at home date, you threw on a cute top with a pair of distressed jeans and spent a little extra time fixing your makeup. By the time five o'clock rolled around, you were standing outside Tyler's place ringing the doorbell.

 The dogs barked and you could hear Tyler's footsteps as he ran to the door. "Why are you ringing the bell? You have the code, you could've just came in." Tyler said, as he ushered you in the house, then gave you a quick kiss on the lips.

 Gerry jumped up on you, making you and Tyler separate and reminding you to answer Tyler. "I just didn't feel comfortable using it." Shifting your hand off of Tyler, you reached for the pups to pet them. "Hi guys, I missed you."

 "Well I'm telling you from now on, just use the code, ok?"

 "Fine." He tried to pull you further into the house, but the dogs weren't having it until they got a bit more love. So you knelt down and made sure that you got plenty of puppy kisses.

 "Ok boys, give her some air." He said holding out a hand to help you up. When he pulled a little too hard, you stumbled into him; hands pressing against his chest to steady yourself. "Mmm…well this seems like a better hello." This time when he pressed his lips to yours it was more intimately, as his tongue mingled with yours, and before you knew what was happening he was grabbing you by the ass and lifting you against him. Your arms locked behind his neck as your legs wrapped around Tyler's body. He started down the hallway towards the bedroom, kicking the door shut, leaving the dogs outside.

 "I thought we were having dinner?" You panted out when broke from his mouth for air.

 "We will," Tyler answered as he dropped kisses on your exposed skin. "I was thinking I'd have dessert first." He laid you down on the bed then, his body covering yours as he kissed his way down your neck. The low cut white blouse you'd chosen showed a hint of the lace bra that you had on underneath. Tyler pushed the shirt and bra strap off your shoulder, exposing more of your skin for him to taste. "God, I missed you." His hands untucked your top so that he could caress your body. "Can we take this off?" You nodded lifting up so that he could pull the garment off you; while you did the same for him. His mouth came back down on yours then as he pressed you into the mattress. His mouth skimmed down to lightly trace the edge of your bra. "Pretty did you wear it for me?"

 "Maybe," you panted out, then sucked in a breath when his mouth captured your nipple through the lace.

 He lifted his head after a few minutes. "Only maybe huh? Should I stop then?" His hand cupped your pussy through your jeans and you arched your back into his touch, as his tongue came out to flick your peaked nipple.

 "No, don't stop Tyler, please."

 His palm pressed down, rubbing circles on you through the fabric, and your body ached for more; wanting to remove the barrier between you and his touch. Your hips rose, a silent plea begging for more. "So needy baby. Are there pretty panties that match this under here?" When you only whimpered a response, he said. "What was that babe? I can't hear you?"

 "Yes," Your voice sounded weak even to your own ears, but he had you desperate for more. "Ty, please."

 "Please what baby?" And then his mouth was on your nipple again. "Please suck you here?" A moan came out of your mouth at the contact, and then he was rubbing your pussy again. "Please touch you like this?" Again you groaned as moisture pooled at your core. You were so damp he could probably feel it through your jeans.

 "Ty, please…" you sucked in a breath of air before you continued. "Please fuck me."

 "Fuck baby," he breathed in. "I didn't expect you to say that." Your hands fumbled with the button of his pants, as your need grew. When you finally got him unzipped, you pushed both his jeans and boxers past his hips, freeing his erection. You licked your lips in anticipation. "Easy, babe, I want you too."

 He kissed your stomach then, his hands undoing the button so he could slip your jeans off. You lifted your hips so he could slide them down easier. His face was so close to your core, and he breathed in your scent, before licking a stripe between your folds. You arched into his mouth and he held your hips down with one hand before taking your clit and sucking hard on it. When you moaned, it echoed throughout the bedroom, and he looked up at you while he continued to lap at your pussy. As good as his mouth felt on you, you wanted to feel him inside you. "Ty, please…I need…you." You practically begged. With one last lick at your core, he pulled himself from you.

 "God, you look so beautiful." He had his cock in his hand, and you spread your legs a little more, as he prepared to enter you. The head of his cock dipped in between your lips and he stilled, poised there just waiting, making you ache for him more. When you couldn't take it any longer, you wrapped your legs around him, pulling him deep inside your pussy. He hissed out his pleasure, leaning down and capturing your lips as he began thrusting in and out of you. When neither of you could breathe, you broke apart, yet your faces remained inches from each other. "Love…you." He panted, hitting that spot inside you that had your body trembling.

 "Love you…too." And then he was thrusting in and out of you at a pace that had you clutching his shoulders to hang on. "I'm gonna…" before you could finish that sentence, you were coming apart in full bliss from the orgasm wracking through your body. His forehead, touched yours as you spasmed around his cock, drawing him to climax with you.

 Tyler collapsed on top of you, and you relished the weight and feel of him, running your nails lightly across his back in a soothing motion. When your breathing finally returned to normal, you said. "If that was dessert, I can't wait to see what you have planned for dinner." He laughed and you could feel the vibrations through your body.

 He pulled back, just enough to look you in the eyes. "Well I did have an elaborate meal planned, but we could just skip that and stay here."

 "Not a chance Seguin." You said poking at his shoulder. "You promised to cook for me, and I'm holding you to that. Even if staying in this bed is very tempting."

 Pecking your lips, he lifted off of you; his cock slipping out of you at the same time. "Well then I guess I better get in the kitchen, so we can come back here." He walked to the en suite and grabbed a cloth to wipe both of you off. When you went to grab your clothes that were strewn all over the room, he stopped you. "Those won't be necessary." Going into the closet, he quickly came out holding matching robes. "For you."

 "Is this the standard Tyler Seguin, after sex treatment or are you just showing off for me." Of course, you were teasing him, but the frown on his face told you he didn't enjoy the ribbing.

 "You don't remember do you?" Searching your mind you tried to come up with some memory from your past with Tyler, but it evaded you; so you shook your head no. "We were in the hot tub, at the apartment in Toronto." He raised his eyebrows. "Naked." And then it came flooding back to you, even as he said the words. "We were stuck outside because the door locked accidentally, and you were freezing."

 "And I had begged you to bring out towels and you said we wouldn't need them." Adding to the story, now that you finally remembered.

 "And then you told me, that you'd only ever get in there naked with me again if I got robes for us. I never got the chance to get us those robes back then, but well now…I just thought the matching part was an added touch." You padded over to him then, grabbing the lapels of his robe to pull him close to you.

 "It was a really nice present. Thank you." Going up on your toes, you kissed him then. Your hand ran down his chest and that's when you felt the embroidery on the robe. "What's this?"

 "Our initials entwined." It was an intricate design and one that definitely had thought behind it. "I always wanted to get a tattoo of them."

 "Really?" He nodded, somewhat shy which totally wasn't Tyler at all. "Maybe someday." You told him, and he seemed to accept that answer. "Now, I'm starving so make me dinner." He cooked you salmon practically to perfection. Then fed you ice cream for dessert, after which you ended back in the bedroom for round two. Before you knew it, the time had flown by and as much as you wanted to stay wrapped up in Tyler's arms you decided you had to get back to Jamie. Reluctantly, he let you get ready to go; walking you out to the car.

 Hands on each side of you leaning against the car, he pressed his body into yours. "I wish you didn't have to go."

 "I know me too. You have a road trip tomorrow right?"

 His bottom lip came out, in a pout. "Yeah, can I see you when I get back?"

 "You better. How about I cook for you this time?" Tyler always loved your cooking, so you figured you might as well return the favor.

 "Sounds amazing already. You can do it here, that way you can spend time with the boys too."

 "Deal." You said, leaning up to give him a quick kiss. "I'll call you tomorrow, now I really have to go." This time when you kissed him, you let your lips linger there longer, memorizing the feel of them for the next few days. You pulled away and he pressed his forehead to yours, not willing to let you go entirely yet. "Love you."

 "I love you too (Y/N). I'm gonna miss the hell out of you." With one last kiss, he stepped back allowing you to get in the vehicle. "God I hate this." A pang of guilt shot through you for putting him through this, and you feared that maybe you weren't being fair to him and should just let him go. He must have seen something there. "No don't say it. I'll take what I can get, until you know for certain it's me you want."

 A ghost of a smile played on your lips and right then and there you made up your mind that as soon as you knew what you wanted, you were going to end this back and forth between him and Jamie. With one last kiss, you headed out of the driveway back to Jamie's house. You were half afraid that he would be upset that you were gone for so long, but luckily Janny and Guri were still with him, all three of them laughing and joking while playing video games.

 Over the next several weeks it was pretty much the same routine. You'd spend most days with Jamie, helping him on the road to recovery and tried to spend as much time with Tyler as you could. On days where there were home stretches, he'd come over on the pretense of seeing Jamie, the two of you eventually sneaking in alone time. They were weeks of both torture and bliss, but then finally one day you woke up and just knew. It was if a lightbulb went off and you realized at that moment that you couldn't live without this man. Now all that was left to do was tell him.

 While Jamie's memories still hadn't returned, he was healing from his injuries and going to morning practices, more for therapy than anything else. The morning you figured everything out, he was at the arena along with Tyler, which was fine, because you realized you needed to figure out a way to tell both of them your decision. You rolled over in bed, ready to start your morning when you were hit with a wave of nausea. A half-hour later you finally finished emptying the contents of your stomach, getting the queasiness under control. You tried to think back on what you'd at the night before, but it wasn't anything that would've disagreed with your stomach. It was only when you went into the linen closet to grab a washcloth that you realized you hadn't touched your tampons in a while. A quick look at your calendar and you noticed you were indeed late.

 Fuck, this couldn't be happening. You could run to the drugstore and grab a pregnancy test, but then the timing would be off and Jamie would be home by then, and that was the last thing you wanted. It would need to be confirmed by a doctor anyhow; picking up the phone you dialed the office and made an appointment for the following day. By the time Jamie came home, you were in a full-blown panic, but couldn't let him know. You spent most of the afternoon cleaning the house, trying to get your mind on anything else.

 "Sweetheart, is everything ok?" Jamie inquired.

 "Yeah, why?" you answered probably a little too fast and a somewhat loud.

 "You just seem a bit on edge, and you realize I have a cleaning lady that was here yesterday, right?"

 Shit, you had forgotten about that. "I just thought I saw some mold in the shower and then one thing led to another." It so wasn't the truth, but you hoped he'd believe you none the less.

 "Well, I can call and have her come back."

 "No!" When that came out too harsh, you softened your tone. "No, it's fine, really. Sometimes I just get in a cleaning mood."

 "Ok, whatever makes you happy." The rest of the day dragged on. You staved off Jamie's intentions of anything sexual that night, claiming that you didn't feel that great, which was the truth. Sleep didn't come as you laid in bed just staring at the ceiling running the last few weeks over your mind. You'd broken your own rule of no condoms with both Tyler and Jamie, so if you were pregnant you had no clue who the father would be.

 Making an excuse to Jamie, you headed to the doctor's office. Where after peeing in a cup and having blood drawn, you waited patiently for the doctor to come in and give you the results. When she finally walked in your heart jumped in your throat waiting to hear what she had to say. "Good news Ms. (Y/LN), you're pregnant." When your face fell, she added. "Or maybe that's not such good news. You know there are several options here." And you did know that, but you also knew that after losing Tyler's baby before, there was no way you were going to terminate your pregnancy on purpose.

 She talked for several minutes about the things you needed to do, like taking vitamins, getting enough sleep and more tests that would have to be done. By the time you got in your car, you just collapsed into the seat and cried. You thought you finally had your life figured out, but now this. You weren't sure what you were going to do.

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 Ok, here we go, choices. I feel like these are going to be pretty close, but I could be wrong.

 A)  Tell Tyler you're pregnant, but you don't know who the father is.

B)  Tell Jamie the truth about everything, hoping that it won't damage his memory.

C) Steal DNA from both Jamie and Tyler and see if there's a way to do a paternity test, before saying anything to either of them.

[always-against-the-grain]

summertime high

Summary: Your neighbor, Negan, catches you smoking weed the morning of your family’s Fourth of July cookout, and you end up in his bedroom.

Pairing: AU Negan x reader (female, named Eddie)

Tags: AU Negan, Negan smut, Negan x reader, rough-ish smut, oral

“Klaus! I can smell that skunk, hand it over!” Negan yelled from his yard.

You heard the ground crunch beneath his feet as he got closer. Negan peaked over the fence and saw you laying face up on the well-trimmed grass, smoke rising from the rolled paper between your lips.

You took the joint from your mouth and propped yourself on your elbows,  awkwardly smiled at him considering you were caught red-handed, “Hey, Negan...”

“Oh shit doll, I was expecting your father” he was flustered, not just cause you were clad in a sports bra and running shorts, your skin glistening in the sun, but he didn’t know what do with the knowledge of his friend’s daughter smoking.

“Um, he know about this?” Looking around the yard for any sign of him.

“Relax, Negan, they’re out getting stuff for the cookout. And god no! He’d never let me leave the house if he knew, or my mom”

“But, hey, thanks for letting me know my pops is a total pothead” you added

Negan’s face went blank and pale. Did he just throw his buddy under the bus?

“I’m kidding, lighten up a little” you laughed, stood up from the grass, and climbed on top of a flower pot.

“Here” you offered the half-smoked joint over the brick barrier.

He reached for it, your fingers touching, officially lighting an attraction that had been lingering. You briefly admired his shirtless, slender physique, noticing for the first time in detail his tattooed skin.

You were going on your fourth summer living in the neighborhood. You moved in the summer before college, and we’re now about to enter your senior year. Negan, on the other hand, had lived there for a while, with his wife, until it was just him. You were sure your father knew more but never had too much interest to ask, you were more intrigued about the women leaving his house around the same time you would show up faded on summer nights.

“So how’s school?” He asked before taking a drag.

“It’s good, starting my seni-“ you were interrupted by Negans borderline choking noises

“Ah!” cough “Fuck!” cough cough

“Careful old man-

Cough

“-that’s some medicinal shit” you giggled taking the joint from his hand and taking a smooth hit, slurping the smoke through your nostrils.

Or so you thought

cough cough “shit!” cough

“Careful young lady, that’s some medicinal shit” Negan mocked you before you handed it back to him.

“You were saying kid?”

Negans hit - pass

“Oh, schools going fine, last year is coming up”

“What were you studying again?”

“Graphic design” you answered taking another hit and sharing it once more

“Oh shit, alright! Any plans after that?” Negan asked, sucking at the almost empty joint.

“Find a job” you chuckled, “but I wanna adventure for little, you know get some experiences under my belt”

“Experiences, huh? Like what?” He asked

Without out warning you made the first move, leaned over the fence and made contact with his soft lips. He approved by sliding his tongue in your mouth, simultaneously killing the slightly lit doobie.

Smoke leaking between the contact.

For several moments you were lost in a summertime bliss before he pulled away.

“Eddie -“ you attacked his mouth again “-we can’t”

“I feel like I’m taking advantage, plus your father would kill me” He explained

“First of all, I’m high, not drunk. You’re not taking advantage. Second of all, how about you don’t fucking tell him.” you reassured him of the obvious.

That was enough for him as he grabbed the sides of your face, thumbs grazing your cheeks, soft moans escaping you both.

“Negan, this great and I wanna keep going but-“ you mentioned between the kiss

“-cotton-mouthed?” he finished your sentence.

“Severely” you smiled

“Come over and I’ll get us some water”

You used your upper body strength and hopped over the fence, Negan helping you soft your landing

———

He ungracefully tossed you on his bed, the crease of your knees wrapping around the edge of the mattress. His form hovering above you, his forearms at your sides keeping his weight off you. His lips nibbled at your neck, giving you soft bites - making sure not to leave marks for your parents to question. He gently rubbed his clothed manhood against you and pulled your sports bra above your head and through your shoulders.

“Shit, how long have you had these?” He asked referring to your pierced nipples

“Like two years” you answered sweeping your fingers through his hair

“They’re nice doll” He took your nipple into his mouth.

After hearing your approving moans he built up the confidence to yank harder, hooking the metal rod between his upper and lower teeth and pulled upward.

“Mmm, fuck” you groaned in pleasure.

He continued his ministrations equally on both buds and slowly worked his way down your body, stopping at the hem of your shorts.

He gave a brief look, swiftly and roughly pulled them down. His assertiveness causing you to get more wet for him. He dragged you a little closer to the edge of the bed and got down to his knees.

His tongues started at your entrances and raked itself up to your clit. He flicked the tip of his tongue side to side, before taking the entire nerve bundle into his mouth and gently sucking on it. His scruff scratching your inner thighs added to your arousal. You gripped his comforter as he hummed into your pussy. You being stoned amplified everything he was doing to you.

“Mmm” you mewled as he magically pumped two slender digits into to you.

Your fingers tangled in his hair and your massaged his scalped as he worked your womanhood. While his mouth was on your clit and his fingers buried inside you, his other hand snakes underneath you to your puckered hole. He didn’t insert anyone of his fingers, he used the pads of his fingertips to apply slight pressure instead, that new and foreign sensation was enough.

With a stifled moan, you convulsed around his fingers. His licks and fingering actions faded as you rode out your orgasm. You caught your breath before returning the favor.

“My turn,” you told him

You stood up and planted soft kisses on his chest, your hands dropped to his hips and guided him to lay at the center of the bed. His head leaned back against the headboard, legs spread out like a ‘V’. You palmed him through his grey sweatpants. You felt his fully hard member, he was big. Negan noticed your impression of his manhood.

“Think you handle that? My big cock in your mouth? Think you’ll choke like you did with that jay?”

Fuck, maybe, you thought to yourself

You didn’t answer, you just helped him shimmy his sweats down and tossed them to the side. Noticing he wasn’t wearing any underwear.

“Freeballing?”

“It’s summertime hon, you gotta”

You dragged your tongue on the underside of his shaft, feeling the ridge of a thick vein underneath. You went back down to his base, taking his heavy balls into your mouth, juggling them with your tongue while your other hand slowly tugged at his cock.

“Ah fuck” he moaned

Your tongue traveled up his shaft once more until reaching his bulbous head, you swirled around it, one of your hands gently caressing his ball sack. You slowly took him into your mouth, going halfway before coming up again. You performed that movement servals time, layering his dick with your saliva.

“Not cotton-mouthed anymore are you?”

“Nu-uh” you muffled

After a few minutes, Negan wanted more. He wrapped his fingers in your hair and pushed your head down until your lips were tickled by his dark curls.

You gagged.

“Breathe,” he told you, holding you down for several seconds, before letting you come up.

You gasped for air, and he quickly brought you back down.

“That’s it baby, take my dick down your throat”

He slowly but fiercely fucked your face by bouncing his pelvis off the mattress and into your mouth. You felt the tip hit deep in your throat causing you to occasionally choke a bit.

He felt himself close to the edge and pulled you off him. He brought your face to his and kissed you roughly, wiping away a few streaks of tears that had fallen from your eyes.

“That was hot, I love the sounds you make with my dick in your throat”

You reached between you and moved your hand up and down his shaft.

“Give me a sec” he said leaning over to his bedside drawer

“We don’t need that” you assured him

He paused and gave you an are-you-sure look

“I mean unless we need to?” You asked, insinuating if he had any transferable illness

“Nah, I take care of my health hon” he informed you, “do you?”

“Yes” you have him a clear answer

“Alright then” he smiled at you

He laid you down on your back, your head at the opposite side of the bed. He sucked on your neck, whispering naughty things in your ear while rubbing the tip of his cock up and down your folds

“You enjoy being fucked raw by older guys?...

“You’re such a dirty girl...

“You like high sex with your father's friends?...

“This heat getting to you huh doll...

“Just-“ you were getting impatient “just- fuck me Negan!”

He instantly entered you, his girth stretching your walls, borderline painful but so good

“Ah fuck” you moaned into his ear

He stilled for a moment, letting you adjust to his size. He exited entirely before roughly burying himself into once more. Each time just as exciting. It’s was a nice change of pace from the college guys you’ve slept with. Negan took his time, going deeper and drawing out your sensations.

“Yes, harder Negan”

He pumped in and out of you which such force you’d thought he was gonna tear you in two. He gradually increased is speed, so fast you felt the mattresses rocking beneath you. His balls slapped against you, creating wet sounds that echoed in his room. He felt himself getting close to his release, and he wanted to finish at the same time.

“You’re gonna come around my cock” he ordered you

You nodded

He brought the pad of his thumb in between your bodies to your clit, added slight pressure clockwise as he continued to fuck you senseless.

“Negan - I’m -“ you warned him

A few more brushes against your clit and you tensed up, your legs instinctively wrapping around him, coming undone. With a few more rough penetrations and ungodly groan, he spurted his seed inside you. Your walls still in convulsion, milling his cock empty.

He relaxed on top of you. His weight was oddly comforting.

“How’s that for an experience?” He commented

“It was perfect” you kissed the crook of his neck

“considering I like high sex with older guys” you worked your way to his mouth “who happen to be my dad's friends” you repeated his words to him

“You’re funny,” he said sarcastically

You heard the squeaky brakes of your parents car pull up.

Thank god they hadn’t taken it to the shop yet

“Oh shit,” both of you said together

You began to quickly dress yourselves, you and Negan racing down the stairs out to the backyard. Negan gave you a boost over the fence. You made it over and quickly scrambled your paraphernalia under the towel you were laying on.

Seconds later you dad opened the sliding door, “Eddie, come help your mother with the groceries!”

“Alright! Be right there!”

———

Later that night you were hosting your friends and neighbors at the annual cookout.

Negan walked over to you, where you were being entertained by the chips and dip, “you have a nice glow tonight”

“Thanks, it’s edible” you answered with a wide grin - high as shit per usual 

He leaned in and whispered in your ear, “or maybe it’s my cum dripping down your thighs”

Fuck, you swallowed your snack

He brought the pad of the thumb to wipe a small portion of dip you had on the corner of your mouth, and he licked his finger clean

“Happy fourth” he said before walking away, taking a sip of his beer at the same time

[blueberryrock]

I'm so tired rn, it is currently 12:49 am so im going to bed after this. But enjoy!

(Blue's pov)

"Are you sure you can handle this?" I look down at the tiny pink gem in front of me.

"Of course, I've seen Pink do it a bunch of times" Spinel gives one of the biggest grins I've ever seen.

"A-and you know what to do? " I ask another question "oh and you know some of the rules....right?" I shift nervously on my sore feet.

"Rules?" Spinel shoots me a confused look "how can a ball have rules?"

"Well, there aren't many, just simple ones" I cross my arms "like for instance, we're not allowed to leave our seats, although White has definitely changed that one.....oh and cannons can't be in the ballroom, or the castle for that matter" I stroke my chin trying to think of any rules.

"Well, liquids are no longer forbidden, cause it turns out that Steven is about seventy percent water...."  I trail off.

"Speaking of steven, is he coming?" Spinel bounces happily in place.

"I think so, he said that he would come with gifts, although I don't exactly know what gifts he could make..since we are quite bigger then him" I shrug.

"Quite?" Spinel crosses her arms.

I chuckle and roll my eyes "you should probably go and get the ball ready, and is there a dress code" I cursorily ask.

"Dress code?" Spinel scratches her head.

"Yeah, like we could dress...I don't know...nicer? Or different at least" I try to explain but Spinel just shrugs.

"That sounds good, I think I will try something new but I don't really know, you can too if you'd like, that goes for Yellow and White too" Spinel turns around "but like you said, I've got work to do" she starts running down the empty hallway we were talking in.

"And if you need any help, you can always call me or Steven, he has thrown at least two balls" I shout after her. I definitely shouldn't tell her that the first ball turned into a disaster, but it wasn't his fault...

A spike of pain washes over me, starting from my feet and quickly ends as soon as it reaches my mid-calf.

I sigh, I should go and sit down, maybe I'll run a bath. Yeah, that sounds nice. I turn around and painfully make my way to my chambers. As soon as the doors close behind me I instantly phase into nothing but a very loose and thin blue shirt and a pair of comfortable panties.

I slowly make my way across my room towards my extraction chambers (which everyone now calls it a bathroom).

I hit the now higher panel and the doors in front of me open, letting the slightly cold air into the room. I shiver when my bare feet touch the freezing tile floor, but I try my best to ignore it and turn on the bath.

As soon as the room becomes filled to the brim with steam. I phase away the rest of my clothes, and carefully lower myself into the warm water.

I let out a relaxed sigh as I finally make contact with the bottom and sit down. This time I accidentally filled the bath with to much water and it's now up to my chin.

I gently place my hand on my big baby bump, ever since I opened up to Yellow, I've been feeling..... better I guess...I'm certainly not one hundred percent a-okay, but I've been feeling happier about the gemlings.

Every now and then I occasionally have a few bad thoughts, but I'm glad that I have Yellow to help me with it, I just can't help but feel like I'm dragging Yellow.

I shake my head trying to get rid of that last thought, I need to think of something else...hmm what should I wear to Spinel's ball?

She didn't really specify if there was going to be a dress code or not. I smile as a wonderful idea comes to mind, I should wear the dress I wore to my first ball! I will have to make some adjustments, I rub my baby bump, man Yellow will love it!

I quickly finish my lovely bath and I wrap a towel around my body and hair. I sit down on my very comfortable stool in front of my vanity, I unwrap my now wet towel from my hair, I dry my soaking wet hair as best as I can with the towel before I instantly remove all the water from it with my powers.

I toss the damp towel onto the floor, but before it actually lands on the ground it phases away.

I grab my new blue hairbrush and I run it through my very tangled hair, I faintly hum some human song. Humming quickly turns into quietly singing.

"From the shell, the song of the sea" I softly sing to myself, I shapeshift my hair to get rid of my loop so I can braid my hair "neither quiet nor calm, searching for love again".

I easily hum the rest of the song as I quickly and effortlessly finish my long braid, I unnecessarily fiddle with the end of my braid, trying to make it not fall apart. I sigh as I throw the end of it over my shoulder, what time is it? I pull up a screen to find that Spinel's ball is in five hours.

I droop onto my vanity and let out another sigh, I should probably finish designing the gemlings little room, but all I need are the colors. If it's going to be anything like that weird vivid dream I had, I should be able to guess the colors correctly.

But alas, I am not a sapphire. The medical pearl did say that the next appointment I'll have should tell us what colors they might be.

I sit straight up and whip around at the sound of my doors opening, I smile when Yellow diamond steps into my room. She turns on my crystal chandelier as she grumbles something to herself.

"I don't understand how you can see so well in the dark" she walks directly towards me and smiles "it's like a new power, and I lovee what you did with your hair your hair"

"Thank you" I grab her hips and pull her closer, I wrap my arms around her and stand up "I wanted to do something new for Spinel's ball, while the braid may not be entirely new, but what I'm planning is...also not entirely new" I quietly giggle "but I know you'll love it"

"You know I'll love anything you'll do, even if you've done it before" Yellow plants a soft kiss on top of my head.

"I know, I know" I release my hold from her and I grab my still open screen "Since you are here, I wanted to show you the nursery design for our gemlings!"

I pull up the blueprints and proudly show her, she grabs the screen and studies each picture for a few seconds before moving onto the next one.

"They look good, but what is the color scheme?" Yellow hands me the screen back.

"I wanted to do the colors of what the gemlings are, but that'll have to wait a couple of days or so" I pull up the time and date again "well, it says the next appointment is actually tomorrow, so the plans will be done quickly"

A sudden rush of fatigue washes over me, I let out a yawn as I dismiss the screen "I think I'm going to take a nap before the ball" I phase into a soft shirt and pants.

I walk around Yellow and head straight for my bed "wake me up at least half a cycle before it starts." I pull all the blankets onto me.

"Noted" Yellow lays down right beside me, I lay down on my back as Yellow messes with my braid, she hums as I flip onto my side, trying to find a good position.

I let out a very long and relaxed sigh as I finally get comfortable, I feel myself drift into slumber as Yellow finishes humming.

"Have a good nap, I'll be back to wake you up" She whispers, I grumble something back to her, but I don't know what it was.

Since I took a nap I surprisingly didn't have a dream, I just fell asleep then bam! Instantly woke up.

"Blue? You said to wake you up now, so I need you to wake up" Yellow shakes me awake.

"Hmmm" I sit up, I wipe the sleep from my eyes, I squint from the light and I turn to the golden diamond next to me.

"Yellow? Mmm, what time is it?" I pull back the very warm covers and shiver slightly as Yellow helps me off of the bed.

"It's about a cycle till the ball, I decided you might need some time to actually wake up" Yellow let's go of me, I let out a groan as I stretch my arms.

"It seems like I did the right thing" Yellow hands me a glass of water.

"Thank you" I croak, I take a few sips of the cold water, I hand her the glass as I yawn.

After a few minutes of Yellow talking to me, making sure I don't fall asleep again, I push her out of the room so I can get ready.

I sit back down on my vanity chair and I fix my messy braid, damn, I knew I should've waited until after I took a nap. But then again, I didn't know that I'd actually take one...

As soon as my braid is done, I stand up and phase off my pajamas and I put on a comfortable pair of matching panties and a bra.

Now, this is the hard part, I have to remember what my dress looked like. It really won't be hard, but it was a very very long time ago.

As soon as remember what the dress I wore for my first ball looks like, I phase it on. I quickly adjust the waist so it's not clinging to my body, but instead it flowing at the bottom.

I turn around to face the mirror, I take a few steps back to see the entire dress.

And it's almost just how I remember it.

The top clings to my form, I had to just the neckline so it ends at the tip of my gem, I kept the long sleeves but moved the end of them just an inch or two back. The color of the entire dress is still blue, but as dark as the night sky, and it still shimmers when I move.

Moving past my waist, I shortened the slit by my leg a lot, so now it goes from my mid-calf to my ankles, which is where the dress stops, I also added the same sized slit on the other side.

This time I finally put on shoes, but they are a simple pair of knee-length boots with a lot of extra padding inside.

I smooth down the front of the dress, I smile as the familiar softness tickles my hands. A familiar chime breaks the silence in my room "come in" I half yell.

I sit back down on my plush stool as the big blue doors open. Steven, Amethyst, Pearl, and Connie walk into my room.

Steven and Pearl laugh at something that Amethyst had probably said, and in Steven's and Connie's hands are some big wrapped items.

As soon as Connie sees me, she accidentally drops the gifts she was carrying and her brown eyes go wide.

I push myself off of the stool and walk over to them "is something wrong" I ask the shocked Connie as I pick up the thing she dropped.

"N-no, nothing is wrong" she shakes her head and smiles "it's just that Steven said that you were at least six months in, but I had no idea you were." I cut her off "Big? Huge?" I smile little.

"Well, no, I was going to say, I had no idea you were so pregnant" she nervously laughs "and your dress looks amazing!"

I slightly blush from the complement. "Well, I am carrying twins" I smile warmly, I gently place my hand on my belly. I examine the nicely wrapped item, it's wrapped in different styles of a human material, which I think is paper and it fits perfectly in my hand. "You guys really didn't need to bring us anything."

"Well, my art teacher had me and my class make stuffed animals" I neatly unwrap all the paper to reveal a very soft, mixed fabric, lion "and I decided to go all out." Connie very proudly says.

I neatly place the paper on my vanity and inspect the toy lion. It has stitched black eyes and a black heart-shaped nose, with a wild rainbow mane and matching tail.

"It may not be the prettiest thing in the world, but I'm pretty sure that bad boy gave me an A+ for the rest of the year" Connie smiles "and it took me a little more than a week to make it, not including the time it took to gather the materials, luckily my mom and dad were there to help me."

I put the adorable lion on my vanity and I grab the gift that Steven was holding, "Man, you do not know how long it took to wrap those, and how much wrapping paper it took" Steven smiles as I once again, neatly take the paper off.

"As I said, you really didn't need to bring us anything, but I really do appreciate it" I happily say, I place all the paper on the vanity with the other paper.

In my hand is a beautiful wooden box with a wind-up on the back, it's a lovely shade of dark green with the diamond insignia top.

"C'mon, wind it up!" Steven excitedly says.

I smile at his lack of patience, I delicately wind up the box, as excitement builds inside me with each crank.

Suddenly the little box makes a strange CLICK sound and a wonderful tune starts playing, I shoot a confused look towards Steven. But he just looks at me with what I think are tearful eyes.

The song ends quickly, Steven sighs "The song is called you are my sunshine, my dad would sing that to me whenever I got scared, I'll teach you the lyrics later, but now we've got a ball to attend!" Steven turns on his heel towards the door.

"I'll be right after you" I call out to him and his friends as they leave. I quickly set the box next to the lion, I take one last glance over my outfit before I turn around and leave.

(At the ball)

I stand in front of familiar ballroom doors, this time I'm not being introduced to gems, this time I'm just going to go in and enjoy the ball without any pressure, what so ever.

I take a deep breath in, hold my head up high, and hit the panel that opens the doors. Music fills up the small hallway I'm standing in, I walk into the very crowded room. I spot Steven and Connie dancing with a multitude of different gems and fusions.

I also see Spinel dancing with Amethyst and a handful of other quartzes, and Pearl talking to Blue and Yellow Pearl. I carefully move towards one of the back corners of the room, once I'm there I look around the room trying to find Yellow, I don't think she's here. I'd would've spotted her by now.

I sadly sigh, guess I'll have to wait for some time. As I wait I eagerly watch the only door that we can fit through, and it hasn't been all bad, a lot of different gems came up to me to say hello and to congratulate me. One gem even brought me a tray of brown and white sweets, which attracted Steven and Connie. They then told me the sweets were called 'chocolate', and I told them I love the really dark ones, which turned out to be dark chocolate.

They did have to take the tray away from me before I ate it all, then the diamond doors opened and I got very excited, but then White Diamond appeared then the doors remained close for quite a while.

She seemed to easily notice my mood and made quickly walked over to me.

"I'm going to assume you're waiting for Yellow?" White rests her back against the wall.

"Well...yeah" I sigh "I wanted to surprise her by putting on the dress from my first ball" when I finished my sentence, White did a double-take on my outfit.

"Oh wow, I didn't even notice" She runs her hand over my covered arm "you still look as beautiful as the day you first put it on"

I blush from the compliment "look, this time I actually put on shoes!" I lift my dress and flaunt my boots.

White laughs "they're not the heels that go with the dress, but those are pretty close".

I let go of my dress "I don't understand how you and Yellow can wear something with heels, I'd trip in them very easily"

"Which is why I let you go barefoot" White smiles warmly.

I smile back. "Anyways, I've really only came to the ball to say hello to every, so after that, I'm probably going to leave" I nod as White pushes herself off of the wall and heads towards Steven and his friends.

I sigh and rest my head against the hard stone wall. I continue to watch the door until Yellow diamond finally walks through it. Happiness builds inside of me as she spots me.

She carefully makes her way across the very crowded ballroom floor, I frown as I notice a few sparks dance across her shoulders and chest.

She finally stops in front of me and sighs "I'm sorry for being so late, as soon as you pushed me out of your room a topaz said there was an emergency, so I had to deal with that, then I got a reminder that the ball has started so I quickly polished my armor and...wait..." Yellow takes a step away from me. A big smile creeps on to my face.

"Is that?" Yellow looks me up and down.

"In fact it is! I did have to make a few adjustments to the dress, but I kept it pretty much the same" I wrap my arms around Yellow, she does the same, she gives me a short but passionate kiss on the lips before she pulls away and leads me towards where everyone is dancing. "C'mon, let's join them."

"Okay, but only for a little bit" I grab her hand and wrap my arm and she twirls me.

We continue to dance for some time before I start to feel sick from all the chocolates, so we say goodbye and thank you to everyone before Yellow whisks me away to my room, where I then have a 'stomach ache' for a few hours.

I painfully groan into my plush pillow, Yellow lovingly rubs my aching pregnant belly.

"Just try to sleep" Yellow kisses my neck.

"C-can't.. hurts too much" I whimper.

"Steven said it'll go away soon, just sleep it off" Yellow slows down, she rubs slow soothing circles.

Unfortunately, her touch is very soothing, I can feel myself growing tired every second.

I let out a long yawn which turns into another groan "mmmm fine, I'll try to sleep, but I'm telling you it's not going to work" I grumble. I tightly close my eyes, trying to get my self to fall asleep.

It eventually works when I finally relax and mumble good night.

"Good night Blue" Yellow places a kiss on my head before I quickly pass out.

Splish

Splash

Sploosh

I'm going to bed, gn

[sugarcookiesandsins]

Summary: Finally you had found your own canvas.  Rating: M Warnings: Sub!TattooArtist!Jung Hoseok, Dom!Reader, cuffs, oral (male receiving), minimal implications of SM, slight edging and orgasm denial, noona kink, worship if you squint really really hard Word Count: 5K+ 

People used to comment that you '"found beauty in interesting places" so perhaps this is the reason you are back. Four days have gone by and yet you still find yourself here at 3 in the afternoon, for no other reason than to simply oogle the workers in this tattoo shop.

Each one seemed to be a marble statue come to life, but the one before you now, seemed to eclipse them all by a mile. The was an inherent wrongness with the clash of ink and humanity in his figure, clothed in both leather and the brightest smile you had ever seen. Maybe it was the way the delicate bloom of sunflowers followed each dip and curve of his veiny neck until it disappeared into his hairline and below his collar bone, the stems peeking out from between the tatters in his grey shirt. You imagined the feeling of running the pads of your fingers down each stalk and tracing the dark color towards whatever ending this took you. The beauty that flowed out of someone who was both a creator and a canvas was too hard to ignore, especially when he moved like water has somehow taken human form. Each bulge of muscle as he prepared the needle and retrieved the proper colors brought the images to life. Along his exposed bicep, ocean waves crashed on beach as a perfect sunset, or was that a sunrise?, set the mood for the stars to come out and dance. On the other forearm, the swooping wings of an eagle seemed to jump out of his skin as he sketched out the design on your friend's back.

You took a moment to silently bless the man lying prone in front of you; without him there was no way that you would have discovered the safe haven that was this tattoo shop, each wall a testament to the people with enough balls to delineate their life on their skin. Locking eyes with Kim Taehyung, you scowled as he wiggled his eyebrows in your direction. As your self-proclaimed best friend, he had pretty quickly locked onto your roaming eyes and took it upon himself to be the unofficial matchmaker between the two of you. Pushing through your polite manners, because you really shouldn’t disturb the artists with your presence, he had brought you back as "company."

When you glared back in indignation, he switched to the most mature of movements with his hips, lightly thrusting upwards with the implication of a really good fuck sewn into each seam of his black jeans. With wide eyes, you glanced at Jung Hoseok to make sure that he hadn't seen the movement, even if he was sure to have heard the squeak of the hinges as Taehyung put weight on the foot rest. Thankfully he seemed too preoccupied with searching the shelf for the red ink to outline the image of a raging inferno slowly burning it's way over Tae's shoulder. It was a beautiful piece; complicated with the variations in tone needed to pull it all together. Observing it from your seat, you could almost feel the heat licking at your face as the artist brought it to life.

With practiced efficiency, you leaned forwards on your knees to observe the process as you had been doing thus far. Hoseok, or Hobi as he had insisted being call, returned with the stained bottle that held the last color. Seeming to have everything he needs, the man started by replacing the gloves he was wearing, the tight snap of the latex on skin sending an electric shock straight to your core. The satin finish of latex always felt amazing against bare skin, the cool feeling never failing to elicit goosebumps as you drag your hand up your partner's leg.

A soft whirring brought you out of your dream as needle was placed to tanned skin, blending together shades of the sun to form the image. The way the ink flowed out and sank into the skin, even the swollen lines rising after, the same reaction that happened when skin met skin. This was the beauty of the human body; it was constant. Whether it be a lover's touch or a violent impact, it still blushed pink and red and swelled, as if wanting to get closer to the source. Even love bites were bruises at their very root, but both can be considered individual reactions when one came from the nip of teeth and the other came from a wayward table.  

"Considering getting a tattoo?" Taehyung seems to have taken Hoseok's advice from the first day and decided to focus on a conversation rather than the sting of the needle moving over his collarbone as the border was traced. His dark eyes were locked on you while the artist himself refused to tear his eyes away from his task, thought you could tell by some intuition that he wasn't completely deaf to your conversation with Taehyung.

"Now?" Shockingly, after getting over your initial surprise at the straightforward question you found yourself slowly accepting the idea. If you wanted to start a new life, might as well go all the way. Your parents were admittedly...conservative to say the least. College was your first taste of freedom and no promises of a cushy job in your dad's company would be enough to drag you back to their front door. Which is why you were halfway across the globe living in a run-down apartment with your best friend as you begin your journey in the business world.

"Why not?" A delicate grin settled itself across your face as you locked eyes with Taehyung, who didn't seem to believe that he'd heard your response correctly. His eyes were wide and remained so as you shrugged noncommittally.

"What would you get and where would you like it?" Hoseok's deep voice cut in, the picture of pure professionalism as he took the opportunity to get more business.

"That's the issue. I just want without knowing what I want."

"That's not exactly a bad thing you know." Taehyung had taken a back seat to the conversation as he gritted his teeth for a particularly rough patch.  You locked eyes with Hoseok. His gaze was smoldering, the black of his iris blending with the ink on his skin, making it difficult to tell where the art ended and he began.

"And why is that?" The tension in the room rose, as you refused to back down from his gaze; he knew exactly what was happening and condoned it.

"Because then someone else can never stop giving."

The moment the door opened, he was all over you, hands tangling themselves in your shirt, causing it bunch up just below your bra. The pads of his thumb met the underwire, rubbing gently the junction of your clothing and your skin. His hand changed direction, seeming to prefer tracing the delicate curves of ink stretching across your rib cage. In the week following Taehyung, you found yourself at the mercy of his hands as he took your skin and painted it with a phoenix.

You remembered the moment he finished as clear as it was yesterday. There was a heavy pause in his studio as he stepped away to admire his work, neck flushed the same red as your skin from the exertion. The sting of the needle was fresh and the skin still tender and sore, but his eyes made you feel exquisite. For the tattoo you had to remove your shirt and bra, but even in your state of undress, you felt safe in his presence. It was a warm-blanket kind of feeling, one that also came with a large sweater and sweats. There was serenity in that moment and having to never feel it again crushed you.

It was then that you obtained his number and decided that enough was enough. You had to either get him in or out of your system, and you were biased to the former. A month later, here you were, pushing the male against your kitchen counter, latching onto the slopes of his neck, laving away at the blossoms that you begun painted on the exposed stems. Above you, Hoseok tilted his head back giving you a direct route to the sunflowers that had caught your eyes on the first day that you had met him. The neckline on his shirt was lower today allowing you to continue to plant flowers on the stalk that spread over his pectorals.

"Oh fuck. What are you doing?" His words were raspy and breathless, the feeling of your lips against his pressure point filling his head with fog. It was a wonder that he was able to get out any words in the first place.

Your response was growled against his skin, but still discernible from the sound of his own heartbeat reverberating in his head."Just signing my very own piece of art." He felt your words more than he heard them, the warm breath of your words reacting against the saliva on his skin; a clash of temperature that went straight into his bloodstream.

After speaking you went back to your appreciating by pushing his wrists lightly against the cool marble, preventing him from running his palms around your waist and down the fabric hugging your hips. He wanted to search for the end of the phoenix. The last feathers were located just above the small of your back, curving around the small dimples that he discovered when placing the design on your skin. A gentle caress was enough to make you squirm, and since that day he had wanted to do nothing more than touch them again.

You knew what he wanted; he had said so himself that day. But you wouldn't let him. He may be the tattooed hunk, but you were the one in control, much too obsessed with feeling his skin under yours and covering those tattoos with your own signature of kisses and bites.

Resisting the tempting expanse of skin for a moment, you pull him towards the hallway and down to your room. Pushing him onto the bed, you take a quick second to lock the door. Thankfully, Taehyung would be out all day on a group project so you had the whole house to yourself.

Hoseok made some grabby hands at you when you passed, eyes lidded in blissful lust at your mussed form. He loved the color of your lips. Normally pink, they had been painted red with rough kisses and nibbling. He got the same feeling he got when he looked on finished tattoos. There was this rudimentary pride he felt know he created whatever image appeared on a client's skin, It was the same. He was the reason for those blushing cheeks and satin lips, even if you were more than a client.

As you walked back towards him from the dresser, he noticed you were hiding something behind your back and before he could ask, you were straddling his waist consuming his thoughts and voice in a bruising kiss. He felt your tongue inside his mouth, exploring every nook and cranny before pulling back to whisper in his ear. Your warm breath on the shell of his ear sent a shiver down his spine that you felt in your own body. Settling more firmly in his lap, you felt his erection through the denim that covered your cunt. Feeling like testing the waters, you ground down, making sure you forced the cloth of your panties to your clit. The rough material of his jeans providing your thighs with the perfect friction.

You moaned in pleasure, nearly abandoning you plans to ride him into next morning. Still, you weren't as lost as you needed to be and just as his breathing started picking up, you stopped. Hoseok whined in annoyance, eyes still closed as if refusing to exit the moment. It was only a taste of what you could give him but Hoseok was already addicted; all he cared about was you.

"Hush baby. It's ok." You tugged lightly on his brown curls to bring him back to the moment. His eyes were dialated, the natural honey color only a thin border at the edges, only a shell of what they used to be. Your body was humming with tension and the sight of his clenched hands had put you more on edge than you were before.

Whispering softly, you made sure that he understood the parameters. You would focus on his pleasure, but you didn't know him well enough to understand his limitations. "Say red if it gets too much." Loosening your grip on his hair, you softly threaded your fingers through the strands, feeling the silk slip between the cracks in your fingers.

He mumbled softly, but you weren't accepting that as an answer. "Getting a little too comfortable aren't we baby boy." Your voice hardened in the next moment. "I expect a clear answer when I speak." You punctuated your words with tugs on his hair, pulling his head back and exposing the sunflowers that littered his neck. He let out a long moan, stimulated by the cool air on the blossoms you had placed with infinite care. Loosening your other hand from around his neck you took his moment of silence in stride. The ink stretched against the veins just beneath them. The opportunity to trace the tattoo with your nail was too delicious to ignore. Making him keen as you manipulated the pressure to bring him back into that head space he seemed to love.

In the next moment, he forced out a "Yes." With his verbal consent you went to work slowly pushing on his shoulders until he was laying chest up on the bed. Crawling off of him, you allowed him to adjust himself into a comfortable position. Once again taking position, on his lap, you immediately secured his wrists to the headboard, making sure with soft murmur that the ties weren't too tight for him. He was squirming with the feel of hands all over his skin. As a tattoo enthusiast, nearly every inch of him was covered in ink and it had left his skin feeling very sensitive. Caressing his arms with feather-light touched sent goosebumps erupting all over as he gasped in surprise.

"Now, you're not allowed to cum until I allow you to." He nodded quickly without considering the repercussions; anything to have more than just your hands or lips on him. With quick movements, you undressed to only your undergarments. There were a new set of red silk that you have saved for special occasions. And with the way his eyes locked on to your tattoo, that was another good decision you had made in your life.

From your position, you freed Hoseok of the confines of his shirt, and pushed it up to bunch around his arms above his head. exposing his pebbled nipples to the cool air. With an awed gaze, you best down to take one into your mouth, Hoseok struggling under you from the stimulation. His nipples had always been very sensitive, one of the reasons he had shied away from piercing them like his friend. A couple grunts escaped as his body bucked to the rhythm of your tongue flicking across the hardened peak. Releasing them with a pop, you sat back to admire the way your saliva glimmered in the lighting, shining metallics across the blush pink of his body.

With your other hand, you reached up and traced the other one, pinching the tip between the pads of your fingers before rubbing the pain away with your thumb. Hoseok continued to twitch under your ministrations, but softer now as if less of a stranger to the feeling. You sat up, admiring the deep pink of his lips. Delicately, you pulled his bottom lip out from under his teeth. "You're such a good little pet for Noona aren't you."

In all honesty, you didn't even know his age in relation to yours, but you didn't care in that moment and neither did he it seems as he fell in line with the title. He nodded briskly, breathing too deep to form a coherent sentence as you raked your curved fingers down his lean stomach, leaving some scratches in the gaps of the tribal designs snaking up over his pelvic bones. Using your thighs to shift lower on the bed, you came face to face with the very large bulge in the front of his jeans. Licking your lips at the sight of his cock straining against the fabric, you hooked a finger on the waistband. "How about a little reward for my good boy, hmm?"

"Please. Plea-." All the breath was stolen from his throat as you allowed a hand to slide under the waistband and find the head of his cock. you stroked the head softly, using only your sense of touch to trace the veins that curved like stems up and down the length. You removed you hand and palmed his erection through the fabric, you felt it twitch under your hand. Quickly, you unzipped the fabric and pulled it off.

Having been relieved of his jeans, Hoseok thrust himself into your palm when you wrapped a hand around his bare length, appreciating the length and girth. Using you other hand, you pressed down on his hips. "Patience baby." You glanced up at his face, noting with satisfaction the pools of water in the corners of his eyes. As this was his first time, it would be understandable that he was not used to the feeling of being played with, as such you decided to go with simpler rules rather than jumping off the deep end with an order like keeping quiet.

With firm pressure on his hips, you stroked him once. It was experimental, just a test to see how he reacted.  It was more expressive than you expected as in the next moment, his control broke and he let out a loud moan, bordering on a scream. "Noona! Please!" It was desperate and emotional, but he had still not obeyed you.

Immediately you snatched your hands away, denying him that feeling he had become addicted to. Your small hands around his length felt too good to be true and the slight pain that came with the way your nails caught on his foreskin reminded him of the way it felt to be tattooed, the intermittent rivulets of pain and pleasure that flowed through his veins.

Pushing yourself forward, you sat on on his hips, feeling the hard length poking at your ass from behind you as it stood ramrod straight with the amount of blood flowing through it. From this vantage point, you could see more of the designs that dipped and ran along the taut muscles, flowing like rivers from one to the next section. They were individual pieces to be sure, but something about the way they were all placed like a jigsaw puzzle brought them together into one image before your eyes. You always thought that tattoos were an insight into a person's soul and this was no different. These images were Jung Hoseok and Jung Hoseok was these images; it would be difficult for you to distinguish. These were his story and that deeper connection that you were craving to have with anyone who saw the world the same way that you did.

You traced the wind ruffles of an eagle as it flew up from his navel towards his head, toward heaven. It was flanked on either side by a tiger and a wolf. This animal was looking to overcome and move on; much in the same way the phoenix was trying to save you. All the animals were the same, even if the soul in each felt different. You and Hoseok were the same, just as much as your tattoos were a reflection of each other.

Following the stalks of the sunflowers up to his downy hairline, you ran your fingers through the stands as you leaned down, capturing him a kiss that your hoped conveyed everything you felt towards him. Smiling softly as you pulled back, you scooted backwards until you felt the head push gently at your core, softly moving your hips back and forth, you allowed his length to be coated in your arousal. Hoseok threw his head back in pleasure, hips pushing up in an attempt to dig deeper into your cunt. He wanted more of that warmth that only you could provide.

"What do you want Hoseok?" You paused, pushing down a little harder with your hips as the head nudged your clit and the rest of the length settled between your pussy lips. "Tell me what you want baby and I’ll give it to you." Again you punctuated each word with pressure from your body, grinding down harder with each syllable.

Hoseok had closed his eyes the first time, much too lost in the way your thighs felt around him and the the walls of your labia curled around his cock. He blearily cracked his eyes open to see you above him, phoenix seeming to glow from the thin layer of sweat that had accumulated over it. It really was a bird of power and it looked alive as your muscles rippled when you moved your hips in time to some melody that only you could hear.

"Noona. I want Noona." His words were rushed and throaty, but you knew what he meant to say. Still you decided it wasn't enough.

"I thought I was the one who wanted." You cracked a smile as you lean forward until all that filled his vision were your eyes and the reflection of his own in them. You didn't seem his face or his body, or even his tattoos. You saw him. His soul, his heart, his dreams, everything that made him more than a mortal form. He felt no fear or apprehension in that moment. Even with his hands tied to the headboard, he felt at peace.

"I want to never stop giving to Noona." His face looked so calm and trusting, despite the sweat on his brow and the way his hair was mussed after twitching under your mouth and hands. Even despite the dark bruises painting his neck that had turned purple with time, he looked angelic.

"Please. Let Hoseok give you what you want." You couldn't deny him that.

Raising you hips, you allowed his cock to stand to full attention beneath you. Slowly lowering your hips, you felt his head nudging at your entrance, muscles twitching in anticipation. As you sank down, Hoseok let out a low groan. He knew that this feeling would go to his head; it would become an addiction. You didn't stop until you were bottomed out and you could feel the head poking at your cervix. Allowing your hips to swivel, a hiss escaped you at the feeling of his cock grinding against you inner walls, the ridged veins prominent against your nerves.

“Shit. That feels amazing.” You couldn't agree more, letting out a mewl at how full you felt. Head thrown back, you moved once again, this time also lifting onto your knees before sinking back down nearly yelling as the head brush against that knot of nerves in your cunt. Still, you were so surprised at the feeling that you fell forward, fingers splayed against his pectorals. The next time you pushed down, your fingers curled against his skin. Hoseok struggled against the bonds on his wrist, wanting nothing more than to grab you by the hips and speed up the whole process. His fingers twitched with the need to feel the silk of your skin bend to his grip as he brought you both to euphoria.

The cuffs on his wrist, began bruising the delicate vine tattoo on his wrist he had gotten in honor of you. You were the orchid that bloomed in every color under the sun, brighter than the world could ever imagine. Still, he paid no attention to it, far too lost in the way your hips sped up, eyes closed as you felt yourself become impatient to reach that precipice you felt had been in your path for the longest time. It was a daunting task to take the plunge but you weren't alone.

When you felt Hoseok twitch inside you, you slowed down, drawing out a frustrated curse from him at being taken so close yet being pulled away. "I hope you haven't forgotten our deal pet." Your pace became painfully slow for Hoseok as he felt his balls clench in helpless need for release. He shook his head rapidly, eyes nearly watering at how simultaneously close and far he felt from his orgasm.

"Please." That seemed to be the only word he knew, repeating it like a mantra. His begging was a prayer and you were the deity who could grant him his wish. The power was heady, but you still weren't finished with him. "Not yet sweetie. You can hold out for Noona can't you?"

He only nodded, realizing that compliance was the only way to be able to get what he wants. He leaned into the palm you placed against his cheek, both surface heated with the lust that ran rampant through every capillary. "Good boy." It was two simple words, but Hoseok relished in the praise, proud that he gave you what you wanted.

You moved back down, focusing on angling your hips so he could hit that delicious spot that made you dizzy with pleasure. Reaching it was no problem for his length, and you focused on taking advantage of the man laying before you. As you moved up and down on his cock, you trailed a hand behind you, grasping both of his balls to fondle them in your palm. They felt heavy in your fingers and from the way Hoseok had his eyes closed again, you felt he was close.

So you stopped.

Again, Hoseok was dragged back from whatever climax was approaching. Your edging was borderline painful and the self control he had to use to keep himself from unloading in your warm pussy wet his cheeks with tears. His eyes flew open in the shock and between incoherent babbles he tried to question your actions. You gently wiped these tears, kissing away the pain and placating him that "your baby would get what he wanted soon."

Hoseok nearly screamed with the frustration of not being able to cum. He was a mess, stuttering and saliva leaking from the corners of his mouth as he begged you for that release you had been edging him towards for what seemed like years. He began praying again for that release, his words were less coherent now, but it's not like it mattered. You had pushed him enough for today.

This time, when you picked up the speed of your thrusts you didn't stop, not when he began pushing back up, driving his cock deeper than before into your weeping pussy, but slamming it against your g-spot with enough force to make stars swim behind your eyes. He approached his climax much more rapidly this time, frustration reaching its limit.

"Let me cum! Please. Please!." His voice was weak, masked by the tears and saliva that ran down his jaw and watered the flowers on his neck. Hoseok was desperate. Ever since the day Taehyung suggested that you get a tattoo, the artist had seen the same thing in you that he had in himself; that need for pure human connection that went past the masks and the first impressions that may or may not be warped with coincidences. Sex was a base human drive. There was no hiding from those motivations that drove to to find pleasure for you and your partner.

"Cum for me."

And you both jumped.

The next morning Hoseok walked into the kitchen in some pajama pants that he borrowed, rubbing lightly the curling lines on his wrist that were shaded purple from the cuffs. The lotion that you had applied soothed the wounds, but the discoloration that bloomed behind the outline of the orchid would be there for the next couple days.

Strolling into the kitchen, he took a moment to appreciate you, standing in only his shirt and that pair of racy lace panties, cooking up some breakfast for the both of you. You were absorbed in your phone, the other hand absentmindedly running a spoon through the hash browns.

Sneaking up behind you, he wrapped his arms around your torso, latching on with his mouth on the curve of your neck. You smiled at the affection and his sleepy form as you placed your phone down, preferring instead to run your hand through his neck.

“Morning baby.” Your voice was soft, still holding onto the seductive warmth of the bedroom. “How are you feeling?” Last night, he remained somewhat conscious only long enough to pull you into his arms after you were done cleaning up. It was a new experience for him, but he didn’t care and he mumbled as much. He enjoyed it to the fullest and even had the gall to let out a cheeky, albeit sleepy, “so is this happening again or..?” before fully slipping away.

He only let out a groan in response and cuddled you tighter, inhaling the scent that was purely you and him combined, and exotic combination that felt needed to be patented and sold as cologne.

Suddenly, he started with the realization that he hadn’t asked you the most important question yet.

“Hey. Um-.” He cut off, not knowing if the title applied outside of the bedroom.

“Anything you want is fine with me. The title is for the bedroom only.” Giggling at the expense of his nerves, you turned back to the stove, reaching slightly to turn off the stove; hash browns didn’t taste too good burnt.

“So um (Y/N). Do you have a favorite tattoo?” You let out a breath that you didn’t know you were holding. Immediately the tone of his voice had made you think that this would be the day that he left your life forever. Not that this question was any less intimidating.

“Yep.”

“Which one?”

“I haven’t given it to you yet.”

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Charlie watched the live security footage from her phone as she laid stretched across her bed, shaking her head as a young woman crawled through the basement window of the mansion. It would have been all too easy to cut her off at the property gate or even at the window, but Charlie was curious. What did she want? What was she trying to do? Charlie watched the woman survey her surroundings completely missing the cameras. She was quiet and moved quickly, thinking she was being stealthy.

The basement was used for storage and each wife along with Erik had boxes of items neatly packed away for one purpose or another. It wasn't a dusty, dank basement by any means. The woman had something small and sharp to cut through the tape and boldly open a medium sized box. Charlie squinted to see whose it was. It was Ryley's and it was full of various gun pieces: mags, bullets, a springs of different sizes. Pushing the box aside, she opened one that was marked Bastion. There were a few old designer dresses Charlie recognized. Bast hadn't worn them in almost a year and if they went missing she wouldn't even notice. They were supposed to go to charity, Charlie recalled. They'd all forgotten. The woman held a Carolina Herrera dress up to her body and twirled like Cinderella. Charlie half expected the strange woman to leave after that, but she didn't. She left the basement and krept her way upstairs. Charlie tracked her through the cameras, her Good Luck Charlie mug full of masala chai in hand. This was getting interesting. She texted Ryley, the only other person who was home.. Aly'sha didn't count, she was sleep and practically dead to the world.

'You seeing this?'

'Hell yeah. Who the hell is this bold?' Ryley responded instantly.

'Should we go down there?' Charlie asked. The woman snatched an ombre sienna and amber candle from a fall display and she seemed to be tickled pink, her honey complexion heating. She really likes candles, Charlie thought.

'Nah, let's watch to see what she does,' Ryley responded. Again, the woman crept quietly upstairs and Charlie braced herself to come face to face with the intruder. With another warm sip of tea she watched the woman disappear into Angel's room. Unfortunately, there were no cameras there. That would've been too invasive. Charlie stepped into the hall spotting Ryley's head peeping from her door. Silently, they padded to Angel's room and peered into the room, staying low. The woman was searching through drawers and just as Charlie was about to speak up, she did something odd. She grabbed a lighter and lit all twenty of Angel's elegant white Mariah Carey candles. Ryley gaped, her eyes and mouth wide as the woman began to strip down to her cream colored bra and panties. "What the fuck," she mouthed. Charlie shrugged, just as thrown.

The woman put on a necklace Angel had left on her dresser and admired her own reflection. It was a dainty chain but the pendant was diamond and pearl. She definitely couldn't leave with that. She picked up two of the fat candles and what she did next made Charlie and Ryley look at each other and giggle silently. She poured the candlewax onto her chest, letting it trickle down and harden. Her small fingers traced the trail of stiffened white wax glued to her skin. It was like she was entranced.

"Waxplay," Ryley mouthed. They watched her repeat the process multiple times before footsteps could be heard downstairs. Checking the camera, Charlie saw that it was Angel. She decided to send a text.

'Sis, step quietly. There's a stranger in the house and she doesn't know we're here. We're watching her now.'

'Where ya'll at, I wanna watch,' Angel replied. In under a minute she was on the stairs. Her eyebrows cranked up in shock as she silently marched down the hall and to her room where Charlie and Ryley crouched. Looking inside, she saw the nearly naked woman getting her rocks off to the candlewax and almost sat back to watch until she noticed that the woman was wearing the necklace Erik had gifted her for Valentine's Day.

"Oh hell nah," she yelled causing the woman to jump in alarm. "Who da hell are you and why you got on my necklace? That's not okay! Take it off!"

The woman immediately fumbled to take off the necklace and place it back where she found it but she still had candlewax all over her titties. Charlie had to laugh. "Um, Miss.. Are you okay?"

The woman reddened, her greenish eyes sparkling. Eventually she recovered her speaking ability. "Uhh, yeah..," she waved, "Hi guys! I'm Kristina." Her childlike grin was nervous and betrayed the fact that she knew she was wrong. It was obviously an awkward situation. "...Uhuh...," Charlie smirked.

---

One hour later Kristina was fully clothed and baking a sweet potato pie in the kitchen like a happy homemaker while the wives discussed what to do with her.

"She found her way here, let her stay. Why not? She's harmless. We have the space. Besides.. she bakes," Charlie offered.

"Eh," Angel was conflicted. "She's a thief. I'm not sure that will fly with the rest of the Kompound. It's not solely up to us. Besides, Henny would catch a fit."

"I'M a thief. ERIK is a thief," Ryley stressed. "They'll get used to it. She's so cute and I like her. She's bold like us," she enthused.

"Perhaps," Angel said bringing the discussion to rest for the time being.

"Ladies," Kristina called from the kitchen excitedly. The trio followed their noses to meet her in the expansive kitchen. Not only had she made a pie, but she'd fried chicken and made a restaurant quality shrimp and pasta dish. Charlie faced Angel, a pleading look on her face. Angel knew exactly what it meant. Charlie wanted Kristina to stay. Again though, it wasn't completely up to them. The house had to agree.

---

Kristina sat in the middle of the living room surrounded by the judging and assessing stares of the wives. They interrogated her until she was lost for words, unsure of whether her answers were helping or hurting her case. She wanted to stay. It was an aesthetically beautiful home full of aesthetically beautiful people. She'd never seen so many beautiful women in one home to say they weren't in a sorority.

"So you knew this was the Udaku-Stevens house and you still broke in.. and not only did you break in, you stole," Bastion questioned, her sweet eyes narrowed.

"I didn't think you guys would miss it," Kristina said simply, "...Sorry. I gave it back."

The questions continued to fly and finally it was time to take a poll. "All in favor of keeping her, say YES," Kimora yelled. It was a split decision. Charlie, Ryley, Homie, and Poosy raised their hands. Hesitantly, Kimora raised hers.

"That's the majority," Kimora said. Hennessy turned back to Kristina who waited patiently. "Okay. You can stay. But I promise if you so much as TOUCH our husband..." The sentence didn't need to be completed for Kristina to get the point. She nodded enthusiastically. "Dont worry," she assured, "I have eyes for a completely different man." Hennessy nodded, convinced. Afterall, not only could Kristina throw down in the kitchen and handle all of their intense personalities... but she was also incredibly easy on the eyes.

---

"Kristina," Hennessy paused in the middle of showing the woman around one of the guestrooms. The room would become her room from that point on to decorate and design how she wished. "..What's your sexual orientation?" Immediately Kristina's face heated.

"Well, I'm definitely not straight although I love men. Men are my preference, but I do bend if you know what I mean..."

"Good to know," Hennessy grinned impishly. She was already plotting Kristina's seduction. With a flirtatious bite to her lip, she twirled a piece of her long curly hair and backed out of the room. By the end of the month, she'd have Kristina laid out and moaning beneath her, she was convinced. "Erik said no side niggas..," she grinned on the way to Bastion's room. She needed to clue someone into her plan. "He never said no sidechicks..."

"What the hell is Henny doing," Charlie smirked from her room. She was still watching the camera feed of the hall, distracted from typing her client notes. Henny looked very suspicious.

'You catch what I just caught,' Ryley texted. Charlie's smirk turned into a full-blown grin.

'Henny up to something. I wanna know what,' Charlie responded.

'Way ahead of you,' Ryley texted.

To be continued.

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The Fashion Girls Guide To Flaunt Your Figure

The times have really changed when it comes to the acceptance of your body type. The current scenario is all about accepting and loving your body irrespective of its size and shape.

Then why is it that many of us are still unhappy with the way our body looks? It is a good thing that the cruel and unnecessary beauty standards for women are finally facing criticism. Although the progress in this regard is rather slow, we are finally able to live our lives on our terms in all aspects.

Well, it is tough to toss out such beauty standards from our minds that have been around for ages. The first step towards acceptance of your body shape is all about fashion.

Yes, you read it right, fashion! Wearing the right clothes for body type and footwear can totally change the way you look. So, keep on reading this article and discover your body type and a few fashion tricks that will make your body look better than ever.

Find out your body type

One of the most fundamental points of wearing the right clothes is the identification of your body shape to enhance the body shape.

Knowing the shape of your body will help you select your dresses for body type. For instance, a piece of clothing specifically made to fit a particular type of body shape will not fit different body shapes.

Invest in a good bra suitable for your body shape

Wearing the right type of bra has a lot of impact on how our body looks visually.

Here is a guide that will give you ladies the information regarding which type of bra is suitable for your body type.

Ladies who have the hourglass body shape should wear full cup bras, half cup bras, balconette bras, plunge bras to compliment the beauty of the large busts. Padded bras are a big no for those who have hourglass body shape; it will only give you a bulky look.

Ladies with the pear-shaped or triangular body shape having small breasts should go for balconettes, push up bras, and padded bras to enhance the busts.

For those who have apple-shaped body shape with large breasts should opt for a full cup bra and a minimizer bra if necessary. Padded bras, pushup bras, strapless bras are a big no-no in this case.

Apart from these, to find out what type of bras is suitable for other body shapes, click here for more.

Choosing the perfect neckline for your outfit

We ladies barely pay some attention to the importance of necklines when we choose our outfits.

The neckline designs that go best with pear-shaped body shape are boat neck, collared neck, off the shoulder.

Ladies who have large breasts in comparison to their hips should opt for tops with wrap style, V-neck, collars with buttoned style.

For those who have a rectangular body shape where, the measurements of bust, waist, and hips are the same, or almost the same should go for scoop necks, choose clothing that fits around the waist, to enhance the body shape, and wrap style tops.

Ladies with the hourglass body shape are somehow the luckiest, at least, that is how I feel as they can choose almost any type of neckline to wear.

Choosing the perfect pair of jeans for your body type

Scrolling through my social media feed often raises a question in my mind, how do some girls with heavier bodies look amazing when it comes to fashion. Upon researching and after careful observations, I came to a conclusion, they carefully choose what to wear.

For instance, wearing low waist jeans is not recommended in case you have lower belly fat that is pretty significant. Opt for mid-waist or high waist in this case that will look much better. Moreover, always choose jeans with dark colors, preferably black, that further hide unwanted fat.

One of the most commonly known tricks to look slimmer with jeans for the ladies who have heavy thighs is to wear boot cut jeans or flared jeans.

For those who have a small waist with big butts should opt for a low waist and boot cut jeans to make your body look better.

If you have a rectangular body shape or banana-shaped body, opt for skinny jeans and boxy boyfriend jeans to enhance your body shape.

Choosing the prints of your outfits

Girls who have heavy bodies should wear medium to large size prints, and small prints are a big no for you.

Moreover, if you have a love for stripes, choose those with vertical patterns and avoid the horizontal ones.

Slimmer girls should opt to wear small to medium-sized prints.

Picking the colors of your outfits, one of the most useful tricks to look slimmer you will ever find

Have you ever felt that wearing outfits of a particular color makes you look fat, but you are not? The fact is wearing the right clothes with the right colors can either make you look slimmer or complement your natural body shape.

Point to remember:

Thin or slim body — wearing black and dark colors will make you look more slimmer, so go for lighter shades of colors.

Girls with heavy bodies — should go for dark-colored clothing and avoid lighter shades such as beige, nude, whites.

Picking the right footwear as well matters a lot for your body type

When it comes to picking shoes, we ladies mostly follow our hearts. What we do is, we match our footwear with our outfit, which is indeed an important thing to do.

But, when we choose the correct footwear as per our body type, wearing it will only make us look much better.

If you have a rectangular-shaped body type or banana-shaped body type, wearing rounded ballerinas, strappy sandals, t-strap heels will do the magic.

Ladies who have a curvy body with heavy thighs (hourglass body) can opt for wedge heels, peep-toe heels, or rounded shoes as well.

For those with apple-shaped bodies can wear long boots, platform or wedge sandals as well.

For the ladies who have pear-shaped bodies, open-toe wedges and high thigh boots are your best bet.

So, these are a few dress styles for body types that will help you surely to look better than you are already. We ladies often give a lot of thought to how to dress to look good, don’t we? Some of these may not match with your tastes, but you can try them out and see if it works out.

Also read: Lingerie Hacks 101: Bra Hacks Every Girl Should Know About

Regardless of this, my take on accepting your natural body type is a good thing unless and until it possesses a threat to your health.

Although the notion of body positivity is necessary, at the same time, the importance of keeping our body fit and healthy as much as possible is equally important.

So, along with slowly accepting the way your body looks, adopting a healthier lifestyle is necessary.

Take care♥

[angelavengedinspo-blog]

“What?” Disbelief made Jace feel slightly dizzy. “I thought you came down right on the side of go directly to jail, do not pass Go, do not collect two hundred dollars. ‘The Law is the Law, Isabelle.’ What was all that you were spouting?” Alec looked astonished. “You can’t have thought I meant that. I just wanted the Inquisitor to trust me so she wouldn’t be watching me all the time like she’s watching Izzy and Max. She knows they’re on your side.” “And you? Are you on my side?” Jace could hear the roughness in his own question and was almost overwhelmed by how much the answer meant to him. “I’m with you,” Alec said, “always.”

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“I am.” Jace took a bite of the apple; juice ran down his hands and sizzled in the blue flames that cuffed his wrists. “Did you text Clary?” “No. Isabelle won’t let me into her room. She just throws things against the door and screams. She said if I came in she’d jump out the window. She’d do it too.” “Probably.” “I get the feeling,” Alec said, and smiled, “she hasn’t forgiven me for betraying you, as she sees it.” “Good girl,” said Jace with appreciation. “I didn’t betray you, idiot.” “It’s the thought that counts.”

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“Isabelle!” Alec pounded on his sister’s door. “Isabelle, open the door. I know you’re in there.” The door opened a crack. Alec tried to peer through it, but no one appeared to be on the other side. “She doesn’t want to talk to you,” said a well-known voice. Alec glanced down and saw gray eyes glaring at him from behind a bent pair of spectacles. “Max,” he said. “Come on, little brother, let me in.” “I don’t want to talk to you either.” Max started to push the door shut, but Alec, quick as a flick of Isabelle’s whip, wedged his foot into the gap. “Don’t make me knock you over, Max.” “You wouldn’t.” Max pushed back with all his might. “No, but I might go get our parents, and I have a feeling Isabelle doesn’t want that. Do you, Izzy?” he demanded, pitching his voice loud enough for his sister, inside the room, to hear. “Oh, for God’s sake.” Isabelle sounded furious. “All right, Max. Let him in.” Max stepped away and Alec pushed his way in, letting the door swing half-shut behind him. Isabelle was kneeling in the embrasure of the window beside her bed, her gold whip coiled around her left arm. She was wearing her hunting gear, the tough black trousers and skintight shirt with their silvery, near-invisible design of runes. Her boots were buckled up to her knees and her black hair whipped in the breeze from the open window. She glared at him, reminding him for a moment of nothing more than Hugo, Hodge’s black raven. “What the hell are you doing? Trying to get yourself killed?” he demanded, striding furiously across the room toward his sister. Her whip snaked out, coiling around his ankles. Alec stopped dead, knowing that with a single flick of her wrist Isabelle could jerk him off his feet and land him in a trussed bundle on the hardwood floor. “Don’t come any closer to me, Alexander Lightwood,” she said in her angriest voice. “I’m not feeling very charitable toward you at the moment.” “Isabelle—” “How could you just turn on Jace like that? After all he’s been through? And you swore that oath to watch out for each other too—” “Not,” he reminded her, “if it meant breaking the Law.” “The Law!” Isabelle snapped in disgust. “There’s a higher law than the Clave, Alec. The law of family. Jace is your family.” “The law of family? I’ve never heard of that before,” Alec said, nettled. He knew he ought to be defending himself, but it was hard not to be distracted by the lifelong habit of correcting one’s younger siblings when they were wrong. “Could that be because you just made it up?” Isabelle flicked her wrist. Alec felt his feet go out from under him and twisted to absorb the impact of falling with his hands and wrists. He landed, rolled onto his back, and looked up to see Isabelle looming over him. Max was beside her. “What should we do with him, Maxwell?” Isabelle asked. “Leave him tied up here for the parents to find?” Alec had had enough. He whipped a blade from the sheath at his wrist, twisted, and slashed it through the whip around his ankles. The electrum wire parted with a snap and he sprang to his feet as Isabelle drew her arm back, the wire hissing around her. A low chuckle broke the tension. “All right, all right, you’ve tortured him enough. I’m here.” Isabelle’s eyes flew wide. “Jace!” “The same.” Jace ducked into Isabelle’s room, shutting the door behind him. “No need for the two of you to fight—” He winced as Max careened into him, yelping his name. “Careful there,” he said, gently disentangling the boy. “I’m not in the best shape right now.” “I can see that,” Isabelle said, her eyes raking him anxiously. His wrists were bloody, his fair hair was plastered sweatily to his neck and forehead, and his face and hands were stained with dirt and ichor. “Did the Inquisitor hurt you?” “Not too badly.” Jace’s eyes met Alec’s across the room. “She just locked me up in the weapons gallery. Alec helped me get out.” The whip drooped in Isabelle’s hand like a flower. “Alec, is that true?” “Yes.” Alec brushed dust from the floor off his clothes with deliberate ostentation. He couldn’t resist adding: “So there.” “Well, you should have said.” “And you should have had some faith in me—” “Enough. There’s no time for bickering,” Jace said. “Isabelle, what kind of weapons do you have in here? And bandages, any bandages?” “Bandages?” Isabelle set her whip down and took her stele out of a drawer. “I can fix you up with an iratze—” Jace raised his wrists. “An iratze would be good for my bruises, but it won’t help these. These are rune burns.” They looked even worse in the bright light of Isabelle’s room—the circular scars were black and cracked in places, oozing blood and clear fluid. He lowered his hands as Isabelle paled. “And I’ll need some weapons, too, before I—” “Bandages first. Weapons later.” She set her stele down on top of the dresser and herded Jace into the bathroom with a basketful of ointments, gauze pads, and bandage strips. Alec watched them through the half-open door, Jace leaning against the sink as his adoptive sister sponged his wrists and wrapped them in white gauze. “Okay, now take your shirt off.” “I knew there was something in this for you.” Jace slid off his jacket and drew his T-shirt over his head, wincing. His skin was pale gold, layered over hard muscle. Black ink Marks twined his slim arms. A mundane might have thought the white scars that snowflaked Jace’s skin, remnants of old runes, made him less than perfect, but Alec didn’t. They all had those scars; they were badges of honor, not flaws. Jace, seeing Alec watching him through the half-open door, said, “Alec, can you get the phone?” “It’s on the dresser.” Isabelle didn’t look up. She and Jace were conversing in low tones; Alec couldn’t hear them, but suspected this was because they were trying not to scare Max. Alec looked. “It’s not on the dresser.” Isabelle, tracing an iratze on Jace’s back, swore in annoyance. “Oh, hell. I left my phone in the kitchen. Crap. I don’t want to go looking for it in case the Inquisitor’s around.” “I’ll get it,” Max offered. “She doesn’t care about me, I’m too young.” “I suppose.” Isabelle sounded reluctant. “What do you need the phone for, Alec?” “We just need it,” Alec said impatiently. “Izzy—” “If you’re texting Magnus to say ‘I think u r kewl,’ I’m going to kill you.” “Who’s Magnus?” Max inquired. “He’s a warlock,” said Alec. “A sexy, sexy warlock,” Isabelle told Max, ignoring Alec’s look of total fury. “But warlocks are bad,” protested Max, looking baffled. “Exactly,” said Isabelle. “I don’t understand,” said Max. “But I’m going to get the phone. I’ll be right back.” He slipped out the door as Jace pulled his shirt and jacket back on and came back into the bedroom, where he commenced looking for weapons in the piles of Isabelle’s belongings that were strewn around the floor. Isabelle followed him, shaking her head. “What’s the plan now? Are we all leaving? The Inquisitor’s going to freak when she finds out you’re not there anymore.” “Not as much as she’ll freak when Valentine turns her down.” Tersely, Jace outlined the Inquisitor’s plan. “The only problem is, he’ll never go for it.” “The—the only problem?” Isabelle was so furious she was almost stuttering, something she hadn’t done since she was six. “She can’t do that! She can’t just trade you away to a psychopath! You’re a member of the Clave! You’re our brother!” “The Inquisitor doesn’t think so.” “I don’t care what she thinks. She’s a hideous bitch and she has got to be stopped.” “Once she finds out her plan is seriously flawed, she might be able to be talked down,” Jace observed. “But I’m not sticking around to find out. I’m getting out of here.” “It’s not going to be easy,” Alec said. “The Inquisitor’s got this place locked up tighter than a pentagram. You know there are guards downstairs? She’s called in half the Conclave.” “She must think highly of me,” said Jace, tossing aside a pile of magazines. “Maybe she’s not wrong.” Isabelle looked at him thoughtfully. “Did you seriously jump thirty feet out of a Malachi Configuration? Did he, Alec?” “He did,” Alec confirmed. “I’ve never seen anything like it.” “I’ve never seen anything like this.” Jace lifted a ten-inch dagger from the floor. One of Isabelle’s pink brassieres was speared on the wickedly sharp tip. Isabelle snatched it off, scowling. “That’s not the point. How did you do it? Do you know?” “I jumped.” Jace pulled two razor-edged spinning disks out from under the bed. They were covered in gray cat hair. He blew on them, scattering fur. “Chakhrams. Cool. Especially if I meet any demons with serious dander allergies.” Isabelle thwacked him with the bra. “You’re not answering me!” “Because I don’t know, Izzy.” Jace scrambled to his feet. “Maybe the Seelie Queen was right. Maybe I have powers I don’t even know about because I’ve never tested them. Clary certainly does.” Isabelle wrinkled her forehead. “She does?” Alec’s eyes widened suddenly. “Jace—is that vampire cycle of yours still up on the roof?” “Possibly. But it’s daylight, so it’s not much use.” “Besides,” Isabelle pointed out, “we can’t all fit on it.” Jace slid the chakhrams onto his belt, along with the ten-inch dagger. Several angel blades went into his jacket pockets. “That doesn’t matter,” he said. “You’re not coming with me.” Isabelle spluttered. “What do you mean, we’re not—” She broke off as Max returned, out of breath and clutching her battered pink phone. “Max, you’re a hero.” She snatched the phone from him, shooting a glare at Jace. “I’ll get back to you in a minute. Meanwhile, who are we calling? Clary?” “I’ll call her—,” Alec began. “No.” Isabelle batted his hand away. “She likes me better.” She was already dialing; she stuck her tongue out as she held the phone up to her ear. “Clary? It’s Isabelle. I—What?” The color in her face vanished as if it had been wiped away, leaving her gray and staring. “How is that possible? But why—” “How is what possible?” Jace was at her side in two strides. “Isabelle, what’s happened? Is Clary—” Isabelle drew the phone away from her ear, her knuckles white. “It’s Valentine. He’s taken Simon and Maia. He’s going to use them to perform the Ritual.” In one smooth motion, Jace reached over and plucked the phone out of Isabelle’s hand. He put it to his ear. “Drive to the Institute,” he said. “Don’t come in. Wait for me. I’ll meet you outside.” He snapped the phone shut and handed it to Alec. “Call Magnus,” he said. “Tell him to meet us down by the waterfront in Brooklyn. He can pick the place, but it should be somewhere deserted. We’re going to need his help getting to Valentine’s ship.” “We?” Isabelle perked up visibly. “Magnus, Luke, and myself,” Jace clarified. “You two are staying here and dealing with the Inquisitor for me. When Valentine doesn’t come through with his part of her deal, you’re the ones who are going to have to convince her to send all the backup the Conclave has got after Valentine.” “I don’t get it,” Alec said. “How do you plan to get out of here in the first place?” Jace grinned. “Watch,” he said, and jumped up onto Isabelle’s windowsill. Isabelle cried out, but Jace was already ducking through the window opening. He balanced for a moment on the sill outside—and then he was gone. Alec raced to the window and stared out in horror, but there was nothing to see: just the garden of the Institute far below, brown and empty, and the narrow path that led up to the front door. There were no screaming pedestrians on Ninety-sixth Street, no cars pulled over at the sight of a falling body. It was as if Jace had vanished into thin air.

[meshugana1]

A girl tries to lose weight only to find it going to her feet?

Madison felt the rough pad of the scale on her sole’s and curled her toes. Her scale had been steadily climbing up over the past few weeks and for the life of her, she couldn’t explain it. She remembered how she would go for a run almost every morning and thought about the health-conscious cookbooks that lined her kitchen, then she looked to her stomach and saw the undeniable flab she had been developing and blinked back tears. She ran her hands all across her naked flesh, still warm and slick from her shower. Her lean muscles had been overtaken by fat tissue and felt like marshmallows. Her stomach jutted out nearly six inches and was so close to occurring her feet from her. Her thigh gap was now totally nonexistent and she could feel the friction they produced as she walked like a phantom that wouldn’t give her peace. The worst though was what her weight gain did to her sweet tits and her succulent bottom. She was no stripper before but she had beautiful perky knockers that men drooled over and an ass that, on one occasion, literally stopped traffic. Now her tits were huge and wobbly and her ass felt like it threatened to drag on the floor.

   It was a chore to get dressed these days and Madison refused to get new clothes, insisting that she would soon be able to fit them again. She chose a simple black shirt for today, she would be able to wear her grey scarf with it, it fought her and refused to cover her small belly completely but with some careful tucking and sucking, she managed it. She didn’t want to risk some of her more extravagant underwear and chose a simple pair of cotton panties that her ass swallowed, making it into a thong. She didn’t even bother with a bra. She grabbed a pair of her stretchiest yoga pants and slid them up her fluffy legs, stretching the fabric around her ass and releasing them with a loud thwack! against her skin. The last was the only thing that still truly fit her body and she chose her best shoe, a black leather strappy high heel that allowed her feet to breath and displayed the bright red nail polish she used every day. She dared not look in the mirror as she left and departed to her doctors’ appointment, silently praying that they could find an answer for her recent weight gain and better yet, give her a solution.

   “Ms. Castillo? The doctor will see you now,” the nurse had said. Madison had been waiting in the plainly decorated room for what felt like hours, her stomach had started rumbling and crying out for nourishment in that time and she was desperate not to take a quick trek to the vending machines in the hallway. She followed the young redhead into a smaller room with the standard posters on the wall of obesity progression and various types of cancer. She barely sat down before an older man stepped inside he had dark skin and grey streaks in his hair. “Good morning, Madison correct? I’m Dr. Garcia,” he extended his hand and gently shook hers. “Well I’ve had a look at your chart and you seem to be in about losing weight, correct?”“Yeah, I just can’t seem to get rid of this fluff like I normally do,” she said.“Well, that’s not a huge surprise. We get a lot of people in this time of year, they overindulge over the holidays and find themselves growing a spare tire. Anyway, I think you might be a perfect candidate for this new weight loss drug that’s being tested right now,” He reached into his coat and produced a bottle of pink pills, “These are called Soplazarin, developed in a lab in Texas, these babies are designed to actually liquidize the fat cells in your body making them easier to process and dispose of. All you need to do is fill out some forms and in a week you could be back to your old self.”

   Madison needed no further convincing she scrawled her name across all the pages of the absurdly long contract and was barely paying attention as Dr. Garcia told her the dosage and any possible side effects, all she focused on was the thought of her sexy old physique and that she wouldn’t even have to work for it. He didn’t say a word about drowsiness so Madison didn’t even wait till she reached her car before she popped three of the tablets into her mouth. Doctors always tell you to take less than you really should and she wasn’t about to spend a second longer than she needed to as a lard ass. She crossed the threshold of her home an hour later and popper another three into her mouth, she eagerly anticipated results and stripped naked as she nearly skipped to the bathroom. She carefully examined herself in the mirror but didn’t see any immediate changes. She was a bit disappointed, he had talked them up so much. She remembered that he said they were still testing them, she must’ve been put in a control group or something. He probably gave her some sugar pills, like more sugar is what she needed. Dejectedly, she turned and left the bathroom, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment at her unbridled excitement. She felt a pang in her tummy and decided that today was a pizza day, digging her phone from her pocket, her brow knitted trying tithing of the best place nearby to order from when another, sharper pang hit her.

   She held her potbelly and winced at the sudden cramp, she thought that she might have a kidney stone form how much is hurt, but it was all over her. Then suddenly the pain just faded away like it never happened. She ran her hands all over her body trying to make sure she wasn’t hurt anywhere when she felt her whole body grow warm. Her face flushed and it felt like she was in a sauna. Beads of sweat covered her and for a moment she thought to call a doctor, but just like before it subsided, though she was still very warm. She nearly panicked when she looked at her flabby arm and saw that it was shrinking. She grabbed it and actually felt the flesh pull away from her hands she ran to her mirror again and squealed with joy. Just as the doctor said her fat was just melting away. Her cheeks became flat and sleek, her breasts shrank down to their former perkiness and she could feel the fat leave her arms in the most bizarre sensation.

   It was like all her blood started flowing in reverse as the fat cells just flowed down. Her tummy was much more distended and she felt as though she cleared out a buffet. All the fat must’ve gone to my stomach, she thought. However, as she looked at her bloated belly it also began to shrink and she could feel the flow continue down her body. If it wasn’t stopping at her stomach where was it going? She soon had an answer as her thigh gap returned and she felt her ankles swell and her feet grow tight in her skin.

   She was shocked to see her cute, petite little toes grow and swell with all the weight she just melted off. She lifted one foot off the ground with great effort and examined it. It was extremely heavy and swollen, as she held it she could feel the liquid fat in her foot slosh around and compress against her hand as it continued to grow. She dropped the heavy appendage and is slapped onto the ground, sending shudders through her body as new, sensitive skin formed to compensate for the mass in her feet. She heard a crack and watched as her toes grew out and matched her developing flesh, her foot still maintaining its shape somehow. This had to be the pills, she thought. She tried to turn and search her clothing for the bottle but tripped over her rapidly growing feet. Her spine tingled as the sensitive things twisted into the floor and rubbed all over each other. Her hands dug into her palms as her eyes tilted into her head, the new feelings coming from her feet overwhelming her. Her knees were at a ninety-degree angle as the laid on the floor and she could still touch her new toes to the floor, each time she did any worry about her feet or other possible side effects were pushed out of her mind as a tidal wave of tingles overwhelmed her. Her huge feet were nearly three feet long and almost half a foot wide, but at the moment all Madison could focus on was the insane feelings her new feet filled her with as she rubbed them against each other.

The end. Hope I didn’t mess this up too bad for Y’all!

[archerwindsor]

Holiday Gift Guide 2020

Holiday gift guide

Strap in. It’s the holidays—and that means it’s time to get our shopping on! If you’re like most of us, we always seem to run out of time to get it all done. Did you just say, “A little help here?” We think you did. And we heard you loud and clear! Girl, this year, we’ve done all the – ahem — leg work for you with our quintessential holiday gift guide that has something for everyone on your list. And guess what, they’re almost all under $50 (Hey, we know everyone is all about the ‘peace and joy’ until their next credit card statement arrives). So, all that shopping stress? Relax. NBD.

Honestly, sometimes less expensive gifts are harder to find. I mean, we don’t want to be all scrooge-y with our friends – we’re just trying to stick to a budget and spread joy. So don’t even think about re-gifting elves on shelves, ugly sweaters or years-old fruitcake this year. Our LSF holiday gift guide includes all our faves in Fitness, Nutrition and Self Care. Your friends and family will love these gems — and because they are so awesome, no one will guess the (oh, so affordable) price tag! And that means we get to give you the gift of confidence!   

FITNESS Under $50

LSF Foam Roller

We’ve been flexing on our LSF 2-in-1 Foam Roller a lot lately, and for good reason! Foam rolling is one of the best ways to maximize workout efforts and reenergize your muscles. The marble design on our roller is kinda dreamy and its multi-zone outer and soft inner layers will def improve post-workout recovery time. When you can give a roller that’s this insanely cute and effective, I mean, c’mon. What elf can you ask for?

Shorts + Tank Workout Sets

OK, so cute. They’ll step into this two-piece bra and workout short set and be prepared for their best work out in 5-ever! The stylish padded bra is both comfy and supportive, and the shorts are super flattering for any shape. We love the stretchy material because it controls our tummy and lifts our booty while we sleigh it!

LSF Heart Hoodie

Cozy, soft, and super chic.  This must-give cropped hoody is so on-trend, they’ll look fabulously hip while trimming the tree or playing Reindeer Hat Horseshoe. Made from high-quality combed & ring-spun cotton and poly fleece, this neutral-colored crop hoodie is cut longer than most and so versatile! We promise it will look ah-mazing with anything they pair with it. Oh, and best of all, it features our LSF heart logo, so every time they wear it, they’ll be reminded how much you love them. Awe!

Pants + Longsleeve Workout Sets

Even though the weather has taken a less than balmy turn, we’re all still waking up to crush those early morning workouts. With this lightweight long-sleeved compression workout set, they can kiss Jack Frost buh-bye.  The material is breathable and comfy, and the fit is so fire. Let’s just say it hugs all the right places. Yasss! They’ll thank you with a high-five and a warm-yet-bewitching smile.  

Step up box

You know they’re on your list.  Those friends who claim they can’t get past the infamous fitness “plateau.” Well, you can really help them step up their workouts by giving them a fitness box they can add to their regime. Step up boxes will work every inch of their legs and build stability, strength, and coordination!  This one’s really sturdy (there’s like a lot of steel and wood holding this bad boy together) and features a rubber top, so it’s super stable and there’s no fear of slippage! With this added oomph to their workout, they’ll crank through to the next level of fitness in no time!

Posture Corrector 

Serious. We’re kind of obsessed with this gift because of the 10,000 hours every dang day we are hunched over our computers working (except when we’re working out, of course). After a while, our shoulders droop and we get all hump back-y. We love this adjustable posture corrector gizmo because well, first of all, it’s pink.  And secondly, for a contraption, it’s super incognito and easy to wear. It fits under your clothes so no one will be the wiser as they secretly improve problems such as scoliosis, spinal side bend, lumbago, and just plain ol’ back pain. So be a hero to your co-workers who are always griping about their aching backs on Zoom calls and give them the gift of relief!

Ankle Weights

We know. Some peeps in your tribe think these are so extra. But these one-pound ankle and wrist weight sets on our holiday gift guide could be a game-changer for their fitness journey. Available in pink or blue, they are super styling with a soft silicone, skin-friendly texture. But most importantly, they increase exercise intensity (and badassery) while burning fat and building a cray amount of muscle strength and endurance. They also can be majorly beneficial for those whose fitness regiment consists of a simple daily walk.

NUTRITION Under $50 

Uniquely You!

We could all use a good detox every now and then, especially coming out of the holidays. This gift of gluten-free Uniquely You! Daily Wellness Gummies supplements will give your loved ones the little extra push they need to stay healthy and help rid their bods of all that gook they ingested during the holidays. Chew on, my queens. Chew on.

Instantpot

Ah, the world of Instantpot-ting. If you aren’t yet familiar with the Instantpot, it’s a multi-purpose, customizable cooking machine with a cult-like following!  This magical pressure cooker-slash-steamer-slash-slow cooker will allow friends and family to whip up an endless array of simple healthy recipes, like yogurt, rice, pasta, soups, chicken, overnight oatmeal, steamed veggies… I mean, we can go on infinitum. The point is, this is an appliance worth giving (and getting if you still don’t have one!), and you’ll likely get invited to dinner that will be absolutely delish.

Holiday Survival Guide

It’s beginning to look a lot like… a big hot mess. Our Holiday Survival Guide is the perfect present for your friends who have a hard time doing Christmas: their tree lights are tangled, the stockings have gone missing, the dog ate the pfeffernusse, and all they really want is to do is yell, “Bah humbug.” Welp, it’s time to spark the joy again. With 62 pages of décor tips, healthy recipes, workouts, checklists, relaxation essentials, and much more, our LSF Holiday Survival Guide will help them let go of their holiday stress and get back on track in no time. We give a resounding holly jolly to that!

Storage Canisters (come in colors or white!)

It’s been a minute since we’ve been this excited about storage canisters. But these handy-dandy ceramic containers are soooo pretty that they landed a coveted position on our holiday gift guide!  Bam! We love the color selection on these beauties – white or muted green, dusty rose, and slate gray. The lids are acacia wood, making for quite the stylish display. Perfect for organizing and storing tea, coffee, sugar, flour, cereal, beans, rice, spices, herbs, and your favorite healthy snacks like nuts or dried coconut chips.

French Press

Some of us can get so aggro when we don’t have our coffee. And who needs moody friends? That’s why we say “oui” to this fabulous French Press. This eight-cup press will give you great flavorful brew in just four minutes. Made of glass with gold accents, it’s so elegant, their friends will assume they’re coffee connoisseurs, when in fact, they just need their caffeine like, now. Those in the know say that regular moderate coffee and tea intake reduces the risk of stroke and heart disease, as well as neurodegenerative diseases such as Parkinson’s. We also say “oui, oui” to that!

Wine Opener 

You had them at Wine. And then Opener. And then Electric. OK, bottom line is that this miraculous tool is pretty dope because it gives the wine enthusiasts on your list the ability to easily pull the cork from the bottle and access the glorious grape. Need we say more? OK, alllllsoooo… drinking wine in moderation is good for you! Experts say it provides antioxidants, supports longevity, and helps protect against heart disease and harmful inflammation. OK, now we’re done. Oh, and cheers!

SELF CARE Under $50 

LSF Planner

Well, it’s been a year. We think we can all agree that we’re happy to put the apocalypse that was 2020 behind us. Done and done. We’re excited to help all you busy babes set goals for next year with the LSF Planner. Our 2021 #GOALS Planner helps all the Reese Witherspoons on your holiday gift list design their dream life with vision board building and goal setting; organizing and daily planning; monthly and weekly overviews; fun stickers and artwork; motivational messages from Katie; healthy habit builder; and so much more. And all that comes in full-color pages with a pretty soft peach cover, bound with rose gold metal wire.  And Reese will especially appreciate that it also includes laminated, color-coded month tabs.

Mini fridge

Beyond adorable. Really. This retro pink mini fridge is so cute we just want to pinch its little handles. And it’s portable! In fact, when you gift it to your friends, they’re gonna want to carry it with them wherever they go. And who couldn’t use their own personalized fridge RN, what with all the jars and tubes of cosmetics, La Croix cans, and elixirs that we all use on the daily. This fridge even has a hot mode that allows you to warm things up if needed. So if ever there was a perfect gift for new moms on your holiday gift list (who may be stockpiling breast milk), this would be it.

Plush Fleece Indoor/Outdoor Slippers

The weather’s cold, and that means our little tootsies need some extra love. These premium fleece slippers with a cross band design are cozy, chic and elegant, making them the perfect gift for family and friends. They also have sturdy-yet-comfy waterproof foam soles so you can venture outside to grab the mail without your feet getting nippy!

Voluspa Candles

This gift is for all of your overscheduled rigorously organized friends who need to just RELAX for a hot minute and breathe in the amazing scents of this beautiful Voluspa candle selection. From Goji Torroco Orange, Santiago Huckleberry, and Panjore Lychee to Japanese Plum Bloom, Moso Bamboo and Baltic Amber, these glorious fragrances will gently waft by them, allowing them to wind down and transfix on the flickering flame. Aaaah.

FAVORITES Over $50

Silk Pillowcase Set

Newest obsession: silk pillowcases. Did you know these pillowcases provide less friction on skin and hair which prevents irritation or damage, they’re a way cleaner sleep surface AND they’re way less drying for your skin or hair. Overall, they’re a game changer and a perf gift for your bestie who wants to get her beauty sleep. Literally.

SMEG Toaster

Okay… HI. How cute is this SMEG toaster!!! Totally get that a toaster might seem like a pretty random gift, but we had to add it to our holiday gift guide. Can you image the kitchen glow-up with this toaster added to it? All you need next is a pink fridge and you’re set.

Cosori Air Fryer

I absolutely love my air fryer. I can cook veggies in minutes or make sweet potato fries totally guilt-free. It’s one of those appliances that you might not think is super necessary, but once you have one, you don’t know how your kitchen didn’t have one before. I love this one because it’s super easy to use, not too big and looks super sleek.

Olaplex Hair Set

All the hair self-care! Okay so I struggle with my hair sometimes (as you guys know, washing is kept v minimal) and overall I struggle with dryness cause from my hypo. I am absolutely loving Olaplex products, they keep my hair so soft and shiny and tbh I don’t think I’ll ever stop using it. This hair set is such a great gift for any babe in your life who wants to up their hair game!

Happy Holidays Babe!

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Tempt Me 2020 Plus Size Swimsuit High Neck Review

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Trouble. [2]

Chapter 2

I stood in the main bathroom that Suho lead me to and offered me some clothes. I quickly stripped out of my preciously damp and dirty clothes and ran the shower. I waited for the room to get steamy before jumping in. I normally don’t do hot showers but I feel like filth being in that basement since I don’t remember the last time I was around soap. I could feel the water on my cuts and my whole body started to sting. I hissed at the feeling but knew it would be worth it in the long run.

After my shower I quickly dried off and put on the oversized t shirt and way too big sweatpants. I tied them and they still were falling. So I decided to go without them. I finally looked at myself in the mirror and seen what types of damage was on my face. I had a minor black eye that was fading a lot, and my lips were swollen.

I brushed through my hair with a brush that was supplied to me along with deodorant and a tooth brush which I both applied. After finishing with my teeth I folded my dirty clothes along with my towel and exited the bathroom to find Sehun waiting outside the door. I was taken aback at first but then calmed down. “Hey, sorry, didn’t mean to startle you!” he said with a soft smile. “here let me take your dirty clothes and we will wash it for you, follow me.” he grabbed the clothes out from my hands and then lead me down the hall to where the living room was half of the boys. I was gonna creep up behind them but I guess that wasn’t smart since they could see me in the reflection from the giant TV hanging off the wall.

The first one to speak to me was Kris, he asked about the pants and I told him they didn’t fit, but the shirt was practically a dress on me in which case he rose an eyebrow and then just nodded patting Suho on the arm who then stood up to greet me once again. “Want to try some shorts?” he said smiling and offering his hand to me. I accepted his hand and he started pulling me up the stairs assuming to be his room. His room was a light blue tone for the walls and his bed was a king size. lucky bastard. I haven’t slept in a good bed in 3 weeks. I didn’t even notice he went inside his closet and grabbed me a pair of elastic shorts which I quickly said thank you for and put them on.

“Uhh, food?” I questioned on time when my stomach started growling. He smiled and lead me out the door to yell downstairs. “Kyungsoo, she’s hungry!” he said with a swayed voice almost as if it was a game. I giggled and followed him down the stairs into the kitchen who there was Kyungsoo, indeed making food. He offered me to sit at the breakfast table which I didn’t decline and then put a plate of various foods in front of me. “I didn’t know what you would like, but if you ever have any requests please go ahead. Also don’t be afraid not to enjoy something, I know one of the boys here would be grateful to eat it” he smiled and sat down next to me with his own plate.

I took a few bites, astonished by the food he made. We had a little small talk, basically asking my favourite foods and what I won’t eat. I asked him what his favourite thing was to make. “Were you fed well?” he asks with curiosity and sadness in his voice. I nod and swallow my food before speaking. “Yes, it’s not like they starved me. If they starved me what would be the point of keeping me there?” I reply and then finish my food. He doesn’t say anything but asks if I want more which I decline and takes my plate away, i thank him and offer to help which he strongly declines and suggests I go look around and find someone to hang out with.

I walked back into the hall i was previously in and seen a door to the outside that i never noticed till now, I also seen Xuimin and and Luhan having a discussion. I hesitated before sliding the door and going outside with them. “am I interrupting” I ask with nervousness. They both nod no and Xuimin scoots over offering for me to sit down next to him. I gladly take the seat beside him.

“this is awkward,” i announce then cover my lips with my hands cause that was meant to be inside my head. Luhan looks over and gives me a questioning look while I can feel Xuimin make a small laugh next to me. “Oh, I just mean like, you guys were having a conversation and now i’m here and you aren’t. I can go back inside” i suggest. “No, no, it’s okay. We were just talking about you… In a good way I promise” Luhan says. I raise a brow and he looks to Xuimin for help.

“We were discussing how we were gonna design your room.” he replies. “my room?” i look confused at both of them. “Well, if you’re going to be living with us, you need your own room. is there anything you want? we got your bed and bed set all that stuff, we need to get you some clothes, do you have any preferences for clothing?” he asks me while grabbing the note pad that I never noticed on the table beside him and started writing down what I wanted.

I thought to myself “what a good way to take advantage of them” and listed all the types of clothes I would have worn if I wasn’t trapped in that basement and or would wear now. He asked for my bra size and i gave him a questionable look and he soon replied “I am going shopping for you along with Sehun because he begged and I need to know so I can buy you clothes” but i couldn’t help but notice the smirk in his face. I gave him it along with all my sizes and size preferences for certain clothing items. Once I was finished he took the note pad, said goodbye and I was now left with Luhan.

“Show me around?” i suggested and he looked so excited and grabbed my hands and dragged me all over the house. He showed me each of the boys rooms but told me I should ask permission before going inside. He also showed me my room that I would be living in. It was a lot nicer than the room I had before all this. “How did you have all this set up already? I haven’t even been here a day” i ask really concerned. How would they have this already for me? “We have guest rooms and this just happens to be the only other room that is upstairs. Once we heard that we were taking you in the few of us that weren’t at the raid we had picked up a few things for you.” he smiled and brushed his hands through his hair.

“Alright, so I am gonna assume you are one of the more matured right?” he nods his head with a yes. “Woman products” is all I say and wait till he realizes what I mean. “Tampons and Pads and such?” he gives me a questionable look. “Yes, those. I need those, do you have them or do you need to go get some?” i reply. He laughs and nods his head he walks me into the connected bathroom to my bedroom that I never even noticed and pointed them out under the sink for me. I thank him and then actually look around the room. The bathroom has a large stand up shower that has the taps on the roof and a large bathtub. The counter tops are really nice for a bathroom and one full wall is mirrors. I’ll never get lonely if all i can see is myself. “This is our nicest guest bedroom. Our rooms are the similar layout, some bathrooms have no tub though. The other guest rooms don’t have connected showers or walk in closets” Luhan says to me directly as I’m still in aw at everything. “This means a lot,” don’t cry what you just met them. but they care about you so shouldn’t you cry? I ran into his arms and hugged him. He seemed taken aback and then slowly hugged me back.

“Can I see your room?” I ask still holding onto him. I can feel his chest move as he laughs and lets go and agrees to it. I follow him out my room and down the hall to his bedroom. Inside it’s like your standard bedroom but like standard if you’re rich. I walk over to his bed and lie down on it. My back has never felt better. “Ah, before I was sleeping on a really thin mattress and had the smallest blanket. This is so nice.” I smile. “Go under the covers, if you want.” He seemed nervous but I pushed myself back and pulled the covers out from underneath me and pulled them on top. It was worth it. They’re so warm, it smells like him, that hug we just shared. “Do you wanna join me?” I asked him looking up at him and he sighed and pulled the covers back climbing in beside me. “Is this alright?” he said as our bodies touched. I nodded and put my head on the pillow next to his chest. He started running his fingers through my hair. Oh man I could jump his bones right now if it wasn’t for someone opening the door and clearing their throat. I looked up and seen a displeased Chen.

He cleared his throat again as if we didn’t both notice him, Luhan was stiff next to me. “Hyuna, can you go downstairs, please? I need to speak with Luhan.” he said not looking at me in the eyes. I nodded and quickly got out of the bed before I left the room I seen no emotion in Luhan’s face.

I walked down the stairs to find Kris, Kai, and Chanyeol sitting in the main room. I joined them in there and sat on a chair near them. There were talking about something i can’t recall so I sort of just started to daydream.

I remembered how I ended up with Bigbang. I had just finished my last year of university and one of my friends had invited me to a party that she was going to to meet this guy she met online. She didn’t want to go alone so she invited me. I joined her, what’s there to be afraid of really? It’s just a party in an abandoned warehouse. Seems completely safe. I can’t help but roll my eyes at how stupid I was to be at that place.

I was drinking and grinding on random men. Multiple men who would grope you even if you asked them not too. I was so grateful when some guy jumped in to help me get these men off and away from me. He was my hero, up until he spiked my drink and so woke up in his basement. But that’s not all that happened. My friend and a few other girls were there too. One by one they were plucked away and I never seen them again, but I stayed in the room, for what seemed like forever, but it was only one year. I wasn’t connected with my family so no one would notice if I went missing.

I know there was 5 men living there, because I heard 5 voices, but i only ever met 3 of them. I was brought out of my daze when I heard the front door open and Sehun and Xuimin came in with bags in their hands. Sehun looked over at me “these are for you baby” he said with a smile. He seemed way to excited. “How much sugar did you give him, Xuimin?” Kris asked. “Probably too much, he said he was gonna get a water and he came back with a milkshake. I don’t control the kid” Xuimin exhaled. Chanyeol and Kai laughed in the background, while Kris just shook his head and Sehun who looked like if he tried he could bounce off the walls.

“Want help with those?” I offered and got off my chair walking over to Xuimin to help. We looked into each other’s eyes and he declined. “I can do it myself.” he huffs. “I never said you couldn’t, I just want to help.” he passes me probably the lightest bag out of all of them. The three of us walk up the stairs and head in the direction of my room, I can’t help but stop when I can hear Chen and Luhan talking. I try not to eavesdrop, but i hear Luhan say “I didn’t offer, she offered for me to lie with her, you can’t deny she’s hot dude” i blushed and continued on my way.

Sehun and Xuimin offered to help me put away my clothes. I said they didn’t have to but they insisted. “You guys have good taste,” while looking at some of the shirts they got me. “I could see myself wearing these like a year ago.” i mutter, but they heard me. “You were in that basement for a year?” Sehun asks in disbelief. “What month is it?” “August.” he replies. “Okay, so I was there for a year and 2 months.” i say and continue to put away my clothes. They don’t say anything. I thank them and give them both hugs for being so sweet.

They inform me on the time and it’s late, I’m used to sleeping early since I had nothing else to do. I never noticed that I was even tired. I told them to tell everyone I was going to bed and to tell them all I said goodnight.

I took off the shorts and kept on Suho’s shirt since there was really no need to change it. It was long and comfy. I jumped into bed. Maybe I could actually be happy for once. Maybe I could be with all 12 boys. Sharing is caring. Might cause a little trouble.

[everlarkbirthdaydrabbles]

Hi! My birthday is April 3rd and I was wondering if I could get a best friends/ peeta is jealous Drabble please? Thank you so much lovelies.

Wishing you a wonderful birthday! The incredible @alliswell21 has written this perfect little bit of Everlark, just for you. Enjoy!

Fluff

A/N: Happy Birthday! Here is a fluffy Everlark growing-back-together story with just a touch of spice. Enjoy!!!

Canon compliantRated TFluff and Comfort

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It’s a rare evening, peaceful and quiet, Peeta and I sit on the porch watching the sun dip to sleep in the horizon, displaying the most beautiful array of colors either of us has seen in months.

“Look!” I whisper, “It’s your favorite color,” I point at the glorious arrange of oranges, yellows and pinks just in front of us.

Peeta smiles at the sky contentedly, softly. At peace. “I remember it clearly now,” he says with a pleased sigh. Then his sweet, blue eyes, turn to find mine, reaching my hand with his. “Thank you,”

“What for?” I ask confused.

“You gave me back part of my identity just by knowing something as simple as my favorite color, or how I tie my shoelaces.” He scoots closer to me on the stoop while intertwining our fingers more firmly. “You help me rediscover the real me every day. Thank you for not forgetting who I was, even when I did.” He kisses my knuckles.

“Well, you’ve help me stay sane, so I guess…” I fish in my head for the right words, but he smirks and answers,

“We’re even?”

I scowl causing him to chuckle.

“No,” I counter. “We make a good team. We are good for each other.”

“Ah!” He exclaims throwing an arm around my shoulders, squeezing me closer to him. “We’ve always been a force to recon with. Everybody knows that!” His lips graze my temple, and I pretend I’m still crossed with him, but after a second my head leans on his muscular shoulder.

Peeta and I have been in a weird gray area for weeks now. We hold hands, we cuddle in the couch- or right now on the porch steps- we share a bedroom, and I mean, both our clothes, shoes, and personal effects cohabit in the same space kind of sharing a bedroom- by conscious design, I must say- and we always have some kind of physical comfort saved aside exclusively for the other.

Every now and again, Peeta would kiss me chastely, either on the forehead or the cheek. He kisses my hands as often as he has them in range, but that’s as far as the kisses have gone. I’d be lying if I said I haven’t missed his lips on mine, in fact, I’ve been thinking about kisses in both arenas a lot lately, comparing them, trying to figure myself out during them, but I promised myself, that this time around, I’ll let him take the first step on his own time.

“We should go in,” he says after a while of just holding each other.

By now a shinny full moon has made a steady rise, illuminating the sky so brightly there won’t be a need for lamps or candles tonight.

A disgruntled groan escapes my throat when he moves, dislodging me from my warm perch on his chest.

“Do we have to?”

He chuckles at me, snaking and arm around my waist, and pulling me to stand, pressed against him, with no effort at all.

“Come on, silly thing. Your stubborn little stomach will start demanding food soon, and we haven’t even made an attempt at fixing supper yet,”

I glare at him, pushing away by flattening my palms on his solid chest until I’m standing at arms length from him. He laughs ruefully, shaking his head, grabbing my hand and dragging me to the kitchen.

I don’t fight him. He’s right, it’s past dinner time and we promised each other we won’t ever go to bed hungry again, even if it’s intentional.

After a simple supper of soup and sandwiches has been eaten and cleared up, we migrate to the sitting room. Peeta gets a merry fire roaring in the chimney, and although the television has been on the whole time, the volume is set low, only making background noises that we completely ignore, favoring watching the flames from the hearth dance from log to log, while the golden-warm light bathes everything in the room.

I pick up a soft blanket from the back of the couch, and throw it over our legs. My feet are snugly tucked right under Peeta’s thigh. His arm is heavily slung across my middle, while my head rests on his chest.

I’m not sure how long we’ve been like this, all I know is that it’s the most comfortable I’ve been in forever. I’m so relaxed and content, I can hardly believe this is real. I’m afraid that if I dare think of anything, I’ll call to me the horrors that plagues us on a regular bases, so I clear my mind of thought and simply enjoy the moment of bliss.

“Alright, it’s time for bed,” Peeta announces with a lazy yawn.

I shut my eyes and cling to Peeta’s shirt sleeve willing him to stop the nonsense, and stay put for a while longer.

“It’s almost midnight,” he mumbles into the crown of head, “You’re starting to nod off, sweetheart.”

That only wins him a halfhearted punch to the bicep, but his arm muscles are so sturdy and big, it feels like I’m just pawing at him. He laughs silently.

I can only muster a small yawn in response, before I feel him shift out of the couch. I protest, trying to hold him in place as he was, but in a swift motion, he’s holding me in his arms as if I was a little child, and starts carrying me upstairs.

“Do we really have to go?” I ask burrowing deeper into his neck, inhaling his familiar scent deeply. “I was so comfortable.”

“I could tell,” He chuckles amusedly, “You were starting to snore.”

“I wasn’t!” I say indignantly, lifting my face to glare at him properly, and then dropping back down, winding my arms around his neck, and placing a soft kiss right under his jawline.

I feel him momentarily tense. His whole body becomes rigid for a second but then relaxes again, and continues his climb up the stairs. I’m not sure if he reacted to what I just did because I surprised him, or because he disliked it.

I hear the hesitation in his voice when he asks softly, “Do you need to use the bathroom first?”

I squeeze my arms tighter and shake my head. “Bed,” I let out into his neck.

He releases a small sigh before walking us into the bedroom door. He lowers me to the mattress, where I sit for a second, before toeing off my slippers, kicking them away disdainfully.

I stand and stretch my back, making every bone down my spine crack.

In the last few days, I’ve started adding a step into my ‘getting ready for bed’ routine: I turn away from him, so all he can see is my back, and undress all the way down to my underclothes, before slipping into night ones. We’ve never spoken of it, I know he’s aware of what I’m doing, but he acts as if he’s seen nothing.

Tonight, I’m feeling oddly bold.

I take my pants off, then my shirt, and when I’m standing in just my underwear, I reach my hands to my back and undo my bra, and let it fall off my body. Then covering my naked chest with one arm, I turn my head over my shoulder to look at him, and quietly ask, “Can I burrow a t-shirt?”

He’s not openly gaping at me, he never does; he’s too much of a gentleman for that, but I can see his Adam’s apple bobble in his throat as he nods, and then I see him move woodenly to the dresser.

I discovered during the Quarter Quell, on those horribly hot days in the clock arena, I didn’t really mind him looking at me while I was wearing next to nothing. Maybe it was because he’d already seen Johanna completely naked except for her forest green flats- and deep down, I wanted to prove to him I wasn’t as pure as he said I was, like it was offensive to me, he thought me as innocent and virginal- or because I just trusted him that much, that clothes were of no consequence. I’m not sure why, but during that Arena, Peeta’s hands and lips had a free range over my exposed skin, no one had ever had before, or since.

What always amazes me about those days, looking back, is how I never felt unsafe with him. Not once, did he made me feel uncomfortable, even with his fingers trailing over me while I only had a flimsy set of undergarments to cover me.

I want to show him I trust him even now, after everything that’s happened.

I also want to show him we are mirror images of each other. We’re a complete set. Our bodies match. We’re fire mutts, but we survived the flames.

“Here,” his breath stutters as he speaks.

I’m surprised to feel his body heat so close. I look up to find him mere inches away, holding up a plain, white t-shirt in his fist for me.

I take it in trembling fingers. “Thanks,” I answer quietly, then face away from him to shimmy into the shirt.

Once the soft, almost threadbare fabric settles over my shoulders, falling just over my thighs, I feel the pads of his fingers brush featherlike up, from my elbows, circling back down on my biceps. He does this two more times, but before I can melt back into his chest, he steps away a few inches.

“You just told me, in your Katniss-like way, there are no secrets between us. Real or not real?” His voice is deep and slow.

I turn around to face him, pulling my braid from under the neck of the shirt, “Real.” I say, “I trust you completely, and I’m never hiding anything from you, ever again.”

He nods pensively. After a moment his arms open invitingly, and I fall into them gratefully.

“Will you tell me if someday, you want something more than friendship from me?” I hear the plea and insecurity in his voice.

I try not to giggle, is not a laughing matter, not for us, but I thought I just made myself abundantly clear to him, with the whole stripping down to my panties in front of him.

“It’s been about more than friendship between us for a while,” I try to sound secured in my conviction, but my voice sounds too vulnerable for that. “I’m wearing your shirt, which somehow you know is my favorite shirt of yours, to OUR bed.” I say vehemently, “It’s already beyond friendship. Only, now it’s different. We don’t have to rush anything, or please anyone. It’s just us. We are a family, even if not officially. We are one and the same, you and me. For real this time.” I say firmly.

His breaths have been coming in sharp and fast, but after I’ve said the word “real”, he repeated it, and calmed down, accepting my words as true.

In true Peeta fashion, he asks, “So, you’re saying, that if I kiss your mouth right now, I wouldn’t be overstepping any boundaries?” He brings his face down to look at me, eyebrows raised in question.

“No…” my response is drawn out and cautious, but he smiles brightly at me.

“Good to know!” He proclaims and straightens up, tightening his hold on me. “I must warn you, when we are both comfortable with those kind of kisses, I can’t promise I’ll be able to hold back though.”

“I wouldn’t want you to,” I replay rolling my eyes, and stepping away from him to pull the covers back and climb in bed.

He turns the bed over on his side, and asks, “And, you’ll be… my girlfriend, right?” He asks nervously, lowering his voice on the last word.

“We’re technically still engaged. We never officially broke up.” I shrug, but I’m anxious on the inside. I’m not sure how he’ll react to my answer.

“That doesn’t count,” he says seriously. “I’m gonna ask you to marry me one day, and it’ll be completely my idea. None of your meddling.” He mock accuses with a faux glare, “I won’t do it in front of an audience either, and there will be cheese buns involved.”

“Well, as long as there are cheese buns, then you can go ahead and ask any day!” I quip, not being able to hide my smile.

“What did I just said, miss nosy? No meddling in my personal process!”

“Fine! But just so you know, it’s cruel to keep a girl on her toes, every time she smells freshly baked buns, from her crafty boyfriend’s kitchen,”

The smile he gives me makes the corner of his beautiful blue eyes crinkle merrily. “I’ll keep that in mind,”

We meet in the middle of the bed, I expect one of his sweet kisses to the forehead when he leans into me, instead, his lips brush against my own ever so softly, a fluttering of butterfly wings. The kiss is over in a second. His arm coils around my side, then he kisses my temple and the lights go out for the night.

“Goodnight, Katniss.”

“Goodnight, Peeta.”

My head finds its spot right above his heart, and his warm, steady arms circle around me in a protective embrace. My fingers touch my tingly lips, before a soft smile takes over, and I know, without a shadow of a doubt, tonight will be the first time in years, no night terrors will attack.

[shachaai]

[Ficlet] An Awful Good Girl

America/f!South Italy. In Italy, it’s considered lucky to ring in the New Year wearing red underwear.

   “Why, hello there, pretty la-”

“Not for you.” South Italy’s hands have slapped down on America’s before they can come within three inches of her currently almost bare body, flapping him away with the same hands so she can go back to adjusting her silky red bra strap where it crosses over her shoulder.

Having just come out of the bathroom to this, America gapes, struck in the ego. “Then who -”

“Who do you think, idiota?” South Italy is gorgeous. South Italy has always been gorgeous, and that includes when she is making a face at the fully-dressed America that says she does not think a great deal of his intelligence. South Italy is especially gorgeous standing in front of their hotel mirror wearing nothing but a matching underwear set made of silk and deep red lace, all skin and curves and dangerous grace. (Even if she does still have her dark hair tied up in a pom-pom from when she was in the bathroom. With a tomato-patterned scrunchie.) “Me.”

“...Oh.” America concedes the obvious explanation he had entirely missed, carefully circumnavigating the hotel room so he can avoid tripping over pointy shoes and take a seat on the one chair left in the room that doesn’t have any of South Italy’s clothing on it. “You look good,” he says, a little lamely.

“I know that.” The bra appears to be sitting fine on South Italy’s shoulders, but she keeps frowning down at the cups. Which makes America look at the cups.

When South Italy starts reaching down to cup her breasts to fiddle with wires, America decides to try studying the ceiling instead, thinking cooling, calming thoughts. About whether he has enough gingerbread to last him until the end of January after Kumajirou got into his stash. Whether he’s going to shovel the driveway again before the end of the week. Where on earth South Italy is going to keep a knife on her when they go out with underwear that tiny on.

Oh God.

“Is that a new bra?” America blurts out, because the cooling, calming thoughts aren’t going well and the silence in the room is just making him hear every soft sound of delicate lace shifting against South Italy’s skin. “It’s lacier than your other stuff. Sexy! On you. But. Different?”

When he risks a glance at South Italy again, the older Nation is already looking strangely at him. “...I didn’t think you could tell the difference between women’s lingerie.”

America frowns, stung. “I pay attention to yours.” He pays attention to most of the things his partners wear, if only so he can try and come out with a suave compliment about them. Besides, it’s a good way to pick up what colours people like, so he can buy them nice presents later.

“That is because mine is fashionable.” Apparently happy with the fit of her bra - praise God and baby Jesus -, South Italy pads closer. She must be in a good mood; she hasn’t directly insulted the suit he’s wearing yet.

America stops silently thanking God when she sits on his lap, warm and still mostly bare and smelling amazing from whatever perfume she has dabbed at her throat. If the not for you rule is still in place, he’s probably going to die shortly. “I know fashionable!” New York’s shows make him a fashion capital of the world.

“You know me,” South Italy asserts, and America bites down on his tongue before he can come out with something stupid - is that in the biblical sense? She touches her chest, and - oh. Oh, America is looking down. It’s beautiful. “Veneziana bought me this.”

Something in America’s brain splutters and breaks. “Your sister bought you sexy underwear?!”

“Don’t make it sound so perverted, cazzo!” South Italy sniffs, reaching up to pull out her scrunchie and let her hair down at last. “It is traditional, good luck for the New Year.”

Still a little dumbfounded, America takes the scrunchie he is handed to hold, watching the woman in his lap comb roughly through her hair with her fingers. “You have a tradition for sexy underwear?”

“Red underwear,” he is corrected. “It must be new, and a gift from someone else.” South Italy’s hands pause in her hair, something going a little dark in her voice. “I bought her some too, since no-one else in her life can actually be trusted to get her something appropriate.”

...America is mildly tempted to ask if North Italy’s lingerie is somehow fitted with a chastity belt, but decides his life isn’t worth it. “Well,” he manages instead. “You look good?”

“You said that,” says South Italy, but doesn’t look at all displeased at the repetition.

“You look very good,” America says, and dares to lay his hand on the warmth of South Italy’s lower back. Trying not to think about his fingers just brushing the lace of her panties. “I mean, uh.” There is absolutely no lie in the admiration in America’s eyes or voice when he lets his gaze slowly look the gorgeous Nation on his lap up, down and roundabout again. “Wow.”

South Italy’s expression slides from ‘not displeased’ to ‘quietly preening’, shifting her hair back over her shoulder so America can admire the elegant arch of her neck. “Damn right I look good. You should be honoured to have me in your presence.”

When she rises from America’s lap again, South Italy has America help zip up her dress. In the wardrobe crash-site that has become of their hotel room, she has found one dress to wear: a short blue, slippery thing that seems primarily designed for sliding off the slim curves it drapes so lovingly upon.

“I have honey cakes for you,” South Italy says unexpectedly, America’s eyes meeting hers over her shoulder in the reflection from their mirror. “You better damn eat them; I made them myself.”

“Thanks?” America isn’t one to turn down free food, even if he has no idea why he’s being given it. These days, South Italy only cooks for him when she reaches the breaking point of how much ‘American crap’ she’s willing to put up with, turning up on America’s doorstep laden down with bags of fresh produce and the scary single-minded temper of a general surveying underfed and lacklustre troops.

“It’s another tradition.” South Italy bends to pick up her silver-heeled shoes, one balancing hand spread against America’s chest as she dons them and goes up more a few inches in height against him, half her body at a time. Her wry look ends up somewhere around his nose, both her hands coming up to grip the lapels of his suit as America lets his hands rest on her hips. “You need all the good luck you can get.”

“Thanks,” America says again, a lot less gratefully for the snide projection of his New Year. “Not that I don’t ‘preciate the food, but I would’a happily just had a New Year’s kiss instead. You kiss better than you cook -” the Italian nation in his arms scowls at him, a sudden threatening thundercloud, so America hurries on - “and you cook really damn good.”

“...So some of your tastebuds are still functioning.” South Italy sniffs at him, but pushes her body up against his chest so she can lean up slightly and press a brief kiss to his mouth. America isn’t going to complain about either. “You’re ending the year with a lot of surprises. You’re not going to do something stupid when we’re out at dinner, are you?”

America grins, wide and easy. “And embarrass my lovely lady and her sexy underwear?”

(South Italy scowls at him. But later, after dinner, after drinks and dancing and the New Year being rung in, she lets him take the dress and sexy underwear off.)