#note. i used to have my legs waxed all the time. have been shaving since covid though. tried it at home bc it cost way less

[bluebellhairpin]

I got my legs waxed today (did it at home, shoutout to my sister for being a kinda awful waxer) and it was literally the most painful thing I've been through since I had period cramps so bad I passed out and had to go to the ER. 10/10 do not recommend.

[chigirisprincess]

— So, What’s going on in your Pants?

Starring; Various Characters from Attack on Titan.

Warnings; 18+ minors dni + general descriptions of genitalia + cum + mentions of genital piercings + afab reader.

Wordcount; 1.0k

Note; Repost from my old blog <3 Been thinking about these headcanons so I figured I’d share my thoughts on what the aot men’s dicks look like <3 Enjoy <3

Dick Headcanons —

꒰ Eren Jaeger ꒱

⊱ It’s average sized and on the girthier side, but he’s got a jacob’s ladder to really draw attention to his otherwise very average and plain looking dick. ⊱ It’s always difficult to take him in your mouth since it’s such a wide stretch but for him you do it, lest you want him to scoff at you in disappointment when you give up with a huff. ⊱ It’s got a fat round head that’s so leaky it soaks through his briefs to his jeans. You could even use his precum as lube when jerking him off because he leaks that much. ⊱ He doesn’t really trim his pubes but he isn’t all that hairy so it isn’t much of a problem. He does like when you play with his happy trail though, nuzzling your nose in the prickly hairs as you ever so slightly paw at his crotch.

꒰ Armin Arlert ꒱

⊱ He has a pretty dick, it’s long a thin, and has a slight curve which is perfect for hitting that special spot deep inside you.. The head is always a bit flushed, the reddish tint growing deeper the more he’s stimulated. ⊱ The tip is so sensitive you can’t give too much attention to it, but if you’re looking to overstimulate him, suckling on it is the way to go. He’d never tell you that though because he tends to cry from overstimulation, and maybe you thought he looked so cute with tears streaking down his face but he hated it. ⊱ He’s got the cutest spattering of freckles on his hips and he loves when you kiss them! ⊱ Armin takes grooming very seriously, keeps his pubes very neat as a personal preference but also for his partners comfort. He spends a little bit too long manscaping.

꒰ Jean Kirschtein ꒱

⊱ It’s big, almost scarily big. His friends may call him horseface but really they should be calling him horsecock because his dick is that big. ⊱ It’s like a third leg, girthy and long, it fills you up deliciously but that’s only after he’s spent a great deal of time prepping you. ⊱ It’s girthy and long, and most days he can’t fit all the way in your mouth or hole but the two of you make do. His cock is uncut and very heavy with an even heavier set of balls to accompany it. ⊱ Also big on grooming, but he’s almost hairless down there. He likes to be completely smooth and does get waxes from time to time. His pain tolerance is pretty high so it’s more of a go to rather than shaving.

꒰ Connie Springer ꒱

⊱ He has a cute dick, it’s average sized but it’s got this very prominent vein that runs from the base to the head that’s just so fun to run your tongue along. ⊱ He has a magic cross piercing and he purposely presses the cool metal against your clit just to see you squirm. ⊱ Despite having a fairly plain and unassuming dick, he has a big pair of balls just filled with the thickest, stickiest cum there is. ⊱ Connie forgets to trim most of the time so it’s a bit of a jungle down there, his pubes are very thick and curly, and it seems like he has more hair down there than he does on the top of his head.

꒰ Reiner Braun ꒱

⊱ Coke can dick. ⊱ Reiner has a very, very, very thick cock. It hurts no matter how much he preps you, the stretch is just too much! You can’t fit more than the head in your mouth, your jaw going sore just from trying but at least he always soothed and praised you. ⊱ His balls are round and sensitive, he can cum just from you sucking and fondling them. His eyes practically roll to the back of his skull when you press tiny kisses to ‘em when they’re sitting on your face as you jerk him off. ⊱ Reiner’s pubes are very fine and lightly coloured, he does very little grooming most days. Has one very small tattoo on his pelvis. It’s something stupid that he got when he was drunk, he’s very embarrassed by it and hates that you have to see it every time you’re intimate with him.

꒰ Levi Ackerman ꒱

⊱ He’s a bit on the smaller side, uncut and fairly thin, but he knows how to use it! His dick is also very pretty, a bit veiny with a purplish head, it’s just nice to look at. ⊱ His cock is very leaky and he cums an almost obscene amount. His load is always so large and so thick that it’s always a pain to clean up, at least he’s kind enough to aim away from your face so it doesn’t get in your hair or eyes. ⊱ Also manscapes a little bit too much, but he enjoys keeping his pubes neat. He does have a pretty little happy trail that peeks out of the waistband of his pants when he stretches and his shirt rides up. ⊱ Levi has never been embarrassed by his size but hates when people make a face the first time they see his cock. Has made you choke on his “little” dick and didn’t call the next day.

꒰ Porco Galliard ꒱

⊱ Another member of the coke can dick club, and while he is very thick and girthy his dick is averaged length but that doesn’t stop him from pushing his legs against your chest in an attempt to fuck your cervix. ⊱ The tip is nice and round and a pretty shade of pink you just can’t help but kiss it. He likes it when you do since you end up smearing his precum all over your lips, he thinks you look so cute, all messy for him. ⊱ Porco has a prince albert piercing, it’s made him a bit more sensitive and when he wears sweats without any underwear you can very clearly see it in the outline. He’s got a heavy cock with a set of very heavy balls that he can quite literally never hide even if he tried. ⊱ He sort of grooms in a very half assed manner. He doesn’t really care, to him it’s all natural and doesn’t see the point of you or himself grooming you if you don’t want to. That being said, if you ask he will.

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[thezebrawlw]

Donna Beneviento x Maiden.

I'M A BIT ANGRY 'CUZ WHEN I FINISHED, MY COMPUTER DID SOMETHING WEIRD AND RESTARTED AND WHEN I LOGGED IN AGAIN EVERYTHING WAS ERASED AND AAAAAAAALSKDFGKJDFKA

Warning: Mild suicidal content // Mentions of sexual abuse.

(A/N): (I'm still studying English, so if I have a mistake, I apologize)

Summary: A maiden arrives at the Beneviento mansion. What will happen when Donna begins to live with her?

(I'll do a part two, because I don't want this to be too long.)

- - -

The day the maiden arrived at the Beneviento mansion, it was raining. The door opened effortlessly. Not even the toxic pollen from the plants would drive someone crazy enough to come close to the house, so there was no need to have locks.

A chorus of high-pitched voices scared the young woman "what are you doing here" "how did you get in?" "You shouldn't be here" "Let's play with her, let's play with her"

The young woman felt scratches on her arms and on her legs, someone bit her arm and pulled her hair hard enough to almost rip it out.

"Please, I just want to hide," the woman yelled.

"You shouldn't have come in, stupid girl" "Now you belong to us"

Suddenly the dolls fell to the ground and crawled back to their places.

The young woman saw a shadow materialize in front of her. It was a slim figure, covered entirely in black, opaque cloth. The figure was carrying a doll in wedding clothes in their arms. It was from that doll that a hollow voice came out.

"You shouldn't have come in, stupid girl. Now you're never going to be able to come out."

"I don't care," said the maiden, "if you want to kill me, just kill me. I'd rather perish under the hand of a noblewoman than die from those hunters."

"You're not worth Donna's time" the doll spoke again.

"If you don't want to murder me, then let me serve you" implored the maiden "your house will always be clean, the fire will always be lit, there will be no dust shavings on your beautiful dolls, just please, let me stay here, Lady Beneviento"

Donna didn't move. Beneath her veil she had an arched brow, confused by her request. The pollen must have made her hallucinate enough to make her say those things.

"Change those old rags that you have as clothes and find something to clean", say the doll.

"Yes My Lady"

"The name’s Angie and the only Lady here is Donna. Got it, muddy face?"

"Yes, Miss Angie"

From that day on, the young woman became the servant of Lady Beneviento.

Working there would be easy if it weren't for the mischief the dolls played on her. If she swept, the dolls would run around the little mountain of dust. When the floor was freshly waxed, the dolls dragged their knives on the wood. At night, the dolls would not stop laughing or making sounds of babies crying. They also watched her sleep, sometimes sitting around her bed.

But the maid never complained, she just looked at the mess they made with a tired smile, as if she was watching little children do mischief. Even if they watched her sleep, the only thing she could hope for was to be killed, but that never happened.

During the first weeks Donna tried to induce the maiden some hallucinations, but it seemed not to work, she assumed that her new servant had some kind of immunity to cadou and by extension to the pollen of the flowers that grew around the mansion.

Donna watched her and evaded her in equal moments. The leader of the Beneviento was locked in her room or her workshop for most of the day, so te only way to keep an eye on the maiden was through her dolls.

It was for that reason that the maiden always walked with a small retinue of dolls behind her, like a mother duck with her chicks. She was used to it by now.

That's how Donna realised that the maid was a very good singer, but a distracted cook. She was thankful that she didn't need to eat, just a drink now and then, because she didn't think she would be able to eat coal with sugar in it.

She also noticed that the maid was an active conversationalist. She talked a lot and about everything. The dolls listened to her and little by little they began to join in the monologue.

The young girl listened attentively and that was how she learned the dolls's names, where they were located in the mansion and what they liked to play with.

Watching her, Donna also noticed that the maiden looked out the windows, a melancholic smile kept on her face when it snowed or when the sun made an appearance.

One particularly snowy day, the dolls pulled the maid to the front door, asking her to come out and play for a while.

"I don't know, I don't think Lady Beneviento will give me permission"

"It will only be a while, it will only be a while", said the dolls.

The maid had never asked Donna for anything since she arrived. Donna hadn't spoken to her either, if she needed something, Angie would be the one to speak in her place.

Then, a dark figure appeared on the stairs. It was Donna accompanied by Angie. The doll spoke for her.

"You can come out"

"I... Am I allowed, My lady?"

Donna nodded. Angie spoke.

"If you promise to stay in the garden"

"Yes, yes, thank you very much, My lady, Miss Angie"

Donna allowed Angie to join the others and then went to her room. From her bedroom window, she watched her servant and her dolls play in the snow. The young woman made small snowballs and distributed them to those who only asked one, becoming the person in charge of making ammunition for the doll's games.

Angie began to converse with the young woman. Thanks to her connection, Donna could hear her.

"Why did you come to Beneviento mansion, mudy face?"

"They were chasing me"

"Who?"

"Hunters. They know that my mother was a witch and that her blood runs through my veins. They are afraid that I'll curse people."

"Would you do it?"

The maiden laughed, a wicked, sing-song laugh.

"I already did it" under her clothes, she showed an exquisite necklace made with rose petals. "The petals of this rose are tongues of the people who tried to abuse me."

In her room, Donna froze. This young woman could be dangerous if offended enough. Would her witchy nature be of any benefit to Mother Miranda? She decided to keep her longer and also to ask the dolls to stop their pranks.

One night, the maiden slept peacefully, too peacefully, so peacefully that she awoke in the middle of the night. It was not normal to sleep like this as the dolls were still making noises. When she lit her room with a candle, she realised that she was alone.

She went out into the hallway and heard sobbing and banging upstairs. She ran to Donna's room and found the dolls by the door.

"My lady?"

Angie's voice answered.

"Go away."

"Do you need anything?"

"Go away."

"I can get you something to drink if you--"

"GET OUT!"

Then a group of dolls armed with knives followed the young woman to her room. She locked herself in and felt lucky to be alone.

Donna's anxiety attack ended around three in the morning, so it was to be expected that she would wake up after midday. She also knew that her attack had caused some dolls to break, so she grabbed Angie and left her room.

She noticed that there was no one in the corridor. Donna looked for her dolls and found them in their respective places, they were broken, but there wasn't a speck of dust on their bodies.

Donna asked if they had returned on their own, but the dolls replied that it was all thanks to the maid. Donna busied herself with her dolls upstairs and when she came down to the living room, she found the maid carefully cleaning the face of one of her dolls.

"You are ready, I will now place you on the table so that... ¡My lady!"

Donna smiled under her veil.

"What are you doing?" Angie, as always, spoke instead.

"I figured you wouldn't be feeling well, so I decided to accommodate the dolls instead. Is... it okay?"

Again, Donna did not answer. Instead, she turned her attention to repairing the broken arms and legs of the dolls, apologising quietly to each one for hurting them.

The maid continued her work on the cleaning and that was the first time the two had been in a room together for more than two minutes.

In the night, some of the dolls still in need of repair talked to Donna, all of them telling her about the maid and how pleasant her company was. They told her that the young woman was a good listener and that although they could not feel warmth, they were sure that her touch was warm because she was almost always in the kitchen.

The dolls also tell Donna that the young woman (they all referred to her as "mudface" thanks to Angie), was very good at playing hide and seek and sometimes helped play tricks on other dolls.

Donna realised how fond they had become of the young lady, so she decided to thank her in her own way.

In the morning, the maid found a small box wrapped in a ribbon. Inside was a pair of woollen gloves to protect her from the cold and a note in elegant handwriting that said "thank you".

Donna looked out of the window at the maid. She was hiding behind a fountain so that Angie would not find her. The day was snowy and somewhat cold, but it was no problem for the maid because her hands and neck were protected by gloves and a scarf.

Both items were Donna's creation. The leader of the Beneviento continued to make small gifts for the maid as a way of saying thank you for the care she took of her dolls.

When the game was over, and thankfully spring was in the air, Angie and the young lady sat down to enjoy the sunshine and make a couple of wreaths.

She finished making one for Angie and placed it on her head, then made a larger one and told her to give it to Donna.

She looked up and found Donna watching her, the maid smiled and waved, though Donna remained still.

The gift was well received by Donna and in gratitude she knitted another pair of gloves.

The end of winter was all about giving small gifts. It was no longer about gratitude, the two women liked to see each other wear or use the gifts they each made.

A flower necklace dipped in amber, a hood for the cold, a jar of biscuits, a flavouring made from pleasant-smelling herbs...

Donna left her room more often, sharing space with the maid. The evenings were quiet, but not uncomfortable. She still didn't speak directly to the young woman, so Angie always had to step in to make small talk.

The young woman, despite her nature, tried to speak little so as not to make her mistress uncomfortable, for which Donna was grateful.

On one occasion they were both in the library, each reading her own book. They were not sitting close together, but within sight of each other. They were silent, until Donna let out a little giggle. The maid couldn't help but glance in her direction, eyebrows arched and a half smile on her face. She had never heard Donna laugh before.

"Are you having a pleasant reading, my lady?"

Beneath her veil, Donna stood still. Angie was playing somewhere and couldn't answer to explain the reason for her laughter, so she just nodded.

From that day on, the maid tried to make Donna laugh more often. Sometimes just making funny comments or other times telling jokes to the dolls, making sure Donna was close enough to listen.

Donna laughed more often and was in a better mood. You could see it in the way she walked and in the new dolls she created. Even in the laughter that could be heard from her room when she was talking to Angie.

But one day, her progress in confidence slipped back.

This is the end of part one.

Part two is here

[dreamypeaches]

self-care (kinktober day 2) | pope heyward x reader

summary: pope’s commitment to school has left you feeling lonely. you decide to help pope destress and unwind with some self-care, only for him to turn the tables.

warnings: smut (it’s kinktober y’all), cursing 

word count: 1.3k

a/n: it’s big pope heyward loving hours here, but when is it not. I’m gonna try and write a bunch of kinktober fics this weekend so I’m not constantly posting them when everyone has already gone to bed. hopefully i actually can accomplish that

Times were hard in the mind of Pope Heyward. It was his final semester of undergrad, and he needed to leave off on a good note. Amidst cramming for midterms, finishing up labs, and just the general stress of being alive, he also had med school applications to deal with. All you could do was watch as the man you loved became so filled with stress that you couldn’t even hug him without it leaking onto you.

It had taken quite a toll on your sex life as well. When he wasn’t in class or studying, he was so exhausted that he passed out as soon as his head hit the pillow, which didn’t happen often. He stayed up late most nights cramming, fueled by coffee and pure anxiety. You were left to your own devices, your hand becoming your new lover. Compared to Pope, it was like trying to fuck yourself with a noodle, incredibly unfulfilling.

Not only were you craving the sweet release that only Pope could give you, but you knew he could use it as well. He was wound so tight, it was time for him to explode. So you hatched a plan. You were going to make Pope cum so hard he would see God. But of course, Pope was always full of surprises.

He had taken his usual Saturday night position, slouched over his desk as he furiously typed and flipped through pages of his textbook. When you had moved in together, he’d set up his study space in the living room, ensuring that he didn’t disturb you during his late-night study sessions. But tonight, you wanted to be disturbed. He’d already been there for a couple hours, not paying you any mind, which was perfect. You’d spent those couple hours preparing. You were shaved and waxed, applying some of his favorite scented lotion across your smooth skin. You’d gone for a simple look, adding the tiniest amount of mascara and lipstick. The most important part was the lingerie. You’d bought this set a couple weeks ago online, and it finally arrived at your doorstep that morning, perfect timing.

You admired yourself in the floor-length mirror, not ashamed to say that you would totally fuck yourself. You just hoped Pope would feel the same way. Slinking out of your bedroom, you lean against the hallway wall that enters into the living room. Pope’s back is turned to you, his body silhouetted by the light of his laptop.

“Pope,” you call

“Yeah?” He replies. He doesn’t even start to turn towards you. You sigh, tapping your head against the wall in frustration.

“Can you look at this?”

“Look at what?”

“Just fucking look!”

You see his shoulders sag slightly at your tone, a sigh escaping his lips as he turns towards you. His at first questioning look turns to one of shock and awe as he takes in your appearance.

“Holy shit,” He breathes. You smirk, the reaction exactly what you wanted.

“Like what you see?” You say seductively. His mouth opens and closes as he grasps for words.

“Yes...” He starts, making you bite your lip as he undressed you with his eyes, “But I can’t, love, I’m sorry. I really need to finish this.”

You’re sensual stance sags as your shoulders slump, pouting at your boyfriend.

“But Pope!” You say, elongating the o as you march over to him. You push his chair back from the desk and swing your legs over his lap to straddle him. Arms wrapping around his neck, you give him your best, irresistible puppy dog eyes.

“It’s been literal weeks since we’ve done anything! I haven’t even given you a shitty, quickie hand job. I miss you, lovely. More than that, I fucking need you, and you need to destress. Can’t you just relax for one night?”

You angle your chest upwards, practically shoving your exposed cleavage into his face. His eyes are stuck to the view as his tongue darts out to lick his lips. Pleasure fills your gut as you watch his eyes darken with lust, his hands coming to grip your hips harshly.

“You’re right, love, I’m sorry. I know I haven’t been paying enough attention to you. You’ve probably had to take care of yourself a lot, haven’t you?”

You let out a whimper at his lower tone, nodding in agreement with his words. He quickly adjusts you, lifting your hips and moving until you’re straddling his thigh. The basketball shorts he’s wearing were already ruined from the way your heat was pooling against him.

“Why don’t you show me how you take care of yourself?” He asks though it’s less of a question and more of a command. You simply nod, words escaping you as his grip on your hips tightens, forcing you to grind down more on his thigh. Unwrapping from around his neck, you grip his shoulders as you slowly start to rock against him. Your clit catches on a seam on your panties, a light moan leaving you as it does.

“That’s it, baby, I want you to feel good. I’ve been neglecting you for too long, I have to make up for lost time.”

He starts to pepper kisses across your jaw and down your neck, leaving love bites across your cleavage. The way he nips as the skin before soothing it with his tongue makes your mind go fuzzy. Pope really was everything for you. He could be so sweet and gentle, caring for you like no one else had, but also drive you wild with pleasure and fuck you until you couldn’t walk. He really is the ultimate package.

The grip on your hips is almost bruising now as he urges you to move faster, your moans starting to fill the air as you chase your release on his thigh.

“Fuck, that pussy is so wet for me. Tell me how it feels, baby? How does my thigh feel against your pussy?”

“F-fuck, Pope, it feels so good. I’ve missed your body so much.”

“Don’t worry, love, I’m going to make it up to you. I promise,” He whispers against your neck as he continues to place soft kisses. You tighten your hold on his shoulders, grasping for any amount of stability as you grind down on him, the coil in your gut tightening quickly. Burying your face in his neck, a string of curses and moans leave you as you rub yourself on him, the edge so close yet so far away.

“Please, Pope, help me. I want to cum so bad. Help me cum, baby!” You beg. You feel him smile against your temple.

“As you wish, love.”

His thumb finds your clit, rubbing slow circles against it that greatly contrasts your furious grinding. You shout out at the added sensation, moaning his name against his throat. You feel the vibrations of his chuckle, screaming as he presses harder against your sensitive bundle.

“Oh my FUCK, I’m gonna cum.”

“That’s right, love, let it out. Cum all over my thigh.”

You do exactly that, biting against the juncture of his shoulder and neck as your orgasm washes over you. He helps you ride it out, moving your hips for you as your body seems to go limp with pleasure.

“So good for me, love, so good. But that’s only the beginning, I’ve got a month's worth of orgasms to make up for.”

He doesn’t give you much time to recover before he stands, throwing you over his shoulder as he does. Landing a firm slap against your ass and earning a giggle, he makes his way to the bedroom where he throws you down onto your shared bed.

He gazes down at you, already fucked out, legs spread revealing your soaked panties. You shrink against his loving gaze, the passion in it almost overwhelming.

“What the fuck is wrong with me, not taking advantage of having the most beautiful woman in the world.”

You blush, pulling your lip between your teeth as you beckon him over. He abides and hovers over you, lips ghosting against yours.

“Don’t worry, love, we’ve got forever to take advantage of each other.”

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[the-acid-pear]

Scarface was too fucking boring, didn't make it past chapter 3, but that's good, because that means Baki-Dou time 😍

Time to read the fourth book in this series! Excited to see Musashi <3

Chapter 1

COLORS

Baki please stop flexing

A FELLA SAYING THE SAME I SAID WHEN YUJIRO PULLED HIS SOB STORY, FR GO TRY SOMETHING ELSE! What happened with that whole "i don't care about fighting" eh Baki?!

Chapter 2

HOHO ALI JR???

ah no :/

HOLY FUCK is this quality bad!

He wants to taste defeat i see

TOKUGAWA PLEASE STOP SMOKING

Oh they removed the... Egg in the back of the neck, nice

God this guy's tits so fat 🥵

FINALLYYY HOW LONG SINCE WE SAW A FIGHT IN THE ARENA? A PROPER FIGHT I MEAN

Chapter 3

He doesn't even know 🐍

DON'T BRING THAT FELLA HERE RETSU KICKED HIS ASS IN TIME. RECORD

Oh i saw fanart of this scene

Baki, it's your fault that you are bored, you fucking teen

This shit boring ME

Chapter 4

Oh, goroukou is a title

I like how the prime minister is becoming a recurrent character

I thought he said babe for a sec-

That little "oh~" is a bit sus, are the old men... No, it can't be 😳😳😳

I'm fucking choking fuck

GOD ALMOST READ THAT AS JOHN CENA 😭

"yes <3"

These ppl never learn

Chapter 5

What a way to go, a la gamzee /j

This dude so weird lmao

FAHDGAHDH king

Dude he has huge round eyes tf you talking bout?

IGDUFSUEASEUURSS he's such a freakkk 😭😭😭

This is the most wtf thing Baki has pulled, remember when this was about fighters fighting? I don't know enough about science for this shit either man

Okay so their hug wasn't Tokugawa being touchy like he is, this guy is even worse, se juntaron el hambre y las ganas de comer HSHAFSFG

Chapter 6

Baki's dead

Katsumi about to kill get killed by my grandpa i see

ALSO KATSUMI OG HAIR WOOO

Katsumi bro don't be so happy over nearly killing him-

I love seeing him get better tho

Uwaadgsgsjdga 😍😳🤤 twisting my hair irl,,, 🥴

Finally Motobe remembered he was a character here 😐

FSGSHDAHDA KOSHO PLS

I LOVE that they got dark lips again

IM SORRY GOUKI HOW DO YOU KNOW SO MUCH ABOUT EVERYONE?! LTDKFsjyrd 😭

Jack's scar looks cool ngl

Retsu living the good life lmao

AND HOW DO YOU KNOW, GRANDPA?

Hana just doesn't care, smartest Baki character lmao

Idk what they talking bout but good for em <3

Cum basement

Chapter 7

SHOW US MUSASHI'S COCK

Obsessed he thought his heart was failing 😭

Dude you can just hear the heart beat of your friends/opponents just like that? 🤨

Notice Gaia in the top left 🥴

WHY CAN HE RECOGNIZE EACH OF THEIR HEARTBEATS AAHSGA

Thick 🥵

Unironically built different

Chronic back pain if you ask me, that's how I stand to relieve my agony

Did. Did you just call him a femb-

STOP SHOWING ME PANELS FROM VAGAMOND

I love John sm lmao

Mr Musashi has 2 (3?) dads

Chapter 8

HAIRY LEGS 🥴

Those things look like boobs

Bet you would know eh SHAFADB

They jerked off the mummy?

Reminds me of eye surgery

AFjshAFDGAJAHAF

Mf came out the tube ripped af 😭

Chapter 9

Everyone is so feminine lately good ol Kureha fell behind 😭

I like his bandana tho it's cute

OH HE TOO? AND HE'S NOT EVEN THAT STRONG

Fat tits 🥴

Eheojeudkshs 😖😳👉👈

JACK STOP YOU ARE BIG ENOUGH ALREADY

HOLY FUCK

You know like i understand Baki, he is at the highest he can be rn, NO ONE can defeat him, but the rest? Like c'mon y'all just beat each other up or something

Ah, the miracle of birth 😍

Chapter 10

I love how all these two do is hang out together in bars, boybosses

TF IS UP WITH THAT ICE? AHDHS

I love what they have

Hana thinking of getting his 4 limbs broken again i see

WOOO!! Nice cock Mr Musashi 😳

HANAYAMA PLEASE 😐

Chapter 11

I love those freaks

I just now I'm seeing the little scars on his cheeks from the fight with Spec ☺️

I love the fact that Musashi has hair in his legs BUT not his arms like ??? Okay king

Heated scientist moment

HOHO POGGERS 👀

Chapter 12

UTSURAARSDFAFA sibling goals

GIRLBOSS 😍

URAURUSYRSAESGA IN LOVE???

Holy shit she's amazing

Chapter 13

And his ass is very thick too 😳

Those fucking sunglasses, obsessed

Debatable, he got struck by lightning :/

HE WAXES HIS HAIR? OMFG OBSESSED

WHY IS HE WEARING THAT LMAO 😭

Nooo they censored the cock again 😔😔😔

DO IT QWEEN 💅

STOP SAYING SHE'S GONNA FUCK THE CLONE

"I'm exciteddddd" "ok."

Chapter 14

You just hate seeing a girlboss win

She truly is amaizing

Also i just realized spirits have been showing up since the first book so this isn't so crazy lol

MF HOW IS THAT GONNA HELP 😭😭😭

THE LITTLE BUBBLES AND SPARKLES... I BET HE DID 🥺

Chapter 15

WHY ARE HIS TITS SO ROUND AND FAT GODDAMN IT,,, 😳😖

Glad seeing some things never change

He looks so much like Jun

IGSITSURAURZES EPICCC

Someone question if Yujiro knew how too write obsessed,,,

Chapter 16

Goddamn it you got even older in the past 3 or so chapters bro

Mouth to mouth soul transference

OHHH

HIS EYEBROWS FELL HOW IGDUTSITDIYDIGD

Some mf got turned on by this HELP 😭

Chapter 17

I love how Yujiro and Hana are still getting ready to throw hands while this happens lol

Okay yeah that was super disrespectful honestly, guy is having a chat :/

HAHAGSJAHA obsessed

God i thought it was Hana the one grabbing some random lady for a second AFDJSJSSJS

He cute af ngl

POOR GUY MUST BE SO CONFUSED OMFG,,,

Fsr I'm surprised he can talk, like it should be obvious but in all the fanart i saw he never said a word, also, he's so damn respectful 😍

Chapter 18

Idk he was never that clever /hj

Hehehe blood

I love how John can only sit that way

The size of his balls lmao

Coward won't even fight with his dick out smh :/

God he mad cute-

Chapter 19

I MISS THE DEATH ROW FELLAS FUCKKK

Hm i think this random tiny bald man is not Tokugawa but someone that looks awfully similar to him

YEAH NO SHIT I FEEL SO BAD FOR HIM, HE MUST BE SO DAMN OVERWHELMED

Apparently there was a cameo, i don't know enough about anime to know or care

Chapter 20

He's tripping balls

Tokugawa should have gone a bit slower with this poor guy, this is like a lot to process at once <:/

Nvm he's doing better than me

Oydirsusefs look at himmm

WAIT A FUCKING SECOND OMFG DIDN'T DOPPO FIGHT THIS GUY?!

SOMEONE ELSE RECOGNIZED HIM HE ISSS

Chapter 21

OHDIRAYEASURRSUURS HE DOESN'T KNOWWW FFS

Musashi be like °_°

LOOK AT THAT SMILE LMAO

He's just chilling, mentally killing this dude

Murder baby

Chapter 21

The way his eyes are drawn is so cool

YRAURSUFSIDTGA

And he jokes too! Wow I'm in love 😍

(nsfw) CAN YOU HANDLE DICK LIKE THAT TOO? 😍

WOW

I TAKE BACK THAT QUESTION

I remember a show where you would bring your own knives and swords and go thru a bunch of test, Musashi should have been one of them

Mf truly is like :]

I love how he didn't buy it

I can't wait for him to fight Yujiro 😍

Chapter 23

He truly is 😌

ATFJAIDQYSF OBSESSED

He was happy this time at least, 5 times he lost already btw

Tokugawa truly in unhateable lmao

Chapter 24

IM SORRY, HIS LEG???

Oh I forgot Musashi does that

JAGSKSGSKSGS HIS FUCKING FACE I CAN'T 😭

I miss when translators would add notes i don't want to google shit myself :/

"I'm hard as rock" /j

Chapter 25

Look how happy he issss

MUSASHI POG MUSASHI POG-

I love how Tokugawa can't believe he got it first try and it's trying to lie now sjdakdyv

This mf is actually making me insane what the actual fuck i don't know what he has but he's gonna make me act up 😳

Mf be shadow boxing too dammit /j

Baki please

Chapter 26

OLD MAN JUST WANTS A PUBLIC TO SEE THIS LMAO

Look at the size of Baki's eyes holy fuck lmao

He's gonna yeet him!

OH NOOOO

FIRST HIS DAD NOW MUSASHI, THIS GUY CANT CATCH A BREAK LMAO

Chapter 27

How little time passed? They have barely moved

Yeah you did it last book too Baki

King shit

Chapter 28

AKSGSKGSJSGS KING

I love how he only now realized

Okay no he has a point

I love how he just calls him boy

Look at that smug face

I trust Musashi but at the same time he, really should be walking around this new world alone. Now, if i were to accompany him... 🥴/j

Baki please

Chapter 29

I love how soft the artstyle suddenly got, like if done big a big brush

Yujiro you just insulted every single anime character in history

Baby Baki's just like "Ok."

I like how Yujiro looks here

AUGHHJF HE'S SO BABY 🥺

HOHO badass

Chapter 30

He died 😔

Idiot hasn't even beat he 0.5 reaction seconds lmao 🤣

HOHOOOOO?!? 👁️👁️

"my curiosity exceed my fear!!" I RESPECT THIS MAN SO MUCH??

Chapter 31

AMAIZING HONESTLY

Fighter to fighter communication

SHIT LOOK AT THE STATE OF THAT HAND

He's just gone now LMAO

I honestly don't mind Baki being weak against this, he never fought against a two handed swordman, this is new territory

Chapter 32

Oh his really tripping balls now this is why he shouldn't be alone

NVM HE'S STILL DOING BETTER THAN ME ON A DAILY BASIS, I HAVE A LOT TO LEARN FROM THIS MAN

I just now realized he's barefoot

Nice ass king

The policemen are quite nice

He's very cooperative but i can't blame the cops either

Chapter 33

Yeah no shit that must be so insane

IF YOU HADN'T DROPPED OFF SCHOOL THEN...

That's kinda funny but idk man he's right i think

He's just like :3

I love how he isn't picking up a fight out of malice but rather just instinct like, he can't understand shit that is going on

YOU ARE SO RIGHT BAKI IT ISN'T BORING FOR ME EITHER

Chapter 34

Don't you fucking dare shave him Itagaki

It's funny how it took 2 books and a half for Baki to start being a protagonist

Holy fuck did Baki add height or is Miyamoto that big?

Wow how perfect i ran out of space just now!! Having fun with this book ngl :]

[saxxxology]

Cosmo Says - 2

PAIRING: Sam Winchester x Reader, Dean Winchester x Reader WARNINGS: smut: p/v sex, oral sex, some dom/sub themes, eventual threesome, exploration of kinks, and more NOTE: Do not save or repost my work without my consent. I don’t tag for spoilers, so feel free to message me with any questions you have. This work is 18+ only.

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Sam’s phone buzzes in his pocket. Tugging it free, he unlocks the screen and goes right to the chat string. There’s a new message from you. Odd, considering you hate texting and would rather call than send a—

Oh.

> i’ve always thought about your cock ;) 

His blood turns hot. It’s been a while since he’d gotten a text like this, the last time he’d done this sort of thing, he’d been left hanging and given up. That was a while ago. 

In the four years you’ve been with them you’ve all seen each other in the near-nude quite a bit, after walking in on showers, clothing changes, sex, everything. He thinks ‘well, I've always thought about your tits’ as a silent reply, but changes it at the last minute.

< What about it?

Your little chat bubble pops up, wavering back and forth for several long seconds before a message finally pops up. 

> how it looks. how it feels.

He chuckles to himself, ignoring Dean’s nagging “what is it” and attempt to lean over and get a peek at whatever’s amused his little brother. Dean only earns himself a muttered “fuck off” as Sam taps on the keyboard.

< You’re telling me this just now? Why?

> cosmo said sexting is good ;)

Ahhh, yes, of course. You’ve been indulging in that damn magazine again. Might as well entertain while he’s into it.

< On the road. Want a pic later?

> yes, please :)

He smirks to himself as his dick gives an interested twitch. 

< Are you gonna treat me, too?

> if you’re good. drive safe. 

“What was that about?”

Sam turns his phone over. His cheeks are bright red, he’s sure of it. “What was what?”

“Somethin’ got you happy,” Dean makes a grab for the phone, somehow keeps the Impala straight on the road, and misses as Sam yanks his device out of his brother’s reach. 

“Fuck you,” he retorts, grinning despite himself. 

“Was it Y/N?”

“Yeah.”

Dean narrows his eyes. “She okay?”

“She’s fine.” Sam clears his throat and stares out the window, trying to will his dick to stand down. He’s seen your tits on several occasions, the most notable being when he’d walked in on you touching yourself under the covers, rolling a nipple between your fingers with a hand apparently between your legs. The memory always comes to him when he needs it, and it never fails to do its job. 

“Anything juicy?”

Sam’s throat goes dry. “What?”

“She got anything on the case,” Dean clarifies.

“Uh, no.” Sam makes a show of checking his phone again, as if you might have sent something relevant to their travels. “She, uh, just wanted to check in.”

Dean relents, but gives his brother a shifty look as they continue down the long, empty stretch of road. 

They pull into a motel just after six. Dean sticks around long enough to drop his stuff, use the bathroom, and takes off for the closest bar. Sam takes advantage of the fact that he’s alone to throw the lock on the door and stretch out on his bed, phone in hand. The lure of privacy finally overwhelms him, and he shoves his jeans down his thighs, gathering his cock in one hand as he shoots you a message.

< Hey

You reply within seconds. 

> what you got for me?

Sam grins and strokes himself firmly, getting himself hard and ready. 

< Gimmie a minute

> can’t get it up?

< Feel free to help.

> mmm i can wait ;)

You’re relaxing in bed, phone in hand. Sam’s little chat bubble keeps popping up and dissapearing, and you can’t tell if he keeps fucking up the camera or not. 

> I’m sending this on Snapchat

You roll your eyes. Of course, he’s paranoid about Dean getting into his phone. 

< i’m waiting

After a good five minutes, a little yellow notification pops up on your screen. A thrill of excitement makes its way through your stomach, and you open the app and scroll to the fresh chat string.

Holy goddamn. 

He’s thick and long, flushed dark and glistening at the tip. Gripping himself at the base, held between his thumb and index finger. He’s shaved clean, or waxed, and you feel heat swirl between your legs at the thought of what he might feel like inside you. A quick screenshot lights up your screen, and you smile when Sam’s text comes through.

> Screenshot? Really?

You giggle, typing back. 

< i liked it. keep touching yourself.

> Wasn’t planning on stopping

< video?

> Hang on

You set your phone down to wait and quickly undress, getting comfortable on the bed as the anticipation builds. When another Snaptchat notification pops up, you slide a hand between your legs, teasing your clit as you open the video, volume on high. 

“Oh, fuck…” Sam’s breathy moan echoes through the receiver as the camera focuses on his cock. His hand’s moving steadily up and down, twisting around the head. You lose yourself in it, watching closely as his abs tighten, hips moving up so he can fuck up into his fist. 

The video only lasts a good fifteen seconds before it times out, and you let your head fall back onto the pillow as you try to process the heated glory of what you’ve witnessed. 

> Enjoy?

You raise your phone up to type a quick reply.

< yes - more?

> Define more.

< i want to see you cum

The next ten minutes are filled with the sound of Sam’s moaning on repeat in your head as you stroke and touch and rub yourself. You won’t cum quite yet—you’re just amping yourself up.

When your phone vibrates, you’re quick to snatch it up and scroll to the new message.

It’s almost a minute of Sam just panting and grunting, the phone angled down by his hip so you can see his cock aimed up towards his stomach. His fingers tighten, loosen, pumping up and down until he lets go with a strangled grunt and several drawn-out sighs as he spurts thick, white ropes of cum onto his abs. The video cuts off before he’s truly done, but you’re left satisfied as you shoot him a text with trembling fingers.

< messy boy ;)

> Haha. Can I see you now? Please?

Such a gentleman. 

< what do u want to see?

Sam takes a hot minute to wipe himself clean before replying. He knows exactly what he wants to see. 

< How wet are you?

> really wet

< Show me.

 He sits back against the headboard, breath held as he waits. As soon as the little chat notification pops up, he opens the image and lets out a long, drawn-out moan at the sight of your middle finger, shiny with slick and nestled between the bare lips of your pussy. He’s so engrossed in the image that he forgets to snap a screenshot and asks for a second. 

You send it without question, this one where you’ve got two fingers pressed down over your clit and Sam can see the soft pink inside of your cunt, flushed and swollen and shiny…

< I want to be inside you so bad is all he can manage to text you as his cock gives a solid twitch. 

> mmm maybe when u get back…

Sam’s mouth waters at the thought, and he’s halfway through typing a reply when you send a follow up that makes his cock perk up in his boxers.

> i bet cumming on your dick would feel real good

Sam rubs a palm over his thigh—he can’t remember the last time he got hard twice in a row… 

< Are you touching yourself?

> yeah

< Show me.

He slides a hand inside his boxers, stroking slowly as he waits. 

It’s well worth it: your legs are spread wide, two fingers swirling on your clit. He can see your cunt squeezing around nothing, and debates if it’s worth asking you to use one of the toys he knows you have. 

< Good girl… make yourself cum for me.

The next video, like his, takes a while to come through. He continues to rub and stroke himself, more intent on alleviating the pressure between his legs rather than having another orgasm. He wonders how warm and tight you’d be on him—it’s been a while since he got his dick wet and he’d be lying if he said his jackoff sessions the last few weeks have totally not been drenched in thoughts of you riding him, grabbing at him and begging for him...

His phone buzzes, and he bites down on his lower lip as he opens the video. 

Fucking. Hell.

It’s two minutes of your hips rolling, thighs trembling, moans changing in pitch and intensity. Sam pinpoints the exact moment when your orgasm peaks: you let out a long, high-pitched cry of pleasure as your body convulses, and he can tell that you’re fighting to keep your legs spread long enough for your shaky video to capture the rest of it.

By the time the recording ends, Sam’s ready to bust hands-free. He pulls his hand from his cock and replies, breathing through his nose as he fights to keep some form of self-control. 

< Gorgeous. 

> next time i cum, i want you inside me.

Sam groans, shifting uncomfortably as he types a reply.

< We’ll be back by the end of the week. Think you can wait that long?

> yes

< I wanna taste you. 

> you can ;)

Sam licks his lower lip, desperate to find some relief. He needs a shower, anyway, he can take more time in there. 

< Gonna clean up and get to bed. You all good back there?

> got cosmo to hold me down until u get back. send me a pic in the morning?

< Of what?

> you know. goodnight.

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[umbraja]

Body Hair Positivity: Good or Gross?

It’s been a trend lately to embrace a more diverse image of beauty. Freckles and muffin tops, dark skin and curly hair, scars, tattoos, unusual proportions, crooked teeth, pretty much anything is supposed to be accepted under the banner of Body Positivity. 

But what about body hair?

And I’m not just talking about armpits or legs. I also mean unusual body hair. The kind people don’t talk about. The kind women aren’t “supposed” to have: chest hair, happy trails, beards, back hair. The kind that doctors call hirsutism and is often associated with hormonal imbalances from things like Polycystic Ovary Syndrome, Cushing Syndrome, medication side effects, menopause, or even just genetics. It affects somewhere between 5%-10% of women depending on the region surveyed but may be higher as it can often go undiagnosed.

It’s not like we’re taught how healthy body hair should look.

Humans have been removing body hair since before recorded history. Archaeologists have found evidence of early humans using clam shells and shark teeth to remove body hair. Ancient Egyptians are well known for their full body waxes. Ancient Greeks considered it “uncivilized” for a woman to have pubic hair. Roman boys celebrated their entry into manhood with a mandatory first shave. And medieval European Ladies plucked daily to remove all hair from their brows, temples, and neck - some even plucked their eyelashes. The “New World” was no stranger to body hair removal either. Thomas Jefferson, and many others, wrote of some Native Americans’ depilatory obsession.

“With [Native Americans] it is disgraceful to be hairy on the body. They say it likens them to hogs. They therefore pluck the hair as fast as it appears.” - Thomas Jefferson, Notes on the State of Virginia

In the non-native US, body hair removal wasn’t really a big thing until the 20th century when we did a complete 180 on the subject. Before that Puritan values made sure that most body hair was covered by clothing so few bothered to remove it since no one was gonna see what was under all that cloth. Now recent studies say that 93 to 99 percent of American women regularly remove their body hair, making it one of our most widely practiced beauty norms. Girls as young as 10 are pressured into shaving, waxing, plucking, threading, anything to remove errant hairs as soon as they start to sprout. Refusal to do so leaves us open to bullying, both on the playground and in the office. Visible body hair can cost a woman jobs, promotions, and relationships so most of us remove it, no matter the cost. Which one study worked out to be more than $10,000 over the course of her life for the average American woman who shaves. If she waxes instead the bill goes over $23,000.

So what happened?

“Where eighteenth-century naturalists and explorers considered hair-free skin to be the strange obsession of indigenous peoples, Cold War-era commentators blithely described visible body hair on women as evidence of a filthy, ‘foreign’ lack of hygiene.” - Rebecca Herzig, Plucked, a History of Hair Removal

The driving forces behind hair removal in America are the same three that cause most of the nation’s problems: greed, sexism, and racism. Let’s go in chronological order. 

As the “Age of Enlightenment” began to secularize European politics, Imperialists needed a new excuse to justify their expansion into non-European territory. Naturalists like the still famous Charles Darwin handed them pseudoscience. It’s debatable whether or not these naturalists intended their work to be used as the foundation for white supremacist ideology that still plagues us today but there’s no question about how racists interpreted it. They saw evolution as a line that went from ape through colored people and ends at Aryan. Real science tells us that’s not at all correct and if anyone is closer to cave man it’s white people who often have Neanderthal in their DNA. But they didn’t have genetic sequencers back then so they used physical traits to “prove” it instead. Part of this was a gross mischaracterization that body hair could be used to determine a person’s place within the line of human evolution. They claimed people with coarse, dark hair were closer to apes and those with thin, light hair were more evolved. Guess who picked up on that concept in the 20th century.

Darwin further complicated matters in his attempt to explain why some white people were hairier than some indigenous populations by associating hairiness with evolutionary backsliding and mental illness.  

“[Hairiness in Europeans] is due to partial reversion; for characters which have been at some former period long inherited are always apt to return. We have seen that idiots are often very hairy, and they are apt to revert in other characters to a lower animal type.” - Charles Darwin, The Descent of Man

Other scientists and even medical experts of the time ran with this idea and before long the educated elite considered hairiness (along with other non-Aryan traits) to be a symptom of disease, insanity, and criminal violence. The uneducated masses were more familiar with freak show displays of unusually hairy people as “missing links” to our primate ancestors. Both cases considered having body hair to be a very bad thing. They’re also very bad science and not at all true.

Despite these very strong, racist feelings about body hair, it still wasn’t common for American women to remove it beyond the upper lip, neck, jaw, or between the eyebrows. Most women don’t have much hair there and those that did rarely had time or money to invest in removing it. Also they wouldn’t be caught dead admitting they had to so historical records might not be accurate about how many women actually plucked. For the first half of American history peach fuzz and other light hair was seen as normal and clothes covered the rest. But the 20th century not only saw women wearing less cloth and showing more skin it also saw them calling for gender equality. Critics of women’s liberation often accused suffragettes of sexual inversion - aka acting too much like men, which they saw as an abhorrent threat. To really drive this point home they often depicted women’s rights activists as being hairy, thus politicizing our pits. Pair this with the “hygiene” movement’s embrace of already mentioned racist views on body hair and you have a recipe for weaponized shame.

“Self-consciousness brings timidity, restrained action and awkwardness. The use of Del-a-tone relieves the mind from anxious watchfulness of movement.” - 1919 Del-a-tone depilatory advertisement

Enter Capitalism. Producers of hair removal products wanted to up sales so they did the exact same thing that was done with every other beauty product on the market - shame women into buying their stuff. It’s debatable if this was motivated purely by greed, in an attempt to reach an untapped market, or if the resulting gender oppression was intentional but men were spared of this aggressive shaming (until recently at least). Women, on the other hand, were flooded with advertisements for body hair removal products. From the first “razor for women” in 1915 to 21st century laser hair removal ads, women are constantly being reminded of our body hair. It doesn’t take a genius seeing ads that call smooth skin “attractive” or “sanitary” to extrapolate the opposite - that body hair is ugly, and dirty. A series of ads for Del-a-tone depilatory products even called it “necessary” for sleeveless fashion and suggests that not using their product will lead to social anxiety. Pair that with only ever using shaved models in all of fashion advertising and you send a pretty clear message: female body hair is something to be ashamed of. Advertising works. Now most American women actually feel gross if they’ve missed a shave, despite body hair being perfectly natural and not at all dirty. This disgust is so strong it has even bled over into an aversion toward male body hair which has seen a sharp decline in popularity since the shaggy chested disco days. Now men are being inundated with “manscaping” advertisements and expectations of manicured if not completely removed body hair.

So that’s the background but where’s this going?

While female body hair removal is firmly ingrained in western beauty standards, a new generation of women are rebelling against those ideals - body hair included. Recent studies have shown a shift in body hair trends among young women. Only 77% percent of women 16 to 24 reported regularly shaving their pits in 2016 and 85% shaved their legs, down from 95% and 92% respectively just two years prior. Since then we’ve started to see models, celebrities, and everyday women with unshaven pits and hairy legs. Body positivity campaigns have even gotten a few advertisers to include body hair in their ads. Now you can see razors actually shaving hair from women’s bodies instead of inexplicably running over baby smooth skin. 

Women have always told ourselves that hair removal is a choice but we’ve never before been encouraged to choose not doing it. Instead we’ve been brainwashed to think it’s dirty and disgusting and that no one will accept us for being hairy. Today’s young woman is actually presented with a choice, “to shave or not to shave” and a lot of them are choosing not to. Which is great news for people like me who have hirsutism and are sick of being shamed for how nature made us. 

But we’ve still got a very long way to go before I can be confident that my neck beard won’t hold me back both socially and professionally. A lot of the women who have publicly displayed body hair in recent years have come under attack by people calling them various shades of “gross” and some have even been sent death threats. It’s one thing for a rich and famous Hollywood movie star to take that kind of risk but for an autistic office worker living in a conservative backwater that’s a whole different game.

Whatever your thoughts and feelings on body hair, America still hasn’t escaped the shame of the last hundred years. Women are still very much judged for being hairy. A lot of people still think it’s gross. I’m not one of them but I’m full of unpopular opinions.

[thorinthehottotty]

Peach Fuzz - Fíli Drabble

A/N: It's Fíli Friday, I need to get uo in an hour for work and I've spent an hour trying to get back to sleep. Figured I'd give one of the babies some more attention.

Summary: Fíli teases you about being hairless and you inform him you are very much not so. When he doesn't believe him, you decide to prove it and he's shocked by how soft your skin is.

Warnings: Fluff

"Kíli, what's the matter?" I ask him when he's uncharacteristically quiet. I scoot my bed roll closer. No one's asleep yet. It's the after dinner time that everyone tells stories.

"Nothing," he offers, unconvincingly.

"He's just mad because Nori mentioned his beard. He'll pout for days." Fíli explains, despite his slightly teasing tone, I hear the note of seriousness in it. He nudges his brother gently.

"What about your beard?" I ask, turning fully to the absolute baby. He turns his chocolate pools to me and I think I feel the breaking of my heart at the insecurity there. It makes rage fill my belly and I push up to knee, rolling up my sleeves. "You tell me right now. I'll straighten this out."

Kíli cracks a weak smile. "I don't really have one. He called me beardless."

"Sweet pea," I coo softly, leaning forward to cup his face gently. Fíli blinks in surprise at the fond action. I don't catch the wave of jealousy. "Let me take a look. I see stubble all across your face... No patches missing, so it's nice and even. Even your mustache connects with the rest. It's not long, but it looks pretty full to me. Hardly beardless if you ask me." Kíli's eyes sparkle at my words, filled with hope and his cheeks take a pink hue to them.

"I'm surprised someone as hairless as you can point out features in a beard," Fíli jokes, lounging across his own bedroll.

"I'm not an elf, I have hair, dammit."

"Where? I don't see a beard." His eyes glitter mischevious. I'm hardly offended by it. He's just trying to raise his brothers spirits a bit more by teasing me.

"Women don't usually have typical 'beards', in your terms." This sparks actual intrest in there eyes. "I know a lot of women who have sideburns and mustaches they try to hide." This makes both boys drop their jaws.

"Hide them! Why on earth!?" Kíli demands.

"Our culture can be pretty harsh at times. A lot of women feel pressured to shave as much of their body hair as possible because it's concidered unattractive to a lot of men." My explination has them gaping, angry looking.

"You're kidding!"

"Nope. We've developed a lot of different ways to remove hair in my world."

"You don't have to!" Fíli gasps.

"Have to what?"

"Shave for us." I frown, confused. I hadn't shaved in weeks. It was a bit strange.

"I...I haven't. Not in a weeks. It's a bit odd, won't lie." He frowns back, so does Kíli.

"Then where is all this body hair?" He demands. I crack a grin at him.

"It's all blonde, Fí. Most of it's peach fuzz."

"Peach fuzz?" He repeats.

"Yeah, kind of like baby hair. Thin and soft. You have to look close. Look at my arm!" I push it towards him and he smirks, lifting an amused eyebrow at me. He takes my outstretched arm in his hands and leans down, tilting his head in surprise.

"Mahal damn me, there is a bit."

"That's the longer stuff. I'm literally covered in hair. Even my face. You might be able to see it if you back it with the fire." I shift my tunic off my shoulder and move in between the fire. The brothers lean closer and we've picked up attention from many of the others who are watching in amusement.

"Those are the smallest hairs I've ever seen! They're invisible!" Kíli gapes. It makes me grin and laugh at him.

"Exactly!"

"What's the point of shaving it if you can't see it?" Fíli asks.

"I don't shave my shoulders. Not really my arms either. Just really where the hair is coarser. Legs, under arms... That sort of thing." They exchange glances. "What?"

"Really, Nina. You shouldn't shave for these standards." Fíli's worried face makes me snort.

"Pft. The only one who sees it is me. I shave because of how it feels, not to look pretty." This shocks them both. In fact it shocks most of the company. There is a moment of silence before they begin to roar in protest. "Calm down! I'll explain!" I laugh, turning toward everyone as they reluctantly stop their hollars of horror.

"Now, like I said, I don't shave for other people, I shave for me. It's pretty common where I'm from. Some women shave their legs, underarms, arms, groin, any thing below the head is free game. Even bellies. I am incredibly fair haired already so I don't have the same stress that a lot of women with darker hair do, in fact I have a low amount compaired to most women." I explain, this has them sitting forward eagerly. Pulling at the leg of my pants has them looking a bit uncomfortable but the brothers eagerly lean in. "See, even my leg hair is patchy."

"That's so strange. I've never seen that."

"You said its been weeks? That's longer than weeks."

"I think men have faster growing hair then you guys. Give me another month and it'll be grown back in." Fíli squints at the leg then shrugs.

"Anyway, I like to shave, given the oppertunity!" I announce. "Since this hair is coarser than the rest it feels a bit strange. When I shave it smooths the skin out and makes them soft and shiny. That's pretty much it." I feel the judgement off a select few who obviously find that to to be the dumbest reason alive to possibly do that.

"You're saying you shave to make yourself soft?" Fíli asks, not quite comprehending.

"Do you wanna feel?" I offer.

"Alright." I reach for the back of my (Fíli's) tunic and drag it up, making both boys gape.

"It's just my back. Besides, it's for educational purposes." I grin, dragging it over my head. My front is still covered but the flesh of my back and the straps of my bar are exposed completely. I peak back when they hesitate.

"You're sure?"

"Yes, it's fine!" I laugh. Finally, I feel a hand, warm to the touch, brush over my back. Then a second one.

"Incredible! Your skin is so soft!" Kíli gapes with excitement. Now the other dwarves are leaning in, curious. It makes me beam. They had their hair, I had my skin.

"So you only shave your legs?" Ori asks.

"My legs and underarms are usually it."

"What else do you shave?" Bofur asks. I give an awkward chuckle.

"Uhh... How do I..." It's hard to find a term when I have Fíli still softly stroking my back with his thumbs.

Dwalin's eyes widen and he glances down the front of himself. "How!?" He demands loudly. The shock of his reaction has me in tears. I cover my mouth as I find myself rolling into the crown prince laughing. He apparently had sat up and scooted directly behind me.

"It's not easy!" I call through my laughter. Horror filled the faces of those around us. "We have specific razors and shaving products to help prevent nicks and razor burns. Plus there are other ways too, waxing it is popular." I explain when they all cringe away. Fíli's hands have moved to my shoulders, gently stroking the skin benieth my tunic. I flash him a grin.

"Do you like it?"

"Can't say I'd ever try it."

"Not waxing, you dingus. My skin." He blinks in surprise, his cheeks flushing a bit.

"It's very nice. So soft." He nearly whispered the last part.

"Good, keep going, your hands are warm."

[a-memory-of]

After leaving that morning once she had made sure Ruran at least had a bite of breakfast, Ellere Valahan had promised to return later that evening with the balm she had spoke of. It was just getting dark by the time a knock came at his door before she tested the handle.

The door opened easily; the once overly secretive knight had become more absent-minded as the days went on. The aether remained thick in the air. It was good she had gotten away for several bells, else she would have been at risk for headaches and minor aethersickness. Ruran Vas was not in the front room, and there was some soft noise coming from his bedroom.

Ellere frowned at the unlocked door, remember how he once kept it so firmly locked and warded. But she slipped in quietly, shutting (and locking) it behind her. The aether was palpable, and she was already worried. "Ruran dear?" she called out, before the sound drew her to his bedroom door. She tapped her knuckles gently on the wooden frame, "I'm back."

"I am in here," came a voice muffled behind the door, answering with a rather obvious statement to a question that had not been asked. Should she open the door, she would find Ruran standing in front of his desk. Wood shavings littered across the counter-top and down at his feet. A small statuette of Azeyma had been carved--a woman holding a fan and a balance, or at least the rough approximation of one--and stood on the counter top near Ruran. He was already starting on another carving, this block of wood still fairly fresh. He quietly murmured to himself.

Ellere opened the door, smiling that at least he seemed engaged in something, rather than alone and silent on his bed. "Look at you," she praised, eyes finding his little project. "She looks radiant." As she moved closer, one hand rose up and settled on his back, the other dug in her bag for a small jar. "I brought you the balm. And I have a bit of good news, if you'd like to hear." Ruran hardly looked away as she entered, but he seemed aware of her presence. "It does not do Her justice," he mumbled, turning his hand to continue carving a curve. His back was still quite warm, to be expected. At her touch, his focus seemed to finally pull away, and he looked toward her bag. "Good news..?" "Mm," she nodded, setting the jar on his table. But she also drew out an envelope. There was no lettering on the front though there was a wax seal on the back that had already been broken. Ellere passed it to him, and if he looked closer he might note the stamp was a swordfish. "I called in that favor I spoke of as well. 'Tis why I was a bit later coming today." "Favor..." He was hesitant to put down his carving knife and wooden block, but he did and retrieved the envelope. Part of him had already forgotten what the favor was, but the stamp of the fish seemed to stir something in him. He opened it up to see what was inside.

Inside was what appeared to be a simple contract, stamped with the same swordfish insignia as the wax seal on the outside. At a glance, he could likely figure what it was. It spoke of paid passage for an Ellere Valahan, and guest, to the Pearl Isles. It listed the ship name, pier number, and was signed by a man by the name of Eddard Crowther. 

"Some time ago I tended his son in my clinic, he had an accident and nearly lost his leg. Eddard was quite adamant in paying me far more gil than needed, which I declined. However... well. I did remember he has a fine ship, a merchant vessel, and he is a man that will not ask questions of you."

Ruran read the paper over carefully. Twice, since he was certain he had lost focus a time or two along the way the first time. The stone at his chest flickered, a rather rare thing despite the circumstances. He was quiet for a long moment. "This is...very generous," he began, his words slow as he worked his way through them. "I...have been thinking, perhaps you..." His words trailed off as he stared down at the ticket.

“Hm?” she blinked, looking up to him as he trailed off. It was not the reaction she expected, though, the way he was now, she was not certain what she really did expect. Ellere continued after a moment, giving him time to perhaps find the words he wanted to say. “He will be in port for the next sennight, though I did say we would likely not need so much time to prepare. So,” she paused, leaning forward a bit to offer him a smile. 

“You need but say the words, dear, and we’ll be on our way.”

"You are in danger, Ellere," he said softly, keeping his eyes down. "Around me, as I am. Surely you have felt it." His brows furrowed behind the mask, his eyes still occasionally shimmering with gold. "You should...--you should stay. I am capable of doing this." By myself, he didn't say.

Her smile slipped, and her brows furrowed in confusion. Then she shook her head, “Absolutely not. Do not talk nonsense, Ruran. Capable or not, why should you do this alone? How many times must I say that we walk this path together.”

Ruran's free hand reached up and rubbed at his head. He barely knew how to think, let alone how to explain, or how to convince her. "Please trust me." His voice held a frown, and his shoulders fell. "You must...stay away from me." The words didn't feel right, but there they were.

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With @weepingknight​

“Ruran,” she shook her head again, taking a step forward and trying to guide his shoulders to face her. Her hands squeezed, almost desperately, for a moment. “Ruran, what has gotten into you? I am not going with you because I do not trust you. You are not going to hurt me, and I can take care of myself.” Ruran turned with her hands, still avoiding eye contact, though that was not difficult to do with how his gaze was prone to become distant. "Please... I-I can do this. Cradled--I do not need to be...cradled." He didn't seem to have much more to say, his position weak from the start, and the purpose behind them still unknown.

“I am not cradling you,” Ellere was firm, but her voice still held no hint of anger. “I do not mean to. I know you can do this. I do. Ruran, I believe in you more than you know.” Her hands were still held tight to his shoulders, and she dropped her eyes a moment. “You are strong and brave. But… I’m not.” She paused again, eyes still down.

“I cannot- I cannot watch someone else walk away. I cannot watch someone… die without being there, not knowing I did everything in my power. That there was no other way. Please, Ruran… just let me stay with you a little longer.” Ruran's head tilted in a way that suggested he would speak, but he didn't. He swallowed thickly and looked down. "I...I want you to be there--I do..." His feet fidgeted, and he began to mutter. The soft words hid behind the mask, but grew audible the more he spoke. "--what is easy, what is right. How am I to know..? Everything is more than I thought. Nothing is easy, and now he will be cross with me--with her, and I don't know what to do..." 

He was talking to himself perhaps, or Ari'doram, or one of the hundred other voices in his head.

Ellere looked up at that, brows furrowing again as she caught bits and pieces of one side of a conversation.  Knowing he wanted her there was enough, whatever else they could work through. Her hands dropped from his shoulders to find his hands instead. “Who will be cross with you?” He had never referred to Ari’doram as such, which despite everything was her first guess. “Is someone telling you to go alone?”

Ruran looked up, nearly forgetting where he was. The stone flickered. His head shook. "N-no, not alone... ...My mentor," he answered reluctantly. "He has been teaching me--meditations, ways to keep myself from slipping away..." His gaze moved to the wood whittling tools for a moment.

Frowning, Ellere shook her head slightly. He had never spoken of a mentor before, nor did it fully explain why he had said what he had. "That is all well and good. But this mentor is the one who said I should stay behind? And who will be cross with you if I do not?"

He nodded once, his calloused fingers idly reaching to touch the half-whittled block in front of him. "Yes. He...knows much more than I. About Azeyma, Qarn, perhaps...even about Ari'doram." His brows furrowed, committing more now to divulging more information. "He told me to let none come with us, and he was...quite insistent."

"Ruran," she reached for his hands again, gently covering his as it touched the wood. "I made a promise to you, that I would be there. That I would see this through with you. If you wish for me to be there," she gave a small squeeze, looking down before trying to find his eyes again. 

"Or anyone else, for that matter. No one should tell you no. This mentor of yours is welcome to come with us. But he should not be standing in your way. Pardon, but I don't much care if he thinks he knows better. If he grows cross, you let me handle it."

Ruran turned his attention toward her, studying the determination in her eyes. His head gave small nods, but a glance toward the floor indicated he didn't seem entirely convinced. "I do not wish for either of you to argue. I told him I would try to convince you...and I did try." His feet fidgeted, and he pinched at the contract in his other hand. "I am grateful for you, Ellere. I pray I do not cause more trouble in all this."

One hand moved up from his and tucked under his chin instead. "Eyes forward, dear. Not on the floor," Ellere reminded him gently. "Remember we must face this with no regrets. Azeyma Herself would have a hard time convincing me my place is not right here, with you. Do not worry so."

Ruran allowed his head to be guided back up, and he met her gaze. A glimmer of gold circled around his irises, but it disappeared without any affect on his demeanor. "You know it is impossible for me not to worry." A frown pulls down his tone.

"As it is with me," she smiled, dropping her hand slowly from his chin and toward her own. Two fingers touched her lips, the beginning of an old gesture that she had not done in some time. Those fingers moved up, touching his mask, "But that is why we also have hope."

[imnotlaughingbro]

Joel Pimentel | The First Time - Part 1 | Fluff & Smut

Note: For @cncogirl18​ You asked for a long one, so I went a bit hard 😂This is to be continued haha. I haven’t even gotten to the sex yet but it’s coming!

Details: 1800+ Words// Italics are a memory // Both you and Joel are virgins and you have agreed to lose your virginity on his birthday. 

Tags: @my-only-angelle​ @dad-ee-drea​ @cncwoah​ @ella-se-vuelve-loca​ @cloudfiveclub​ @emsy55​ @gostosojoel​ @fullprunerebelstatesman​ @savloveschrisandjoel​

This is it. 

It’s his birthday and you both agreed that today would be the day you would both lost your virginity to each other. It’s been months since you’ve agreed and it’s finally come, hopefully if you’re lucky that won’t be the only thing coming tonight. 

You’ve shaved your legs, you’ve gotten a wax and you’ve remembered to slip the bag of condoms in your bag - it brings a smile to your face as you remember the trouble you went through with Joel this morning in order to get this one box of condoms. 

“I don’t think I can do it” Joel whispers with his head tilted to the ground, avoiding eye contact with anyone that walks close. 

“We literally have not walked into the store yet and besides we are fully grown adults and can do what we wish, there is no reason to be embarrassed” You say to him as you intertwine your fingers with his. 

You take a big breath in and practically drag him from the door way into the store. 

Your search for condoms begins as you drag Joel behind you, up, down, up down...Where on earth are these condoms?? 

“We’re going to have to ask someone” you tell him wiping the sweat from your brow...you are actually breaking into a sweat because you had to drag a grown ass man through this store and it’s 100 aisles. 

“What?! No...No...Not doing it, guess it’s not happening tonight then” Joel runs a hand through his dark curls and his eyes start to get that panicked look that he usually reserves for when Christopher pulls out his phone and starts giggling hysterically. 

He turns towards the exit, tugging your hand and then dropping it when he realises that you aren’t budging from your spot. 

“What? What? We can’t find it, princesa. What do you want me to do?” He walks back up to you, a pout forming on his face. 

“Ask someone now” you say and immediately Joel returns back to a hysterical child. 

“You’ve got to be kidding me. I could barely get in the store and you want me to ask someone for...for...” he dramatically leans in to whisper in your ear “condoms”. 

“Joel Pimentel De Leon, if you don’t ask someone right now, then we are never doing it” you cross your arms over your chest to prove your point further. 

You both stare at each other, neither moving as a competition of who is more stubborn begins. People in the store actually have to walk around the two weirdos in the store, both with their arms crossed blocking the aisle. 

A long annoyed sigh comes out of Joel’s mouth and he rolls his eyes at you before holding out his hand. 

You take it in your own, warm and soft, he somehow always has the softest hands. 

You point out the nearest person wearing a uniform and give Joel a prompt shove in the back. 

“Hem...ahemm” Joel clears his throat trying to get their attention. They look Joel up and down and raise their eyebrow at him, waiting for him to speak. 

“D-Do you know where i could find the uhm..the..c-c-c...” 

“Condoms, we are looking for condoms” you jump in and save Joel from himself. 

“Aisle 18 - back corner” the worker points out before returning to his work. 

“Ahh, we must have missed them” you say to Joel as you start looking through the different boxes. 

“Joel, which ones?” you turn your head to look at him and he is using his body to block your own, arms stretched out and his back to you as trys to hide you from anyone - not that anyone would care but still. 

“I don’t know, just hurry” he whispers without even turning to face you. 

“Ayeeee... you need to choose Joel, how am I meant to know? It’s my first time too you know” you whine. 

“Ughh, fine this one” he grabs the first one his hand lands on and takes your own hand and half walks, half runs towards the register. 

You quickly pay before your boyfriend can get any more dramatic and make your way of the store and into his car. 

“Joel, you are so dramatic” you laugh as he leans his head against the steering wheel. 

You proceed to pull the box out to have a proper look and a fit of giggles take over you. Joel turns his head to look at you as you wipe the tears from your eyes from your laugh. 

“Well I hope you are ready for tonight Pimentel” you say as you shove the box under his nose so he can read the description. 

“Special Edition - Every condom a different flavour; Chocolate, Strawberry and many more” he reads out to himself, not yet processing what he was reading. 

You smirk and your heart starts to race as you think about what you will actually be doing tonight. You glance over at Joel and can see he is thinking the same thing because he starts to fidget in his seat, one hand now lowered and resting on his body to hide his hard on. 

You slip on your red lacy bra and matching panties that you bought a few weeks ago and a warm coat before racing out the door, your heart racing with you. 

You arrive to the house and before you can knock on the door, you hear the commotion and laughter from the rest of the boys. The door opens and four hyped up boys run out. 

“AHH YOU LOOK GORGEOUS MAMI” Christopher practically screams, grabbing your hand and spinning you around to do a twirl. 

“He’s been in his room all day so I think he’s pretty wound up” Richard says with a wink. 

“Don’t go too hard on him” Erick says with a laugh before clapping Christopher on the back and they run towards the car. 

Zabdiel lingers behind and presses a kiss to the top of your head with a smile. 

“Call if you guys need anything” he tells you before following the rest. 

You walk up to Joel’s room and inhale a deep breath, hoping it would calm you before knocking on the door. 

“Come in” Joel’s voice muffled by the door. 

You open the door and the sweet smell of candles washes over you. The room is alight with candles scattered across the room and there on his bed, Joel sits, the candle light bathing on his skin creating a warm halo around him. He holds out a hand to you, an invitation, one that you’ve been holding your breath for. 

You walk towards him a slight stumble to your steps before he catches you in his arms, pulling you so that you stand between his legs. He wraps his arms around your waist and presses his head to your chest. 

“Do you like it” he whispers into your chest before standing up to meet his eyes” 

“Joel, it’s beautiful” you tell him back earning a smile from his lips. His fingers find their way under your chin, tilting your head up so you can meet his lips. 

He kisses you softly, slowly at first and when he does, you get lost in it. 

It isn’t until you feel his body press harder against you that you can feel him getting hard through his pants and you remember what you were both here for. You smile into his kiss because you know what your next move is, you lay your hands against his chest before giving him a hard enough push so he falls back onto the bed behind him. 

Joel looks up at you with his lips red and shiny from your kiss, an eyebrow raised in confusion. 

Before you can get embarrassed, you quickly slip off your coat revealing your lingerie to him. 

“wow” he mutters under his breath as his eyes look you over, his tongue dragging over his bottom lip and his hands tightening as he grips the blanket underneath him. 

“It’s your birthday, so..you can choose the flavour” you say before you can take it back. 

“What? Flavour?...Oh flavour” you see him realise what you meant. 

His lips break into a pout and his brows furrow as he thinks and a second later a smile spreads. 

“Strawberry...to match your red clothes” he answers back and with that you turn towards your bag, bending over knowing exactly how he looks to him. 

“God, Mami...You are making this really hard” Joel tells you as you continue to rummage through your bag, your ass wiggling slightly in the air for him. 

You finally get up, thinking you’ve teased him enough to see that he has undressed himself all the way down so he only has his underwear on. 

His legs still on the edge of the bed you walk towards him and get on your knees. His eyes on you the entire time as you take the packet between your teeth to rip it open, the strawberry scent coming through. 

You take the condom and place it between your lips and without a word you try to pull down his underwear. You struggle as his cock is already rock hard. You look back up to Joel and give him a slight nod towards his underwear so he can help you. 

Finally realising you need help, he quickly shuffles his underwear down to his ankles and lays back down. Using one of your hands you rest it against his thigh to stable yourself as you take your other hand to grip the base of his cock. 

A soft hiss comes from his lips when you touch him and you can feel yourself get wetter from all the little noises that come from him. With a quick breath you place your mouth over the tip of his cock, glistening now with his pre-cum and in a smooth motion, you roll the condom over and down his cock with your mouth. 

“fuck...fuck...fuck...” Joel chants quietly to himself, his knuckles white from the grip he has on the blanket, his abs clenched before you as you pull your mouth back up from his cock and move back to look at him. 

[stargazing-enby]

ENHORABUENA POR TU NO-1K SEGUIDORES! 1.1K es mucho más carismático que 1K de todos modos 🤣 And now in English for greater audiences: if this is a sleepover people will eventually change into their pyjamas, and changing clothes is usually a cue to talk about *drumroll* BODY HAIR! Thoughts? Removing it or not, how to do it, why to do it, how is it related or not to your gender identity...

Thoughts: kekqdnnw I LOVE THIS QUESTION! I have a historyTM with body hair and I am passionate and mad and opinionated about it. Long story short, I don't remove it anymore, save for the stray prickly hairs that pop up in weird places of my eyebrows and upper lip.

Why to do it: because you choose to. If you like how it feels, or how it looks, or your skin is too sensitive if you don't remove it, or if you feel good doing it, or even if you're not ready to consider stopping doing it yet, then no one should ever tell you that you can't, or shouldn't, or make you feel guilty about it. The right to decide over your body goes both ways. In fact, it goes every single way.

How to do it: find the method that works best for you! Some people have fine hair and have no trouble shaving, but for some others like me shaved body hair is like having needles growing out of your body. Some people can't use creams because of skin conditions, but for others it may be the quickest, most painless way! Plucking it out sucks because of ingrown hairs, but it lasts longer, so that may be your jam. Just listen to your body and do what feels best for you 😊

And because I like to overshare, here's a little insight into my journey...

I have PCOS and am dark-haired, so I have a LOT of body hair. From age 12 onwards I was bullied, shamed, and told by my family that I had to remove my body hair in order to have other people respect me. One time, I was even physically forced to go to a hairdresser and wax my face after I repeatedly said no, just because "young ladies don't look like that".

I have waxed, shaved, plucked, used creams (that gave me allergic reactions), and tried laser removal. But I mostly shaved, which is why I spent the entirety of my teenage years with my legs covered in hair so prickly it felt like needles — so prickly it physically hurt to walk because the joints between my thighs and butt would grow those hairs every two days and it would sink into my skin with every step. So prickly I couldn't sit with my legs pressed together in summer without wanting to scream.

When I was 17, I started to remove my body hair with laser solely because my parents had planned that for me. They had decided a few years prior that I would shave to make my hair thicker so that the laser would remove all of it forever more quickly and easily. I remember crying out, sobbing from pain, and having the ladies that were doing it laugh at me because "this is something every woman goes through". I remember walking out of those sessions feeling sick, telling my parents that I didn't want that for my body, and feeling like nobody cared, like they thought they knew best.

At 18, after I'd gone through a few laser sessions, I happened to win a poetry contest. They gave me money to spend in this one mall, and because I was DONE, I got myself an epilator and I plucked out the hair of the entirety of my legs (OUCH) several times over the course of 6 months until I could finally let them grow without it feeling like a physical torture.

Then I stored the epilator away, threw out every razor I owned, and never removed my body hair again. Literally.

This was... 3 and a half years ago now, and it was around that time that I figured out I was nonbinary, too. Funnily enough, the two things have absolutely nothing to do with one another for me. I never once thought, "I shouldn't have to do this because I'm not a woman." I thought, "no woman and no person should be forced to do this against their will, and that includes me, as a person society views as a woman. No one should have this right over MY body." For me, having body hair is a human thing, not a gender-dependant thing. So having body hair doesn't give me gender euphoria, the same way as I don't relate the feeling of dysphoria to it not being there. It's a matter of me, my bodily boundaries, and the unearthly amounts of spite I feel against the people who thought they got to make that decision for me. Does that make sense? I hope it answers your last question!

Anyway. Since I stopped removing my body hair, I've learnt a few things. First of all, that the only people who care if you have body hair are high-schoolers and parents. Seriously. No one in university cares at all. No strangers at the beach or in the streets. Only my parents gave a damn — before they came to terms with it, they did beautiful things (/s) such as call me a sheep, "accuse" me of being a closeted trans man, and hide me from their friends when they visited. (It's important to note that my parents have been divorced since I was 11 and don't speak to one another, yet they still managed to act the same about this). Secondly, I've found that the breeze brushing your leg hair when you leave the house in summer feels reeeeally nice. Thirdly, that sweating doesn't itch as much for me, aaand lastly, that when you shoot the shower spray at your leg from different angles you can draw patterns on your leg!

(Also, I completely agree with the beginning of the ask 😎)

[jungxk]

just one

filed under: the fuckboi saga. for @suga-kookiemonster who puts up with me gushing about jungkook on the daily and still hasn’t blocked me ily xoxo

notes: the only guy on campus who’s track record trumped that of your best friend’s - park jimin - was jeon jungkook. not that that was a problem...until he set his sights on you. 

warnings: eventual smut, swearing, bad habits (mentions of drinking, smoking etc)

genre: humour, drama, romance, college!au 

wordcount: 5.4k

part i // part ii // part iii // part iv // part v // part vi // part vii // part viii // part ix // part x

"what did i tell you about calling before midday?" you grumble, but jimin is already pushing his way past you before you can finish the sentence. he takes a gulp of your coffee when he thinks you aren't looking, earning a hearty slap on the arm.

"i have a good reason, i promise," he says, hands raised guiltily. his tee is tucked into his jeans at the front, so unreasonably attractive even at this time in the morning. he flashes you a pleasant smile. "i ran out of milk and your place is closer than the store. also, come to my party tonight."

"fridge door, next to the juice. and no."

"come on, hear me out," jimin starts, but you're already padding back to your room. he uses your groggy state to snake an arm around your waist, yanking you back into him effectively. you've never been a morning person and this isn't the first time he's used that to his advantage. usually you'd be at least mildly aware that you don't even have a bra on, but you're so sleepy you can barely acknowledge how the underside of your breast brushes his forearm. you can only hope the same goes for jimin, who's snuggling into you cutely - the classic puppy dog tactic. "it's not even a party, just me and tae and a few others. bring the girls if you want, we'll order some takeout. super chill."

"that's what you always say," you rub your temples. "and the next thing i know jisoo is throwing up on the side of a car and seulgi's in a fist fight."

"i mean it this time," he smiles again, turning you around like a rag doll to face him. "you never come over anymore! it'll be fun."

"what are you talking about? i was literally there yesterday! we had dinner, remember?" the warmth of jimin's hand pushing you onto the sofa would've made you give in on any other day, but all it does now is make your eyes feel extra heavy, ready to go back to bed. it was always like that with jimin, teetering on the end of touches that could be flirty, could be friendly - you could never really tell. it had been so long now you learned not to question it. besides, jimin was a touchy guy. a social butterfly and all that. he'd grope anything with a heartbeat and you were no exception, best friend or not.

"first of all, eating cereal in my bed while i play fallout is not dinner," he says, carding a hand through his ashy hair as if to make sure you don't forget how handsome he is while he's convincing you. "i found a marshmallow chunk in my pillow case by the way, so thanks for that. but what i mean is, you always work so hard. you deserve a little fun and the last time you came to one of my things was, what? two months ago? it's like you don't like parties!"

"i don't like parties!" you say, folding your arms. "you know this, jimin. especially not the sticky, humid kind. i’m an introvert in disguise, remember?"

"what if i clean? like vacuum and everything?"

"do you even own a vacuum?"

"not the point," he presses his lips together so his cheeks puff out. "i miss you."

you hold back a shit eating grin. "you miss me?"

"yeah," he props his elbow on the back of the sofa to face you. "ever since senior year started, i hardly see you letting loose. and i get that it's not the same as before, i just," your eyes soften and he avoids them vehemently. "whatever. maybe i just miss seeing you all dolled up."

he isn't exactly lying. ironically, you found yourself becoming even more isolated nowadays, especially with graduation looming in the not-so-distant future. ever since you switched your science major to arts, your parents made it abundantly clear that there wasn't a chance in hell they'd support you. financially or otherwise. while not joining your family's long line of doctors and engineers had its perks - the main one being you weren't painfully miserable anymore - it also meant you had nothing and no one to fall back on if your career went tits up. and while overworking yourself with projects and internships in preparation wasn't such a loss since it was a subject you were actually passionate about, jimin was right. too much of anything wasn't good for anyone.

"dolled up, huh..." you say, and he perks up immediately at the resolve slipping in your voice.

"yeah. i forgot what you look like with lipstick on," he peers at you hopefully. because occasional bad habits and fickle personality aside, jimin really did care. and him coming all the way here just to make sure you didn't slip back into how you used to be was testament to that. "and not the skin colour ones, i mean like actual colours."

"they're called nudes."

"and not even the good kind," he huffs, shifting closer because he knows you're about to break. "so? what do you say?"

you look up at him one last time before sighing in defeat. "i'm not bringing jisoo," you say, but he still beams happily. "if she catches tae with his tongue down another girl's throat it's gonna be your birthday party all over again, and i don't have the strength for that. and i'm leaving before midnight. i have an early class tomorrow."

"that's fine!" jimin says with a grin that takes up almost his whole face, soft cheeks glowing. he leans in close enough for you to get a whiff of his comforting, intoxicating cologne. "as long as you can make it."

"just a few friends and takeout, right?" you poke his chest warningly. "nothing crazy?"

he nods. "nothing crazy."

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"yeah, there's no way in hell i'm going," jisoo says around a mouthful of pasta. you're currently all curled up on your bed like always, even though there's a perfectly good living room, not that you mind. ever since your parents kicked you out, having the girls crowded in your room made you feel cosy. less alone. "i'm either gonna clock taehyung into next week or screw him on the porch. i'd rather avoid both instances."

"do you even remember what he did?" seulgi asks, genuinely curious. "i think i was breaking up a cat fight at the time."

"no, you joined in," you correct, but she ignores you.

jisoo chews her food thoughtfully. "i think it was something to do with another girl? julie? jennifer?" she takes another second to think. "to be honest, no not really. but the point is i remember how he made me feel and that's just as important! if not more! but that doesn't matter," she says, training her eyes back on you. she points her fork. "what we should be worrying about is ____."

"you're right," you sigh, burying your face into your koala plushie. "i haven't shaved my legs in like, centuries. i'm considering telling jimin i'm sick, that's how badly i don't wanna deal with it." you rub your scratchy knee against seulgi to prove a point. "see? i'm like a porcupine! getting even one leg bald by tonight is like, a three person job-"

"not that," jisoo says, waving your leg away when you stretch it to her. "i have wax strips in the bathroom, you're fine. what i'm talking about is jimin. i know i say this before every party, but i'm like, a thousand per cent certain he's gonna make a move on you."

even seulgi laughs at that. "here we go again. what are you gonna bet this time? that skirt you ordered came in the mail by the way."

"i'm calling dibs on her new lipstick," you point to the one on her vanity. "jimin broke my brown one! he put the cap on without rolling it down first. i thought it was an accident but after this morning i think maybe the fucker broke my favourite nude on purpose."

"ugh, typical," seulgi shakes her head in disgust. "men are so dumb. don't tell me it was the limited edition one that i got you?"

"it was!" you wail, covering your eyes at the memory. "i actually cried."

"hello!" jisoo claps her hands between the two of you. "can we focus for a second?"

"deciding which of your stuff to steal next is focusing," seulgi offers.

jisoo narrows her eyes. "stop acting like the pair of you won't take my stuff anyway." she turns back to you, her expression looking far more serious than what the conversation permits. "what are you gonna do when jimin confesses to you tonight, hm? should seulgi let him fuck you in the bathroom or do you wanna be cockblocked until he's sober enough to kiss you with no tongue?"

"how about neither?" you sigh. "babe, when are you gonna give all this up and just believe me? me and jimin are friends."

"i'll believe you when it sounds believable!" she huffs. "come on, coming all the way over here to get you to come to his party because he misses you? asking you to get dolled up for him? this is peak fuckboy crush culture, i don't know why you don't want to accept that!"

"because it's jimin!"

"exactly," jisoo looks at you carefully. "it's jimin...can you honestly say you've never thought about it?"

you don't say anything, because you both know the answer. but in your defence, so did everyone. park jimin was gorgeous and friendly and naturally touchy. he always knew the right thing to say and was charming to a fault without even having to try. everyone and their mother thought about him in a romantic context, even you put your hands up to that. you may have briefly entertained the idea back in the beginnings of your friendship but it was quick to pass. even though he was friends with literally everyone, not many people could say they were close to jimin like you, and that made you so happy. there was nothing else to want.

"well, if you ask me, whether he's in love with her or not is irrelevant," seulgi butts in. "i'm not letting that clown near her tonight or any other night until he buys her a new lipstick."

"wow, you're right," jisoo nods, sinking back into the pillows. "forget what i said. cockblock him until he at least coughs up a gift card."

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"just a few friends and takeout, right? nothing crazy?"

"nothing crazy."

"this is crazy," seulgi hisses, hands wringing out your arm defensively when you both pass a couple dry humping on the front porch on the way in. "it's not even that late!" the gush of musky air that hits you both in the face when you walk in is enough to render her speechless after that.

it definitely took some getting used to after a few weeks being cooped up in an art studio or at your desk, but it wasn't something a few drinks couldn't fix. it's only after seulgi wanders off and leaves you to your own devices does taehyung find you in the corridor, with that smile that shows all his teeth, big arms wrapping around your neck so you have no choice but to squish your face into his shoulder.

"____! i thought jimin was lying when he said you'd show up!" he says, manoeuvring you round the corner where the music is a little more muffled. he keeps his hand around you even once he's steadied you, the contact going straight to your head. it didn't help that literally every one of jimin's friends were as beautiful as him. his dark eyes study you carefully, and you know that look. "is jisoo here?"

there it is, you smile to yourself. "not tonight, tae. sorry."

he pouts, fingers tapping patterns on your side. "did you tell her i was sorry? about jennie? it all happened really fast and i..."

"didn't you finger her in the garden?"

"yeah, but she blew me! what else was i supposed to do?"

"tae," you pat his chest soothingly. if it was any other guy you'd be talking in colourful expletives, but taehyung really was a puppy in a boy's body. he had the attention span of a peanut despite meaning well, and you were just a tad too nice to reprimand him for it. at least tonight. "i think you should consider that maybe the jisoo boat has officially sailed. reigning her back in will only do more harm than good, you know?"

"will it though?" he has a twinkle in his eye. which in your experience, is not a good sign.

"that wasn't a challenge, taehyung." you frown.

he winces. you only call him taehyung when you're super serious or super drunk. and since the drink he gave you is still half full it wasn't wise to bank on the latter. you were always sweet, friendly to a fault, but when it came to your girl friends even you had your limits. "okay okay, fine." and before barely a millisecond passes, "so...did you come with seulgi?"

"for the love of god," you mutter, passing him. you definitely needed another drink.

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when jimin sees you across the sea of bodies in the living room, he can't hold in his giddiness. you look particularly pretty tonight, with your hair down and a attractive red stained lip colour (of his choice). watching you blossom into such a soft, captivating young woman over the last couple years made him so happy. maybe too happy. jimin had a tendency of breaking things closest to him when he got too invested, and it was a miracle you weren't one of them - yet. he does his best to handle you with care even though you aren't a fragile little thing anymore, his touch radiating that as he snakes an arm around your waist.

"oh!" you squeak, turning back to look up at him with wide eyes as he tugs you into his chest. you're so pretty. "jimin!"

"when did you get here?" he smiles, effectively pulling you away from the group of friends you chatted with. he lowers his mouth to your ear like he's sharing a secret, chest close against yours. you gulp. every little thing he does always feels so intimate, and it was harder to ignore that when you had a bit to drink. "if taehyung hadn't let me know you showed up i might've missed you."

you brace a hand on his shoulder to steady yourself, your feet a little wobbly after that last shot. "wouldn't be the first time. do you even know half the people here?"

he shrugs playfully. "am i supposed to?"

you sigh. "jimin, what did i tell you about lending out your house and booze to people who don't know your last name?"

"hmm," he tips his chin up and pouts his mouth thoughtfully so that his cheek dimples, fingers interlocking behind your waist securely. the action is enough to make onlookers dubious of your ‘friendship’, and you don't blame them. but you quickly push the thought aside in favour of jimin's alluring eyes. "something about how its telling of my generous and lovable character?"

you pinch his chin until he squirms into laughter. "try again, hot shot."

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"what was that?" seulgi hisses in your ear on one of your many trips to the bathroom. thankfully since its a house party you aren't crowding into a stall together like you would a club, giving her enough space to sit on the rim of the bathtub while you fix your hair. "like is it me, or is jimin extra touchy with you tonight?"

"not you too," you groan, ruffling the roots. "for the last time, jimin is just being jimin. can we please talk about something else?"

"okay, fine," she says, getting up to fix the back of your hair that you can't see. "while prince charming was sweet talking you downstairs, some guy came up to me asking about you. ever heard of jung hoseok?"

you pout thoughtfully. "red hair? kinda loud? i think so..."

she smacks you playfully. "what do you mean you think so? the guy is so pretty i started feeling insecure about myself! and i'm wearing my lucky underwear!" she says, making you laugh. "anyway, apparently he's in one of your political arts classes and hasn't had the chance to talk to you yet."

you wince in the mirror at her. "i don't like where you're going with this..."

"____, babe. just get his number. there's nothing wrong with just talking a little," seulgi says gently. she knows how close you keep your cards to your chest, and with good reason after all you'd been through. you only had a few close friends and sociable as you seemed, letting people in was difficult for you. but if anyone genuinely wanted more happiness for you, it was seulgi. you never dabbled with guys if she didn't give them the all-clear. "he seems like a nice guy, really. and you know i'd never just say that for the sake of it."

"i know," you smile, dipping in to hug her. "i'll think about it."

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jimin, being the center of attention that he is - the walking social hub of any given five mile radius - considers himself pretty good at handling the unexpected, especially at house parties. the unexpected being a broken vase, vomit on the carpet, a fist fight in the kitchen. normal stuff. what he isn't prepared for, however, is jungkook rocking up well past one in the morning, already making eyes at some girls even when he's barely got the other foot in the door.

jeon jungkook doesn't usually turn up to these parties, because...well, he never usually turns up to anything. but everyone knew his name, of course, because jungkook's track record was the only one that trumped jimin's - to the point where it bordered on myth, and with good reason. the guy was built like a steakhouse and still had the handsome, innocent face of a boy that meant well even though he rarely ever meant well.

which in all honesty wasn't a problem. jimin loves jungkook like his own, really. he's known him since he was pre-pubescent and acne prone and lord knows he'd fight a losing battle for that boy because that's what brothers do. regardless, when jungkook all but lets his line of vision land somewhere near your pretty smile from across the garden, jimin smacks him upside the head. "no."

"the fuck," jungkook spits, rubbing his undercut. "i didn't do anything!"

"yet," jimin finishes, stony faced. "i'm just stopping you in your tracks so your bad habits can catch up." he entertains jungkook's sceptical expression before huffing. "____ isn't one of your play things. she's a good person and no offence, but she really doesn't need any of your shit in her life."

"she's your friend, not your girlfriend," jungkook clarifies, and jimin can see the way his eyes fight to peel away even with ten feet and thirty bodies between you. 

maybe it's the alcohol but he can't help the way his gaze keeps naturally drawing back to you; it wasn't out of the ordinary for him to set his sights on a girl for the night, but you were so...different from his normal pickings. so...fresh. you didn't try hard and you didn't need to, kept to yourself and remembered every ‘please’ and ‘thank you’ - jungkook liked that. jungkook really liked that. "how is it i've never run into her before?"

jimin isn't stupid enough to use the words off limits because that's just fanning the flames with this kid. he's older than jungkook but he still resorts to puffing out his cheeks and lying through his teeth like a five year old. "she doesn't like you."

"she doesn't know me," jungkook flashes his glittering smile at him, the devil incarnate.

"everyone knows you, kookie," jimin says into his beer, too quiet to be banter but too loud for jungkook to ignore. he cards a hand through his ashy brown hair, doesn't look jungkook in the eye but may as well with how serious his voice goes. "please. just leave her out of it."

jungkook presses his mouth together, dimples pinching at the sides resolutely as he sways his gaze to some giggling redhead instead, because that's what brothers do.

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somehow you always end up in this position - the drunk friend having to help the drunker friend. but the drunker friend isn't usually seulgi; in the intoxicated hierarchy on a night out you always fell snugly between jisoo and seulgi, but not this time. this time, you find yourself on the porch with seulgi's head cradled in your lap after she emptied her stomach out on the lawn, frantically tapping on your phone for an uber just as it dies.

"fuck," you grunt, throwing it back into your purse before rummaging through your roommate's. you visibly cringe at how sticky it feels, covered in god knows what and refusing to switch on. "this can't be happening..."

you're forced to prop seulgi up against the side of the house while you hurry inside to search for jimin. it was well passed late but the crowd was still hot and heavy, your short stature making it difficult for you to peer through the sea of bodies. you almost cry in relief when you finally locate taehyung in the kitchen, his hands instinctively grabbing your elbows to pull you out of the crowd and steady you when you teeter over to him.

"tae," you start, almost dipping straight into his chest if he didn't have a hold on you. "have you seen jimin? i need a ride home, seulgi's done for tonight."

"i'm pretty sure he's busy," he says apologetically, gesturing upstairs. "as in, took some girl up to his room an hour ago kind of busy."

"fuck," you sigh, head lolling back. "seulgi's still outside...”

"here," tae says, pulling you into his hip with one hand and reaching for his phone with the other. the contact is nice, warm. comfortable to the point where you find yourself snuggling your head into his shoulder. tae glances down at you against him with a pleased smirk. "easy there, princess. keep your head up while i call you an uber, okay?"

"i can take them," a sudden voice intervenes, your chin lifting up to peer over tae's chest. the boy beside taehyung offers you a small smile, so disarmingly attractive you lose your words. he's got round eyes that glitter even in the dim kitchen lighting, connecting with yours in a way that makes it impossible to look anywhere else. "i'm parked just outside. only had a few beers and even that was like, hours ago."

"are you sure, jungkook?" taehyung asks, still keeping a protective arm around you.

"'course," he turns his attention back to you, your skin prickling inadvertently under his gaze. he's so tall you have to look up at him a little. "and you said your friend's still outside, right? the quicker she gets home the better."

you nod. "thank you..."

"jungkook," he smiles, teeth glittering as he plucks you smoothly from taehyung's hold and into his. you're so focused on the weight of his hand around your back you forget to say bye to tae, letting jungkook guide you through the packed hallway and back outside. maybe it’s the booze but his jawline is amazing even from this angle. "i'm a friend of jimin's."

"yeah, i know," you giggle finally. "everyone knows you, jeon jungkook. you're just...different than i expected."

"different?" he pries softly, the quick lift of his brow making you giggle again. "different how?"

"just," your teeth sink into your bottom lip when you eye him up and down and jungkook swears he's got head rush just from that. you take him in, broad torso stuffed into a leather jacket that's straining at the seams, hair pushed back to reveal his handsome face. even the tattoos poking through the v of his t-shirt makes you splutter back a laugh, so picture-perfectly badboy. "...cute."

jungkook doubles takes. he wasn’t exactly expecting that adjective. "cute?"

"yeah," you say, but you're already turning your attention to seulgi now that you've reached her, slipping an arm around her to haul her up. you wobble a little since you're quite unsteady yourself, jungkook quickly ducking down to help you. "where's your car?"

"over there," he tilts his head in the direction of a jeep, propping seulgi's limp arm around his neck.

"who's this?" she slurs sleepily into your ear, but she's loud enough for everyone to hear. "he smells nice."

"your guardian angel," he answers. "with a truck."

"hm," seulgi considers carefully, even while you and jungkook bundle her up so she's lying across the backseat. she's already got her head nestled into your purse like a pillow by the time you manage to climb into the front. "ya seem nice. ____, give him a suck on my behalf when we get home."

jungkook discreetly grins to himself while you're busy with strapping in your belt. "he's not taking us home like that, babe."

"why not?" she grumbles, eyes barely open. "you waxed your legs!"

"here," jungkook says, his face suddenly close as he leans in to pull your seat belt over you. if you looked up you know you'd be millimetres apart, forcing you to stare dumbly down at your torso while he buckles you in, giving the stap a final tug so it settles comfortably between your breasts. it's such a quick action you barely register how practiced it is, like he's done it a thousand times. a more pressing matter is at hand anyway: seulgi was right. he does smell good. "there, all set."

your mumbled thanks barely carries over the sound of the engine starting, and thankfully you're not trashed enough to forget your address. jungkook rolls the windows down so the night air sobers you up a little anyway, finally free of that musky feeling of being in a room filled with too many people. "ah, i missed this...jimin hasn't taken me on a night drive in ages."

"you and hyung are close, right?" jungkook asks, arm up on the wheel in that way that makes boys look irresistible. "he talks about you a lot."

"oh yeah? funny, he never mentions you." you muse.

"really? not at all?"

"i think he called you chlamydia on a stick once," you ponder. 

jungkook huffs, and you can't help but laugh at his pouty expression. he finds himself drawn to it, almost entranced by it; even with your messy hair and smudged makeup, your smile is so effortlessly beautiful. he can see why jimin hid you away from him for so long. "i don't blame hyung for wanting to keep you to himself, i guess. girls as beautiful as you don't come by often."

you smile to yourself and it doesn't go unnoticed by him. "very smooth. don't forget to ask for my number when you help me out."

jungkook tongues his cheek, exhilarated by the challenge. "you think i'm flirting with you, noona?"

you keep a calm demeanour but even he sees the way you eye the veins in his big hands while he drives. but watching the rough of his palms skirt smoothly over the leather is near hypnotic. "i think you're trying to flirt with me, jungkook."

"maybe," he admits with a shrug. "so would you give it to me?"

"what?"

"your number."

you regard him properly. "do you want me to?"

"yes," is his bold reply, calling your bluff without hesitation. jungkook's sheer confidence makes you falter for a moment, his attitude so relaxed you can't tell whether he was taking any of this seriously or not. he meets your eyes from across the console with a small smirk that renders you speechless yet again. "not that jimin hyung would approve. but you're a big girl who can decide for herself, right?"

you blink, before shaking your head with a laugh just as he pulls into your road. jungkook waits patiently for an answer while he parks up by the curb, relishing in the way you eye him oh so carefully. you're tip toeing that fine line between drunk enough to speak your mind but not drunk enough to forget in the morning, so there really wasn't a better time to put all his eggs in one basket. you wet your lips at him and he's sure he’s hit bullseye, but then you're grabbing his chin and pinching it like you would with jimin. "you're cute, jungkook. now help me get her inside."

he blinks, his brain taking a second to catch up before he has to manually tell himself to move. getting seulgi out the back of the car wasn't easy but he's just glad she didn't throw up on him. you call a quick thanks over your shoulder before dragging her in and kicking the front door shut behind you, jungkook finding himself back at his steering wheel more riveted than before.

"fuck," he swears to himself, pulling out his phone and getting up taehyung's chat. "i need her number."

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you barely plug your phone into charge with both eyes open once you've put seulgi to bed, and even then jimin's contact is the first thing to appear on the lockscreen. even though you’re halfway in bed with a makeup wipe in one hand, you force yourself to reply.

[jimin 3:42am] you get home okay? tae said you needed a ride, sorry

[you 3:45am] np ur friendsh jungkook gave usf a lift

[jimin 3:45am] jungkook? like jeon jungkook?

[you 3:49am] well unless you know anyt othrer jungkooks yh

[jimin 3:49am] is he there right now?

[you 3:51am] wht no he just dropped us off

[jimin 3:52am] thats all???

you frown, like that was any of his business. but you're honestly too exhausted to pick a fight.

[you 3:53am] yh thats all u nosy fuck

[you 3:54am] anywyh im dead now so gn

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Hey, what’ve you been up to today? I’m off until Thursday when I start my new job, so I slept in, ran some errands annnnd yeah that’s pretty much it. Oh and I’ve been binge-listening to the podcast Serial’s first season.  I decided I should get in to podcasts since I’ll be commuting on the metro for work and may get tired of listening to my music all the time, so I started Serial just to see what it’s about and wow I’ll probably finish season one before I start work lol Do you like Chinese food, Mexican food, or American food better? It really depends on my mood... I crave Mexican the most though probably Is your TV HD? Yeah, aren’t most all HD these days? What’s your favorite thing to order from Taco Bell? I don’t eat Taco Bell.  I used to looooove their cinnamon twist things though, they were good What do you think of off-brand soda? Eh, I prefer brands, even if non-brand tastes the same

Do you save pennies? Not specifically pennies but I save change in general just because it’s good to have sometimes. Are there any windows in your room? Two What’s your favorite scent? I just answered this fairly recently. I have so many favorites...cookies, fresh bread, apples, currently super into balsam ~tis the season and whatnot Do you like hot, cold, or lukewarm showers?

It depends but typically hot unless it’s really hot outside, then lukewarm ish Do you know what all the buttons on your remote control do? Nope If you could house any pet, what would it be? Giraffes are very impractical to have as pets I think but ugh I’d love a giraffe.  I’m good with dogs though, even though Britt has a pup that I spend a lot of time with because we live together, and I see my home pups a decent amount of times a month, I still want my own dog :( def can’t since I’m starting this new job, at least not yet

Do you smoke cigarettes? Nah What about weed? Also nah Do you pluck your eyebrows? Yeah sometimes.  For a few years I didn’t get them waxed and just periodically tweezed but they got crazy so I’ve waxed them a few times in the last few months Do you keep your room clean? I try to but it does get messy as the week goes on.  I think it’ll be better now that I’m no longer working from home Do you carry a wallet or a purse? I carry a wallet in my purse Would you rather it rain or snow? Maybe snow.  Rain gives me migraines sometimes Dark hair or light hair? Dark Do you grit your teeth a lot? No but I think I clench my teeth in my sleep sometimes Do you like to swing? On a swing set, sure.  Not in a relationship lolllll How about jumping on a trampoline? I haven’t in a while but I enjoy it Do you like when it snows, or does it just ruin your plans? I liked snow when I was in school and it got cancelled, but now as an adult it’s kind of an inconvenience more often than not Do you like the taste of beer? Not particularly. I can drink some though Are you toe nails currently painted? Nope Do splinters really hurt as bad as people portray them to? Sometimes they do Have you ever had Vodka and Red Bull? Yeah as a shooter Futhermore, what’s your favorite energy drink, if any? I used to drink Red Bull in college but don’t anymore.  So none Do you have long eyelashes? Sadly not really.  They’re decent and can look pretty long with good mascara but naturally they’re just eh Do you have long fingernails? Yes actually, my nail beds are deep af.  I weirdly used to be super insecure about having long nails like even when I cut them they’re still a decent length...that was back in middle school though now I’m like fuck yeah my nails are great lol Do you have long arm hair? It’s a normal length I think? Do you shave your legs? Yes when I feel like it Is your hair healthy? My ends are kinda dead currently but I don’t want to cut it How often do you wash your hair? Every other day at least, sometimes longer than that depending on how it looks/what’s going on in my life Do you love Family Guy, or hate it? I’m not a fan Does your family put up Christmas lights? Not outside, no.  Britt and I may put some on our balcony though What third generation console is your favorite? PS3, Xbox 360, or Wii? Wii  Do you use a closet or a dresser to put your clothes in? I use both What do you think about guys who wear pink? Good for them who gives a fuck what color people wear it’s 2018 Which do you like better – carpet or wood floor? Wood looks better If you could have any car, what kind would it be? A Jeep, I like both the Grand Cherokee and the Wrangler.  I’d also die if I had an old VW van  Do you cuss a lot? Yeah a decent amount What religion are you? None really.  Raised Catholic and had communion but we kinda fell off the church wagon after that and now that I’m older I’m like hmm, idk what I believe tbh.  So that’s that Have you ever done drugs? No What kind? - What’s your favorite fast-food restaurant? Chick-fil-a Do you like kids? Some haha, some can be bratty How often do you like to have sex? I’m single, not in a friends w/ benefits situation & not casually hooking up with randos sooooo yeah I’ll keep ya posted when that changes lol Do you do your own laundry? I’m 24. So yes. Do you have a cell phone or do you use a house phone? Cell Do you throw shit under your bed? I have a under-the-bed bin with summer clothes/shoes and my printer under my bed and that’s it Are you any good at math? I mean, basic math yeah.  And I was good at geometry.  But the rest, nah Do you like Dairy Queen? Omg I looooove DQ Zoe and I always used to go senior year Are you currently in college? If not, do you plan on going? I graduated two and half years ago holy shit I’m getting old How the fuck are your grades anyway!? I did pretty well minus like 2-3 stupid classes...well 2 stupid classes the other I kinda dropped the ball on on my own but hey I didn’t fail any! I’m really annoyed though that I have these recurring dreams about school like the ones where I never went to class and show up for the final and I’m like omg I’m gonna fail! Or I have the “I missed the bus oh noooo” dream and yeah idk I dream about school a lot and hate it because I’m always stressed lol Do you skip school often?

Lol contrary to my dreams I did not skip all semester. I did skip on occasion, depending on the class/time of day.  Oh but actually senior year I took a 100 level international relations course that had over 100 people in it and we had 4 exams total which made up the whole grade, and the exams were open note, so I legit never went to class aside from the first one and for the exams and I did well 

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Iluminage Touch Review; IPL That's Safe For Dark Skin

A lil pricey for my budget and not worth it in my own humble. They left a neutral 3-star inspection and noticed they'd keep using it as it was worth a try'. Most reviewers left 5 or 4-star ratings. A couple of reviewers say it takes a very long time to take care of their legs - one notes that the time is proportional to the size of your thighs! To effectively take care of all the hairs you need to repeat the treatment every two weeks for a few times. For a successful procedure, shave the area to be treated before you apply the appliance so long as you experience improvement, which is generally true for the first couple of treatments. The device operates by heating root and the hair beneath the skin. If you see any contamination, clean out the appliance according to the directions in chapter 'Cleaning and maintenance'. Click here Clean lines, simple controls and a pale blue surface make it both tactile and sophisticated. Reviewers inform us that it's simple to use - lightweight, a cord transparent it to run.

Stick with my guidance and use it on brown, black and dark blond hair colours.

Epil pro reviews but we do get an insight about the outcomes. However, these include interior decoration, which will be a tricky issue to get straight, when you use substances to put fresh postage on your house, but you can not go wrong. You may Click Here to obtain testimonials and more information at Amazon. It has a two-year warranty so you can feel confident in spending the money for an excellent hair removal device. Until the hair sheds expansion stops and the origin shrink. The hair sheds and hair growth is inhibited and ceased. Stick with my guidance and use it on brown, black and dark blond hair colours. First things first, allow me to tell you one thing--they all deliver the results they promise - for men and those women that aren't the healthy coloured skin with brownish hair colour. Before you book your IPL sesh, be sure to don't have a tan--even a one--as that'll mess with the machine's capability to target the pigment.

Window blinds have slats that may be lifted up and down. Some of the sarees which may be flaunted over office wear or a day outside could be chosen from the selection of cotton silk sarees and tussar silk sarees. The Braun Silk Epil Xelle Epilator allows you to enjoy feeling amazing with smooth skin from top to toe for up to 4 months. My skin is red to 1 hour and irritated, then it goes away. 6. Then start again and retreat precisely the location. Then they advise maintenance treatments to keep you fuzz-free. It's not available in the US, so continue reading for your choice. But I had an epilator, and then reading the reviews, decided to attempt it. You may try dividing treatments out across several days, or have a look at the alternatives section below for something. Final word: That in our part of epilator that is finest in India, because you can see we listed all kinds of epilator from price to characteristics so that everyone with preference that is varying can decide on the epilator.

Come with me as I will take you through a step-by-step guide.

Electrolysis uses power, is that the only alternative, may be used on ANY hair and skin type and takes. Another reviewer had no hair loss reduction results following precisely the same interval (7 weeks). Another found some baldness outcomes, however, had hoped to get more. One reviewer reported that a severe reduction in armpits and face' after 1.5 weeks. There are reviews updated or shared after months of use. What're the comments from the online Lumea Essential BRI861 reviews? What do the online Philips Lumea Essential BRI861 reviews state? I've excluded these reviews. Let's look at the ratings and negative feedback. Come with me as I will take you through a step-by-step guide. The general info on what could fail with epilation (or any process of eliminating hairs in the origin ) was sufficient to make me decide against a private road-test of those products.

Tria Beauty Next Generation 4x Laser Hair Removal

The shaver head is used by plenty of girls in the areas in which they can't endure the pain caused by removing hairs. Kemei, the maker behind this item, says this shaver has been designed to deal with the curves of a female's body. The body attachment may be employed to take care of unwanted body hair all body areas. The older hair sheds and its hair follicle separate. The follicle remains at rest before the clock tells it to develop new nose and to become active again. The melanin in the hair and hair origin absorbs the light rhythms that are released. Since just hairs in the developing stage are susceptible to treatment with mild hair removal cannot be obtained with a session. If it continues to work, I will never cover laser depilation, proceed for wax or rebuy razors.

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Good shavers for legs

So as to eradicate hair in your entire body, it might take as little as four treatments. Hair is readily removed by the epilator and keep you unwind around four months. Featuring Micro-grip technologies, body hair that is fine is removed by the Silk-Epil Series 9 9/980 epilator from the root for silky and smooth skin that lasts up to 4 weeks. The unit is' entire body has a smooth white finish and can be softly curved, and with a button at the front middle. So take that first step to a spine that was smoother and choose from one of my own tried, tested and advocated back depilatory products now by clicking the button below! If you purchase one or more of these products, however, I really do have a small commission. Braun Epilator works surprisingly don't get me wrong, my sole issue had ever been the pain. After continues usage of Epilator, that, sadly, hadn't been the case for me, at least about the other hand, as a matter of fact, I have noticed a decline in hair growth. Click here You see,'' Philips Lumea IPL (here) isn't a cheap apparatus, as a matter of truth, 2019 Flash Hair Permanent Removal Reviews Silk'N retails for 210$! I've been utilizing Philips Lumea IPL Bri863/00 for about 9 weeks the quantity of time to invent a well-researched opinion to talk with you men.

You have to find blinds and shades that could effectively control the warmth of the room.

I have discovered after 9 months of utilizing Philips Lumea about a reduction in hair development, parts of the body are. Additionally, it is based upon the region of the body that's being epilated. It supplies 120,000 flashes, that is plenty to eliminate all body hair and can be used by everybody, including individuals using blond, red, grey and white hair and also skin colors. You have to find blinds and shades that could effectively control the warmth of the room. The Braun IPL and Smoothskin Gold possess a skin tone detector, but they pick the strength level for you. This is the only permanent hair reduction system that is employed with IPL technology that adapts to your skin. It's not a baldness method, instead, it's a prevention system designed for use after epilation or depilation-based depilatory remedy for example waxing or shaving cream. This Silk-Expert does not look like your regular frightening epilator covered in wires that are twisted that are white. 2. This can be a baldness system for hairs on your upper lip, or for the body, and not supposed to replace a men's shaver.

Philips Norelco Series 9000 Wet & Dry Electric Shaver. Wet and dry acts. Designed for epilation in dry states, the Silk-Epil 5 Power epilator will never let you down. Guides for stress, to eliminate hair; vs other Braun epilator. Does this save you a lot of time, but it permits you to eliminate hair that is even nice you may miss with manual tweezing. Note: It is usually not advised that you employ an IPL device to remove hair that's growing via tattoos. 5. The IPL device is corded which gives ono to uninterrupted treatments with forces. So, I ended up using flat 5, as this is the level where the device can be used by me. The SensoAdapt technology may differentiate your skin tone so that it can offer the hair reduction possible. The Braun Gillette Venus Silk-Expert IPL 5001 has lots of features that accelerate the hair reduction procedure for both women and men. Working with Windows: If you have Roman shade windows, then you need to supplant it draperies because shade windows pieces daylight they are available.

I purchased mine in March 2016 and I have been using it faithfully ever since. Electric razors' creation has certainly made shaving in the daytime so much easier. Panasonic ES2207P has a method to have a better relationship with the skin using a much better shave. It functions so that you can shave anywhere. The trimmer cap may be connected to the shaver head for epilation. It's a bit larger and longer. It's particularly useful on sensitive regions of the face like the chin or upper lipgloss. Overall we would recommend this system under the arms and also a nuisance to deal with normally such as for your most sensitive places. Bikini Attachment The bikini attachment includes a carved-out design with a transparent filter allowing for treatment of thicker hair in that area and this stronger.

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Full, somewhat personal disclosure? I've been dreaming of laser hair removal for years . Or rather, I've dreamt of canceling my sugar and waxing subscriptions, bidding final goodbyes to my shower's graveyard of razors, and chucking my large collection of oils, gels, and creams all catering to some kind of hair woe. As pretty much the one and only method of permanent hair reduction and removal, laser hair removal became my own shiny beacon of hope. Our body hair is nothing to be ashamed of (it's meant to protect us, after all!), but for me, my dreams of a bald, maintenance-free bikini area solely revolved around issues of physical discomfort and a personal effort to streamline my current beauty routine. Even though I honestly don't mind shaving my pits and legs—I actually find it kind of meditative—nothing gets my goat like shaving my bikini area. I personally prefer to be 100% hairless, and I also happen to have insanely sensitive skin down there. Over the years, my waxing and sugaring appointments have pretty much compared to what feels like the equivalent of medieval torture, and shaving only ever leaves me with angry ingrowns, bumps, redness, stinging, and pretty much everything in between. Trust me when I say I've asked everyone under the sun what I'm doing wrong, and no resulting suggestion has ever proved to be a pragmatic solution. Thus, earlier this week I found myself in the Beverly Hills office of Moy, Fincher, Chipps , one the best dermatology and facial plastics destinations in the greater Los Angeles area and quite possibly the country. As a reporter on all things wellness and beauty, I've worked with its amazing staff of world-class doctors before. Therefore, there was no one I trusted more with my sensitive (hopefully soon-to-be-hairless) bikini area. I received my consultation with Jennifer Herrmann, MD, FAAD —who's a dream—and after deciding to go ahead with the procedure, we started in on the treatment and all my burning questions. As you'll soon find out below, laser hair removal isn't a one-stop shop, and it requires at least five to six treatments for significant hair reduction and removal. However, I couldn't have had a better, more positive experience during my first go-round, and I'll be sharing everything I learned about laser hair removal in a user-friendly guide below. Curious to know more? Keep scrolling! Unlike other methods of hair removal like waxing, shaving, plucking, or sugaring, laser hair removal is a specialized treatment that helps permanently remove unwanted hair. Plus, if the correct lasers, precautions, and settings are utilized, laser hair removal also involves less injury to the skin. (Whereas the four former will only strip hair temporarily and administer repeated stress to the area—not ideal.) As Herrmann explained to me during our pre-treatment consultation (an important step that's always recommended before you undergo laser hair removal!), the technique works by using a specific type of laser that targets pigment or the dark color of the hair in order to destroy the hair follicles for good.  "The laser targets the pigment, light energy is converted to heat, and this heat then collaterally damages the cells that grow the hair," says Herrmann. "These cells live very close to the pigment cells in hairs, causing the hair to fall out without returning. That being said, because the laser targets pigment, the best candidates for successful laser hair removal are those with dark colored hair and lighter skin so that the laser specifically targets hair color rather than a patient's native skin color, which can lead to burning." Additionally, those with light skin and light hair won't be great candidates for laser hair removal because there won't be any or enough pigment for the laser to effectively target. Those with dark hair and skin should also proceed with caution, since the laser may run the risk of targeting native skin pigmentation as mentioned above. The good news? Herrmann shared with me that there are certain lasers and settings that can be used for those with the combination of dark hair and skin (talk to your pro!), and lasers that will eventually be able to effectively remove light-colored hair are currently being tested and developed. Sit tight!  Prior to my treatment, I was advised to shave my bikini area (or wherever you'll be getting lasered) about 24 hours prior to the start of the procedure. Doing so removes the bulk of the surface hair, which in turn reduces the chance of skin burning), but still allows the technician to see enough of the hair follicle to know where they need to target the laser. If you shave right before your session, it will be harder to see exactly where the follicles are growing on the skin. Moy also noted that it's never a good idea to wax or pluck before laser hair removal, and it's best to come in with clean, newly washed skin sans products like lotions or oils. Unlike waxing or sugaring, which can be time-consuming and painful, laser hair removal will be a tad painful, yes, but so fast you'll hardly remember what happened. Of course, it depends on what area of the body you're getting lasered, but in general, I found the experience to be so much more time-efficient and actually less painful. I'd describe the sensation as a quick, hot rubber band snap. I have a pretty high pain tolerance and found myself getting used to the pain relatively quickly, but it's important to realize we all have different thresholds, so experiences will vary. But again, I found it so much more tolerable than waxing—during and after my treatment. "Typically, the length of treatment depends on the surface area treated. Someone wishing to target hair on the upper lip may have a session lasting less than one minute, but someone treating their full legs may have a 30- to 40-minute session," notes Herrmann. "Prior to treatment, we apply topical numbing cream for 15 to 30 minutes to enhance comfort, and during the procedure, cooling air and/or ice packs are used to maximize comfort." According to both Herrmann and Moy, post-laser care is actually incredibly minimal. If you're experiencing bothersome stinging or redness, Herrmann suggests using a hydrocortisone cream for a few days, and Moy recommends being careful to stay out of the sun for the first 24 after you've been lasered. As far as visible results, laser hair removal requires a little bit of a commitment, as going in for simply one session probably won't yield much of a difference. "Because hair grows in cycles, it's important to treat an area at least five to six times to target hairs in their active growing phase," Herrmann explained to me. "Sessions are typically spaced four to six weeks apart, and it will usually take six treatments to get at least 75% of the target hair growth reduced and permanently removed." Like many beauty treatments, you'll likely get what you pay for when it comes to laser hair removal, and prices will fluctuate depending on where you go and what area you're getting lasered. The more ground you're covering, the more you'll fork over. "You can expect to pay anywhere from around $75 to a few hundred dollars per session," Herrmann shares. "While medical spas may offer steeper discounts than medical offices, it's safest to perform these treatments in a medical office under the direction of a physician or his/her immediate medical assistant." Not sold on laser hair removal? Fear not. We're including all of the grooming and hair removal products that have served us well below. Keep scrolling to shop our faves!  Next up, everything you've ever wanted to know about micro-needling.