#will be getting a pedicure and eyebrow wax closer to the day

[buscemifan]

booked my hair appointment, got a necklace and earrings and boob tape for my graduation dress, bought new razors...feelin good about all this stuff

[likeshipsonthesea]

can i make a klave request for 76? i love your work, btw!

from this list 76. “You’re so weird.” “You have no idea.” I modified it a little for soldier talk, hope you don’t mind. enjoy!

“I need two,” Klaus tells Fitz when he gets to the front of the chow line.

Fitz raises his eyebrows, unamused. “You know the rules, Hargreeves. One ration per soldier.” Klaus flutters his eyelashes, which makes Fitz snort but doesn’t soften the hard set to his jaw. Klaus sighs. 

“Fitzy, baby, I’m gonna level with you. I need a second ration, and I’ll tell you why, I’ve done and got myself the shits. Real bad ones. Just, like, fuckin’ geyser shits, but I don’t need to tell you, I’m sure.” Klaus gives him a wink. “So you and I know both know that I gotta eat double to keep something in my body or who knows what could happen. What am I gonna do when I’m out there shitting my guts out and Charlie comes up outta no where to kill me? Now, I’m sure you don’t want me scrambling to get my pants up and gun out with the only the strength of a barren empty stomach to support me, now do you?”

Fitz blinks for a few moments before shaking his head with a sigh. “You’re are so fucking weird, Hargreeves,” he says, filling up a second plate.

Klaus grins, taking it. “You have no idea,” he says, turning and swinging his hips away.

Fitz chuckles. “Say hi to Katz for me.”

“If I had a free hand I’d flip you off!” Klaus yells over his shoulder but he doesn’t mean it. Fitz is of a good sort, as far as the platoon goes. Klaus doesn’t think he knows, but he doesn’t think Fitz would go out of his way to say anything if he did. That’s about the best they can hope for, out here.

“Hey baby,” Klaus purrs, pushing into the tent with the rations. Dave sits up from where he was napping, resting his ankle after hitting it funny on the trek here. “Got you some chow.”

“Aw, canned ham and crackers, my favorite.” Dave smiles, taking the plate. “You’re too good to me.”

“It’s only ‘cause you put out,” Klaus says around a mouthful of crackers and Dave shakes his head, still smiling.

They don’t talk much as they eat. It’s habit, even if they’re far from any enemy territory. Klaus munches on the stale crackers and thinks about Fitz, and the rest of the company along with it.

It’s weird to fight for the lives of people that might turn on him if they ever knew who he loved. Fitz is really an exception to the rule, and though it’s an open secret amongst the platoon that Klaus and Dave are close, implying anything beyond friendship is always meant as a jeer. Even Klaus, with his eyeliner and sashaying and calling everyone and their mother “baby,” still gets roped into the nights when they reminisce about girls back home. The guys still think– refuse not to think– that Klaus and Dave are straight as they shoot.

It makes Klaus think about back home. Not that the Academy was ever home. But he worked alongside his siblings and he still isn’t sure if all of them are okay with his inclinations. He assumes Allison must be, working in Hollywood and all, and Vanya is definitely repressing something under all those button-ups and undiagnosed neurosis.

He knows Ben doesn’t care, at least not more than he cares about not seeing what Klaus gets up to. “I don’t need to see this,” he’ll whine or, more lately, sigh, and drift off to wherever he goes when he isn’t haunting Klaus. He acts as if Klaus never gives a warning, like there isn’t build-up before the actual dicks come out. Though, to be fair, there’ve been many a drug deal that went down downtown, if you catch his drift, so possibly Ben had a point.

Klaus thinks Luther is too repressed to even know what a dick is and Diego might be the straightest person Klaus has ever met– come on, the knives are most definitely compensating for something only someone giving it would worry that much about. Neither of them screams “ally.”

There is Five, though. Klaus wonders. Anyone who hits a Diamond Anniversary with a damned piece of plastic is in no place to judge, but Klaus doesn’t know. He wonders what Five would think, though. Think of Dave.

A foot nudges Klaus’ knee and he looks up. Dave is smiling. He’s always smiling. Typically it would irritate Klaus, someone smiling all the time, but knowing what Dave goes through here, what he sacrifices just to be able to smile, it feels so much more than the empty victories Klaus is used to, in smiles.

“Penny for your thoughts,” Dave says, and Klaus is almost positive that the phrase is out of date, even for today’s date, but it’s so perfectly Dave, so sweet and genuine and– fuck, Klaus is so gone for him.

“Wondering what my family would think of you,” Klaus says, because he doesn’t know how to lie to Dave and doesn’t have any inclination to start. It’s weird, but in the good way. Like pedicures or wax figurines.

“Oh? And what seems to be the verdict?”

Klaus thinks about it. “Luther would be confused by you.” He glances at Dave’s body. “Intimidated, maybe. He doesn’t know what to do with people who aren’t more broken than him.” Dave frowns slightly, so Klaus adds a nice thing. “I think he’d make you laugh, and I think he’d like that.”

Smiling again. Score.

“Diego might pull the protective older brother thing because he likes that kind of stuff. He might threaten you with a knife, we don’t know.” Klaus shrugs and Dave shakes his head. “You’d be too earnest for it, though, and he’d give up and probably make you talk about sports. Ugh. Men things.”

“You’re a man,” Dave says, giggling a little the way he always does when Klaus is being ridiculous.

Klaus waves a hand. “Semantics. Moving on.” Dave chuckles and Klaus smothers his own smile by talking. “Allison would see how drop dead gorgeous you are and congratulate me on the spot.” Dave flushes but doesn’t comment. Klaus goes soft, looking at him. “She’d also like how kind you are, I think. She’s always liked that stuff. Vanya, too. She’d talk music with you I think. You’re both huge nerds for that.

“Ben would love you for much the same, he’s a huge nerd too.” Klaus curls his hand around Dave’s unhurt ankle. “He’d like how much you love me. And how much I love you.”

Dave presses his toes into Klaus hip, smile warm like the first rays of sun after days of rain. “My folks wouldn’t know what to do with you,” he says but it isn’t harsh. “I think they’d like you for how good you are for me. They always said I was too quiet and such, needed someone to balance me out.”

“Well I damn well tip the scales,” Klaus preens, fluttering his eyelashes at Dave, who laughs, again.

“Sometimes you’re almost too much to hold,” Dave says, so damn earnest and heart pounding and Klaus can’t help himself, daylight be damned, he leans in to press his mouth to Dave’s smile, and they keep at it, slow and too much, for minutes longer than they should, but Klaus doesn’t care one bit.

They settle into sleep a mere hour later, needing to be up bright and early to keep moving. It’s cold at nights, always is, so they huddle together for warm, Dave the little spoon because Klaus got to be it last time.

With his cheek pressed to Dave’s shoulderblade, Klaus thinks about Five, inexplicably. How would he react to Dave? Assuming he isn’t a bigot, assuming he cares at all, would he like Dave?

They had so little time together, but that’s not it because the rest of the house dispersed within years of Five’s disappearance. The only thing Klaus can base his other assumptions on is who his siblings became later. He never got to see that with Five.

He suddenly, achingly, wants to. He wants to see Five grow up, see who he is beyond the impending apocalypse. Is he funny? He was funny as a kid, Klaus remembers. The dry kind of wit. He’d say something and have Klaus in stitches while the rest of the group hadn’t caught on to the joke. He’d been a condescending asshole, yeah, but he shared some of his cooler facts with the rest of them.

Klaus remembers mentioning once, halfway into a panic attack or something, that he couldn’t tell if he was awake sometimes because the ghosts haunted his dreams. Within days, Five had read several books on the subject of nightmares and, offhandedly, unimportantly, dropped tips on telling the difference between dreams and reality when he was around Klaus. Klaus wouldn’t have known, but he’d been looking for his mask one day and found a whole stack of books, and Five shooed him out of his room yelling, but Klaus had known.

He’d found out Five’s biggest secret: he cared.

Klaus’ chest clenches thinking back to it. Five had spent decades trying to get back to them to fix the apocalypse. To save them. Klaus couldn’t figure out why, thinking on it, because they were all seven shades of fucked up, but maybe they weren’t, when Five left.

There’d been a time when they were as close to a family as Dad– Reginald had let them be. Sneaking out to play after dinner, sharing comics and inside jokes, fighting over the bathrooms and defending each other from the world. Five had left them a family and come back to find them fractured.

Klaus always thought they were strangers who grew up in a house together, but they hadn’t been strangers, really, until after they’d left. After they’d stopped trying. After there’d been something else to hold onto aside from each other.

Five never had that. Neither had Luther, come to think of it, and Ben only had it tangentially. None of them grew up, and the rest of them grew– wrong.

For a moment, clinging to Dave’s sleepless form and shivering despite the sleeping bags he’s cocooned in, Klaus wants desperately to go back. Go back to a time before they all gave up, before it got too hard. Grab on to each other instead of let go, help each other.

Maybe it’s being in the marines, having Dave and Fitz and all the other guys, but Klaus finally knows what being on a team can mean. What it can be.

“You okay?” Dave mumbles, mostly asleep. Klaus nods against his back. “Go to sleep, matok.”

Klaus squeezes closer. No use wondering over the past now– or the future, or whatever it is. Klaus is here, with Dave, and that’s what matters now. Klaus doesn’t have to wonder if Dave loves him or wants him or any of that. He knows the answer, and the comfort in that is worth more than anything his siblings could give him.

Klaus presses his lips against Dave’s shoulder and quickly falls asleep.

[atropaazraelle]

R’n’R

Title: R’n’R

Pairing: Hints of Gladio/Ignis

Warnings: Mentions of NSFW themes but not in itself NSFW

Prompt: Relaxing

Also available on AO3

Gladio grumbled, sinking down into the car's seat as scenery whipped by. The outer edge of Insomnia was verdant green, the view marred slightly by the presence of the wall at the distant horizon. It wasn't nature, though, it was a cultivated greenery, a faux-wild, designed to be safe and manageable. The most dangerous things living in it were stray cats and dogs.

Spending a weekend with Iggy had sounded like a great plan at the time. He'd dragged Iggy out to bars and clubs and strip clubs plenty of times, and Ignis had always seemed to have fun with him. Maybe not so much at the strip club, Gladio thought. He'd sat as far back in his chair as the chair would allow when the girl had gyrated in his lap, looking as if he daren't swallow, and then he'd politely thanked her, tipped her, and retreated behind a table for the rest of the night so no more girls could get close enough. Gladio had enjoyed himself immensely, but he'd been forced to admit that maybe a lapdance wasn't how to get Iggy to unwind for a weekend, so he'd asked him how he did it.

Which brought him here, to Iggy's car, on their way to some spa retreat that Ignis claimed to visit whenever he actually got a day off. As far as Gladio could figure that was about three times a year, and only when he had no other choice, but he hadn't argued. He'd promised Ignis he wouldn't sneer at the idea, even though the notion of it sounded ridiculous. Gladio already received massages; deep tissue massage was a painful but necessary affair when you worked out the way he did, but it wasn't something Gladio considered relaxing.

“If you don't enjoy it, Gladio,” Ignis said, not taking his eyes off the road, “I won't bring you again. I can't say fairer than that.” He flicked an indicator as a turn off approached, and Gladio watched him check his mirrors before slowing down, and again before taking the turn. Iggy was always a conscientious driver. “Just try to keep an open mind, that's all I ask.”

Gladio grumbled again, muttering, “Yeah, yeah.”

Ignis gave a sigh, and no more was said as the car wound its twisting way down the road, and up to a building that looked like some sort of sprawling hotel. “We're here,” Ignis said, selecting a parking spot near the entrance and backing them into it.

Gladio refrained from commenting. The place was fenced in, but the carefully selected and planted trees and bushes were everywhere, and he could hear running water as he got out of the car. He followed Ignis, jamming his hands in his pockets and feeling a little like a child tailing after their parent around a supermarket, or possibly some place of historical interest.

“Mr Scientia!” a female voice called from the reception desk as he and Ignis walked inside. “It's a pleasure to see you again.”

Gladio looked from Ignis to the girl. She couldn't have been more than eighteen, and her face was all full lips and fuller lashes. She was pretty, really pretty, and definitely not the sort of girl that went by Lulubelle and gave lapdances in the Hungry Coeurl on a Saturday night.

“It's good to see you too, Aurora,” Ignis replied, approaching her at the desk. Gladio furrowed his brow. Ignis came here often enough that the receptionist knew him on sight, and he knew her first name?

“You booked for two?” Aurora asked, holding out a clipboard towards Ignis.

Ignis took it, and gestured almost carelessly over his shoulder in Gladio's direction. “This is Gladio,” he said, “he's never been before, so I was hoping this could be an education for him.”

Aurora looked at him, as Ignis took a pen and began to place little marks on the paper he'd been handed. Gladio swallowed, nervously. “Hi,” he said, trying not to sound like an idiot.

She smiled as brightly as the sun, and it was the first time Gladio had ever felt as if he was being sized up by a girl that didn't want to jump his bones. He swallowed, awkwardly. “Hello,” she replied. “Has Ignis explained what services we offer?”

“Massage,” Gladio answered, and fought the urge to shrug his shoulders. “Dunno about anything else.”

Aurora's smile brightened. “Yes, we do massage,” she said. “There's traditional, shiatsu, aromatherapy, hot stone, aquatic, reflexology, cranial, and acupressure. We also offer hand massages in our manicure service, and foot massages in the pedicures.”

Gladio blinked. “That's a lot of massages,” he said, dumbly.

Out of the corner of Gladio's vision he caught Ignis smirking, and handing back his clipboard. “Give me his,” he said.

Aurora smiled as she took Iggy's clipboard from him, and offered him another one out. “Choosing for him?” she asked.

“For his first time,” Ignis agreed.

Aurora gave a nod, turning to a computer terminal. “What about waxing services?”

“For me,” Ignis replied, without looking up as he ticked things off on his new sheet. Gladio took a step closer to read over Iggy's shoulder what he was being signed up for. He saw ticks in boxes next to Hot Stone and Cranial, and watched Ignis put another tick in a box next to Manicure. “Not for him,” Ignis added.

Gladio threw Ignis a sharp look. “You get waxed?” he asked.

Ignis looked up at him and arched one eyebrow above the line of his glasses. “You think my eyebrows stay this pristine of their own accord?” he asked.

Gladio wasn't sure if that reply confused or disappointed him more. “Oh,” he said, although the idea of Ignis getting his brows waxed was weird enough on its own. “I thought you meant,” he trailed off, and gestured with his hand at his own crotch, “you know.”

“Only on special occasions,” Ignis replied.

Gladio stared at the man he'd thought, up until that moment, that he knew. His best friend. Iggy, the workaholic that never took a day off, and didn't have an ounce of chill in him, was stood before him, casually talking about getting his balls waxed as if it was no big deal, and Gladio couldn't for the life of him tell if he was being messed with.

Ignis gave him a flash of smirk, and then handed the clipboard back over to Aurora. She took it, graciously, and then said, “We reserved your usual room.”

“Thank you,” Ignis replied.

There was a little paperwork, then. Things to sign, and questions about musical tastes, and known allergies. Gladio had no allergies that he knew about, and he had to sign a disclaimer to that effect. By the time that was done another pretty woman in a white dress uniform had approached, and Gladio found himself being offered a drink, and escorted away from Ignis.

“Just try and enjoy the experience,” Ignis advised, as a glass of Altissian red was placed in his hand.

Gladio was given a beer, and watched as Ignis was led in another direction by a different pretty woman in white. The room Gladio got taken to was clean, and peaceful, and smelled faintly of lavender. “”If you could remove your clothes?” the woman, with red lipstick and blonde hair, said to him.

“All of them?” Gladio asked. He'd never been nervous about undressing for a woman before, but here and now, not really knowing what exactly Ignis had signed him up for, or what was about to happen to him next, he was.

The woman smiled at him, the same bright smile that Aurora had given him, and subtly different, he realised, from the smile she'd given Iggy. This one was a work smile, not greeting a regular you like smile. “You can keep your underwear on,” she said, “if you wish. Many of our clients don't. When you're done, lie on the table.”

Gladio wanted to ask if Iggy kept his underwear on, the thought of Ignis getting his bits waxed refusing to leave him. His eyebrows, sure, Gladio could see it. It was weird, but Iggy's eyebrows were thin and perfectly shaped, not the big broad caterpillars Gladio sported. Trying to imagine Iggy with untidy eyebrows wasn't working for him, but maybe that was just because Iggy was always so put together.

Maybe he came to a place like this to stay that way? He'd said this was how he relaxed, although Gladio didn't see what could be relaxing about having your hair ripped out. Maybe Iggy found it relaxing to let someone else do the work of keeping him looking put together. Hell, maybe getting his brows waxed saved him five minutes in the mornings, or whatever. It was an extra five minutes in which to down a can of Ebony, knowing Iggy, but he probably wouldn't turn it down.

He stripped down to his underwear once the woman left, taking his time to finish his beer and poke around the room out of idle curiosity. There was a music player, and a metric shitload of towels. One whole wall was nothing but glass, showing a nice, if carefully cultivated, garden with a winding stream.

Gladio lay on the table after poking around, and waited. Once he'd hit the point where he was starting to get bored, a door opened, and a tall, lean man walked in, pushing a covered trolley. “Mr Amicitia?” he asked.

Gladio inwardly cringed. “Only my dad gets called that,” he replied. “I prefer Gladio.”

The man gave a nod. “If you could lie on your front, and we'll begin. Do you know what a hot stone massage involves?”

Gladio looked at the trolley, and found he really had no idea. “Not really,” he admitted.

He got one of those smiles again. “First there's a few minutes of traditional massage, and then we'll continue while I'm holding a stone. I'll place stones on you, in points that I think you need them. If you don't like it, tell me, and I can remove them and we'll leave this as a traditional massage. Is that okay?”

“Uh, yeah,” Gladio decided.

“My name's Otium,” the masseur said. “I promise you're in good hands.”

Gladio had his reservations about that, but he turned onto his front, and tried to relax. Music started playing, something soft, and choral, and Gladio listened to the sounds of Otium setting up his station. A towel got draped across Gladio's ass, even though he was still wearing his tight black boxers, and then warm hands found his shoulders.

At first Gladio was tense, expecting it to hurt like the sports massages he usually got did, but although the pressure was insistent, it didn't cross the threshold into painful, and Gladio started to relax. He was just starting to see how Iggy might enjoy this kind of thing when Otium pressed a hot rock against his shoulder and used that to work the muscle.

The sensation was some weird combination of taking a hot bath the day after a solid work out, and the soothing press of hands against his skin. Gladio groaned, quietly.

“Is that all right?” Otium asked, slowing his movements a little.

“Yeah,” Gladio answered.

All right, Iggy, he thought, he'd give him this one. The massage wasn't bad at all. Even though it was weird lying there with rocks placed on his back, it was oddly relaxing. Even when he rolled over, and the treatment was continued on his chest and stomach, stones tucked into his palms.

Gladio realised he'd missed the end of it when a hand gently shook his shoulder. “Gladio?” Otium called.

Gladio opened his eyes, feeling warm and comfortable enough that he was expecting to wake up in his own bed. “Sorry,” he said, as reality dawned.

Otium shook his head, laughing a little. “We're done,” he said. “If you'd like to put on a robe, one of the girls will take you to the hand and cranial spa.”

Gladio blinked, realising he had no idea how much time had passed. He didn't know where his clothes had gone, either, not that it seemed to matter much as he slipped into a white robe that was just that bit too small for his frame.

One of the girls, and he wasn't sure if it was the same blonde with red lipstick as before or not, came to collect him, offering him another drink as she led him to a different room. There were multiple seats in this one, although it was the same view over the cultivated gardens as before, and this time he saw Ignis, lounging in a corner while someone attended to his hand.

“How was your massage?” he asked, as Gladio was shepherded into the seat next to him.

“I think I fell asleep,” Gladio replied, looking Ignis over. He was in the same white robe as Gladio, although Iggy's fit better. His hair was combed back off his face, and damp, as if he'd been in water, and he had a blissed out look on his face that Gladio honestly hadn't seen before. “Where were you?”

“Sensory deprivation,” Ignis answered. “A dark floatation tank, insulated against sound,” he supplied, glancing at Gladio as Gladio finally took a seat. “A half hour of nothing but myself and my own thoughts,” he said.

Gladio wasn't sure if that sounded terrifying or relaxing. “Fun?” he asked.

“Intense,” Ignis answered, and flashed him a smile. “Everything seems so much sharper when you leave, it's almost overwhelming.”

“You look chilled,” Gladio said, as a girl came over and brought him another beer.

Ignis smiled, softly. “That is thanks to Lenis, here,” he said, giving a slight nod towards the girl that was perched at his hand, carefully working her fingers over his knuckles. “She's a wonder with a manicure.”

Gladio grumbled. He'd seen that Ignis had signed him up for that as well. “Might skip that bit,” he said. “Don't think I could face Iris if I had to borrow her nail polish remover, y'know?”

Ignis shook his head softly, and Gladio caught the roll of his eyes. “You don't have them painted,” he said, “just filed and moisturised.”

Gladio grinned a little. “Doesn't seem like a proper manicure if they're not painted,” he teased.

It was worth it to see the bright flash of teeth from Iggy as he teased back, “Well, I have always thought pink would suit you.”

Gladio kept his grin in place, agreeing, “Maybe I'll be bold.”

A woman came up to him, this one with brown hair, and dark brown eyes, and asked, “Gladio?”

Gladio looked up at her. “Yeah?” he asked, wondering if he was about to eat his words on the bold front. He definitely wasn't having his nails painted. Not here, anyway. He'd let Iris paint them for him when she was eight, and he'd ended up having to glare down a guy that had tried to call him a pussy for it when he hadn't managed to chip it all off again two days later. He didn't fancy having to beat Noct's ass for the inevitable sniggering.

Nor did he really want to tell Noct where he'd been this weekend. Something about this felt weirdly private, like it was his and Iggy's secret. This was Iggy's retreat, he realised. This was where the guy came to escape all the pressures of work, and looking after Noct, and the weight of the world resting on that big brain of his. He'd chosen to let Gladio in on it, to see it and experience it, despite knowing that Gladio had thought it was stupid.

“I'm here to do your cranial massage,” she said.

Gladio smiled at her. “No problem,” he answered.

Ignis rested back in his chair, giving a satisfied little hum of pleasure, and when fingers ran through Gladio's hair and kneaded gently at his scalp, Gladio echoed the sound. “Hey, Iggy?” he asked, closing his eyes. His only response was a soft murmur from Ignis, that sounded as blissed out as he'd looked. “Thanks for opening my mind.”

“You're quite welcome,” Ignis replied.

[demondean-for-kingofhell]

If You Only Knew

Part 3: Inhibitions || This is a repost to fix the masterlist.

You paced the house, your mind racing. He was severely unhinged; he had to be. To bring a complete stranger into… a mob hit? Was that what you witnessed last night?

Although, you hadn’t actually witnessed the hit. You saw Sam with the gun… and heard it go off. That didn’t mean Sam actually shot that kid. Right? Of course not. The way he treated you, how sweet he was… there was no way he shot Adam.

You nearly went into cardiac arrest when your cell phone rang and rushed over to it. “Dea- sir?”

“I don’t know how many times I have to tell you… you don’t need to call me Sir,” Dean grinned into the phone, pausing. “Unless it’s in the bedroom.”

You rolled your eyes at his stupid joke. “How can I help you, sir?” After the night you’d had, you weren’t in the mood to deal with his bullshit. You paid enough attention to him that you were able to hum a few times, agree to something, and then get off the phone with him before he could ask if you wanted him to come over.

You spent most of the night tossing and turning, unable to get the image of that young kid out of your head. You’d left your phone on silent after your call with Dean, opting to deal with whatever people needed the next morning.

When you woke up, you were surprised to see a message from Sam.

If you’re up for it, I’d love to see you again.

He was giving you an out.

Or was he?

You shook your head and ignored the text. You were supposed to be playing hard to get anyway.

By noon, your nerves were frayed beyond repair. You went for a pedicure, hoping that would at least lift your mood. You even stopped for coffee on your way home, leaving your government-issued sedan in the driveway.

You noticed them as you neared the front door.

Dozens of flower arrangements, littering your front porch. In the center of the largest arrangement was a small card with ‘Kate’ written on it. You stepped through the flowers, making your way to the card. When you opened it, you saw a messy handwriting that you assumed was Sam’s.

‘Please give me another chance. Tonight, 7pm?’

The hairs on the back of your neck prickled; someone was watching. You hastily shoved the card into your pocket, leaving the flowers on the porch and stepping into the house. You quickly shut the door, falling back against it.

“What the fuck…?” You breathed, your eyes on the ceiling.

The next few days went without any weird incidences. As you came in from grocery shopping, you were barely able to save the paper bags in your arms as your eyes bugged out of your skull. A box of Debauve & Gallais’s Le Livre sat innocently next to not one, but six bottles of Dom Perignon 2003 Rosé.

You admitted that you didn’t know much about them, but your desktop and Google did. You nearly choked on your water when you saw the price tags. “$550 for chocolate is…” you trailed off and put in a quick search for the champagne. “Christ! 330 dollars?! Each!”

You tapped the touch screen to close the browser and shoved everything in the fridge, not wanting to look at it a second longer. You couldn’t stop the thrill that went through you at knowing Sam was spending so much money to win your attention.  Though it was a thrill you immediately slapped away; this was work. You couldn’t let yourself lose focus.

You forced your mind to think of something other than Sam all night. Anything else.

Instead you just went to bed frustrated.

By the fourth day you were itching to text him back with an excuse, erasing half of a message four different times before you went on a run, leaving your phone at home to keep you from temptation.

You came back not an hour later to a box on your porch. That solidified your theory; he was definitely having you watched.

You grabbed it and hurried inside, locking the door behind you. Although that didn’t seem to help keep Sam out. You unwrapped the box, not sure what to expect. A black dress caught your eye, along with strappy gold high heels.

You snorted and shook your head. He was definitely getting desperate. You told yourself to stay strong and hung the dress in the front of your closet, knowing you would end up wearing it on your next outing with Sam.

The next morning you were woken by a UPS driver hand delivering a small box to your door, making sure you signed and checking your ID twice. Well, your fake ID. You knew it had to be from Sam, he was the only one you were using a false identity with.

You sighed and ripped open the brown box, moving the bubble wrap and lifting out a black velvet jewelry case with gold trim. Great. You pulled open the box, your jaw dropping as you caught sight of the necklace inside. There was a piece of stationary stuck to the inside of the lid and you carefully pulled it out.

I’ll pick you up Friday. Wear this with the black dress.

-Sam

You had to admit you were impressed, but this was not getting a call back from you. You set the necklace on your dresser gently, stripping down to get into the shower. One good thing about working undercover was your beauty regimen was amped up. After being bored all morning, you went to get a facial and your eyebrows waxed; something you had been meaning to do for a long time.

You grabbed your cell as it rang, checking to make sure it wasn’t Sam before ignoring it. Not that it would kill him to actually call you.

“What the fuck?!” you barely had time to press the brake as you whipped the sedan into your driveway to avoid bumping fenders with a brand new 2017 Tesla Model S, complete with a bow on top.

You let out a heavy sigh and stared at the shiny vehicle as it if had personally offended you. This was getting out of hand. You couldn’t have totaled what he had spent on you this week if you tried.

You grabbed your cell and dialed his number.

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“So, what was it, Kate? Maybe the necklace, it’s gorgeous though not quite as you are.” He saw the look you gave him. “No, no, it was the car. I knew you’d call after you saw it.” He gave you a smug smile, perched next to you on the backseat of the SUV.

“Sam, you really don’t have to do all of this.” You waved your hands vaguely, trying to encompass all the gifts that weren’t even with you.

“I know I don’t have to,” he whispered in your ear. “I want to.”

You’d be lying if you said that didn’t send a shiver up your spine. He leaned in closer, putting an arm around your shoulders. “I can give you whatever you want, Kate. You name it, and it’s yours.”

Your confession to operating the biggest drug smuggling ring in 100 years would be nice.

“Sam, really.” You protested weakly, those hazel orbs boring into you. Your next sentence was swallowed by his lips when he pressed his mouth to yours, a hand sliding up your thigh to grab your ass, kneading gently with his fingers.

You could get lost in kissing this good. You responded immediately, arching your body up towards his, trying to get closer to him.

Too soon he was pulling away, leaving warm breath on your neck as he chuckled lightly. “I knew you’d call.”

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Yep, you had definitely drank too much.

Enough to lower your inhibitions on the way home from the club. You grinned as you climbed into Sam’s lap, somehow keeping your clothes on and not fucking him in the backseat.

Or maybe you hadn’t had enough to drink. You were fully aware of his presence behind you as you shoved the front door open after a night out with him.

He watched as the SUV pulled away and locked your door, a small smile gracing his lips as he watched you kick off your shoes, the dress hugging every curve on your body. He wanted you; and your week long game of denying him would cost you dearly.

“Kate, where is the Dom Perignon?” He called as he moved into the kitchen.

“Fridge!” You yelled from somewhere in the back of the house. Sam grinned and pulled the first bottle he could reach, frowning when he realized the box of chocolates was unopened. He tore his eyes from the fridge, searching three different cabinets before finding champagne glasses.

You leaned against the doorway of the kitchen, watching Sam move around the room as if he belonged there. He handed you a glass and you took a sip, the drink a little too dry for your taste.

“So,” he ventured. “Took you long enough to call me back.”

“Well, I couldn’t very well ignore the beast of a car in my driveway now, could I?” You smirked over the rim of your glass.

He only gave you a half smile in return, a dark promise in those hazel eyes you loved so much.

“Come on, to bed with you.” He held his hand out and you took it, letting him lead you up the stairs and down the hall, following your direction to get to your room.

--

“Answer me when I ask you a question,” he whispered seductively into your ear. You shivered, shutting your eyes and tilting your head as he kissed your skin. You weren’t sure how you’d ended up here, standing in the middle of your bedroom with Sam, but you knew he had his hands on you, and you never wanted it to stop.

“Yes.. yes please.” You could feel the smirk on his lips as he pressed another kiss to your neck.

He had the gold zipper of your little black dress all the way down your back, not yet taking the material off your body. “Yes what? You gotta tell me what you want, sweetheart.”

You needed to stop, to pull away. This was your chance. Your mind was telling you to think, to not let it go too far.

It was a case.

Sam Winchester was a damn criminal.

He was running the most dangerous drug operation of the last century.

“Yes, please, fuck me.” The words spilled out before your brain had time to process them. You whimpered when his hand trailed down your back, his fingertips skimming and leaving goosebumps in their wake. “Sam…”

His hand was suddenly in your hair, fingers tangling in your locks and tugging gently. “I’ve got you, sweets.” You were already weak in the knees, desperate to feel his body pressed to yours, desperate for another kiss or tug of your hair, and he knew it. He pulled away from you and let your hair cascade down your back once more. You adjusted, wanting to feel him again, but he disappeared. “Keep your eyes closed, pretty girl.”

You kept still and did as he told you, waiting for something. You weren't sure what. Before you could think too hard, the black dress was pushed down your shoulders, off your arms until it slid down your body and pooled at your feet.

“Go ahead.” You almost jumped at his voice, but then he tapped your thigh gently. You understood and lifted your leg, stepping out of the dress. “Good girl.” His words made heat pool in your stomach. Sam chuckled. “Glad to know you like that.”

You were shaking under his touch. Sam could feel the barely-there shiver as he stood tall, green hazel eyes taking you in. His hand went over the lace bra, and a smirk appeared on his lips when you moved, arching your back just enough for him to cup your breast. “Sam.” His name was quickly followed by another whimper.

Sam moved behind you, unclasping your bra and letting it drop to the floor before he took your hand and finally led you to the bed. “You can open your eyes, sweetheart.”

When you finally did, you were standing between his legs and his hands were on your waist, a predatory smile on his lips. “You’re still dressed.” You were a little dumbfounded, cheeks flushed pink at his laugh.

“I am.” There was that smirk again. He left you standing as he started unbuttoning his shirt. His eyes never left yours, and it took all your self-restraint to not go for his pants. His eyes followed yours when they drifted down. “I’m impressed. You hate the slow burn, yet you’re being a good girl for me, doing as I say.”

“And if I wasn’t a good girl?” You challenged, biting your lip.

“Do you really wanna find out?” He asked, both hands on your hips, forcing you to take a couple steps back. He stood again, towering over you. “Answer me, Kate.”

“Yes.”

The silence was almost deafening as you both stared each other down, then suddenly his hand was back in your hair, tugging until your head tilted back. “Bad girls don't get to cum, Katie. You sure you wanna play games with me? I don’t think you can handle it.”

You shut your eyes once again, moaning softly when he pulled again on your hair.

You weren’t sure when he moved, but he was standing behind you now. His chest was to your back as he stepped forward, forcing you to move until your knees hit the bed. He didn’t have to instruct you. You climbed up, ready to fall on your back when he grabbed your hip. “No. Just like this, darlin. Gotta show you who's in charge here.”

“I don’t think I can show you from here, Sammy,” you teased, though he couldn’t see your mischevious smile. You jumped when his hands went to your panties, pulling until they were down your thighs. He lifted your left knee, then the right to get rid of them and slipped his hand between your legs, fingertips barely brushing against your pussy. You pushed your ass back against him for more, but he quickly pulled away.

“Don’t get greedy on me.”

You weren’t expecting the smack that landed on your ass, though it drew a loud, needy moan from you.

“Learning more and more about you every minute, huh? You like saying you’re a good girl, though you clearly push the limits.” He smacked you again. “You like getting punished for talking back. Hmm.”

“Sam, please…” He had been right about everything he’d said so far, including that you hated the slow burn. You were gripping the sheets on the bed by the time you heard the zipper of his pants. You stared forward at the headboard, tempted to glance back to see if that would earn you another slap on your ass.

He dug his wallet from his back pocket and grabbed the condom he’d slid in there before picking you up for your date. He dangled the small package from his teeth so he could get his hands on his slacks, finally getting rid of them as you waited impatiently on the bed.

You finally glanced over your shoulder to see him rip the package open with his teeth. He locked eyes with you and smirked as he rolled the condom on. “Couldn’t help yourself, could you?”

You blushed as his eyes roamed your ass and thighs, pupils blown with lust. “Guess not, sir.” You saw a genuine grin replace his smirk. “Looks like I’m finding out what you like too then, Sam.”

“Face the headboard.” His tone held no room for argument, and you turned just as you felt the bed dip behind you, your breath catching in your throat as a riot took place in your head. You turned again when his hand went to your lower back. He clicked his tongue disapprovingly at you. “Sweets, really now?” His hand slid up your back and tangled in the hair at the nape of your neck. You suddenly found your head against the mattress, his weight keeping you immobile.

You could feel his cock pressed against your ass and you tried in vain to wiggle your hips, hoping to spur him into action. He only pressed harder against you, using one of his knees to wedge your thighs apart.

You were white knuckling the bed sheets, small gasps leaving your lips with every small movement he made. “Sam…” Your voice was too high pitched to your own ears, needy and desperate for a man you barely knew to fuck you into next week.

“I told you to be a good girl, and you didn’t listen.” Sam’s voice rang in your ears as he smacked your ass harder than the first few times. His cock was at your entrance, and whatever smart-ass remark you had ready for him disappeared from your mind as he filled you in one smooth motion, his breath hissing between his teeth. “Goddamn, pretty girl. Fuck!”

Your own expletive was lost in the sheet as your muscles clenched around him, and you were so glad he paused for a second, even if it was just to press a kiss to your spine. He started a quick rhythm, each stroke sure and deep. He let go of your hair only to grab onto your hips, making sure he controlled every second of pleasure he was giving you.

“Fuck,” he muttered again. “Look so goddamn beautiful like this.” His breath was ragged as he fucked you into the mattress. You whimpered at this words, your hand slipping between your thighs. Your fingertips had barely grazed over your clit when his voice echoed off the hardwood floors. “No. Not yet. Hands above your head, Kate. You know what happens to bad girls.”

“Yes sir,” you whimpered, both hands reaching above your head to grab the headboard. You could already feel the muscles in your lower belly tightening as you neared release. “Like this, sir?” You weren’t sure how you managed those three words at all.

Sam wanted to chuckle at your question, knowing well that you were fucking with him, but he settled for increasing the pace, pounding into you almost brutally, each thrust hitting your g-spot with expert accuracy.

“You’re close, baby girl.” He growled, fingers digging into your hips. He refused to give you even an inch of power, keeping you locked in that position as he chased after his own high. “I can feel it. Let go for me, baby.”

You could only take what he gave you, your body absorbing every little movement. You screamed out loud when your orgasm hit you like a freight train, fire erupting in your belly as white spots danced behind your closed eyelids.

Sam never let up on you, quickly bringing you to a second orgasm before he was near finished with you. Your body was already spent when he buried his cock deep inside of your fluttering walls and came with a loud cry of your name. You could feel your cum trickling down your thighs, and his chest was pressed against your back as he fought for control of his breathing.

“Good girl.” He praised you as his hands finally let go of your hips, one slipping around your waist as he drug you both onto your sides, his cock slipping from your pussy with an obscene wet sound. You hummed softly, letting him hold you close as you laid there, your mind racing with the realization of what you had just done.

What was worse was you didn't want him to go; to leave you alone in this huge house that you hated. When his arms disappeared from around your waist, you almost panicked. “Sam?”

“Yeah sweetheart, give me a minute.” He disappeared from your bedroom into the adjoining bathroom. You propped yourself up on your elbow and watched as he padded across the floor after a minute, coming back with a towel. “On your back.”

You obeyed without a second thought, managing to keep your squirming to a minimum as he cleaned up your thighs with the towel, making sure to take softer strokes over your pussy.

“Better?” He pressed a kiss to your left thigh. You nodded, and he laid back down next to you. “Sleep, baby girl.”

You were already dozing off, but you kept your tired eyes open until his arms were back around your waist, pulling you across the bed until you were pressed against his naked chest. The warmth and pressure of his body against yours was comforting, and it didn’t take long for your breathing to even out.

Sam ran his fingers through your hair and pressed a kiss to your shoulder. “Good night, princess.”

@bailieinabottle for you sweetie!

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A Guide to Bridal Beauty Appointments added to Google Docs

A Guide to Bridal Beauty Appointments

The week of your wedding and the months leading up to it can certainly be crazy, with a flurry of vendor calls and emails, venue walkthroughs, and the need to tend to a wide range of other important details. Another thing to add to the endless list of to-dos is a wide range of beauty appointments that you may or may not opt to indulge in as you prepare for your big day. In order to look and feel your best as you walk down the aisle, there are several appointments you may be interested in that will leave you feeling pampered and fabulous.

Hair and Makeup Trial

One of the first bridal beauty appointments you’ll book will likely be your hair and makeup trials! These are important to ensure that you and your glam team are on the same page about how you’ll look the day of. Make these as far out as you want; just don’t make them too close to the big day in case you need to try a few more styles or opt for a different makeup or hair artist to better suit your style.

Laser Hair Removal

While it’s on the more expensive side, many brides enjoy splurging on laser hair removal in preparation for their wedding. This big-ticket beauty appointment works to eliminate hair that you would usually get rid of with a different, less-permanent method like shaving or waxing. Many brides use laser hair removal along their bikini line, in their armpits, and even on larger areas like their legs. Start these appointments six months out from your wedding as it could take time to go through all the laser treatments necessary for the process to be fully effective.

Facials

One of the most common appointments brides make to prepare for their wedding are regular facials. These are beneficial to do as often as possible starting six or three months before your wedding. Regular facials help to clear your skin and even your skin tone, making your complexion picture-perfect for the big day. Working with an aesthetician in the months before your wedding so that they understand your skincare needs and what your skin reacts best to will help improve the experience.

Spray Tanning

Many brides opt to get a spray tan for their big day to even out their skin tone and get a healthy glow. Experts recommend trying this three months before your wedding so that you find a salon that does well for you and your skin type. This way, you can also experiment with the shade a few times if needed so you don’t end up too dark or too light for your expectations.

Teeth Whitening

Many brides like to have their teeth professionally whitened in order to have a bright smile the day of their wedding and in their wedding photos. Start these consultations and appointments about three months out from your wedding. Many dentists offer this as a service, so check with yours at your next regular appointment if you’re interested in the process.

Hair Cut and Color

If you want to make any major changes to your hair, it’s wise to do so three months out from your wedding. This includes a major cut, highlights, or color change. This way if you don’t like the change, there’s more than enough time to rectify it before you walk down the aisle. If you need more of a trim than a full-on haircut, you can schedule one closer to your big day, such as a month out.

Waxing Appointments

If you don’t choose to go with laser hair removal, you’ll definitely want to make appointments for waxing about two weeks prior to your wedding. This goes for eyebrow waxing as well as anything on the body. Let your hair grow out in these areas for two weeks prior to the waxing appointment for the best, most long-lasting results.

Nail Appointments

Get your nails done as close as possible to your wedding date. Try to make your manicure and pedicure appointment for the day before your wedding so that it’s close to your event, but you’re not squeezing it in the morning of, as that will already be rushed. Think ahead of time what color you’ll want to wear on your nails and perhaps even try it beforehand to ensure it’s exactly what you envision.

Eyelash Extensions

Many brides choose to enhance their eyelashes in some way for their wedding. This could be in the form of eyelash extensions, an eyelash lift, or an eyelash tint. All of these have the goal to make the lashes more noticeable. If you decide to experiment with any of these procedures, starting them three months out is best to have time for any necessary adjustments. It also gives you time to get used to these changes!

There are so many beauty appointments that go into the perfect bridal look, so really consider which are right for you and plan ahead so that you have the time to commit to all that you want to indulge in before the big day.

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I never thought I’d do a boudoir photo shoot. 70 pounds ago, I thought that it was something only skinny bitches did. But I kept hearing that it was something that would boost your self esteem and that’s pretty much always good news, so I looked a little closer. And I figured it may also have a pleasant unintended outcome, too. My guy is hard to buy for anyways and if I can make him like me more, I’m in favor of that.

The Prep

I planned it so that the day before my boudoir shoot was devoted to me prepping. I was off from work. The kids were at school so I had time for me. I went to the nail salon early and had the whole place to myself. I got an acrylic set of fingernails and a gel pedicure to ensure it lasted. I even had my eyebrows waxed. I felt amazing, even before my shoot. I dyed and deep conditioned my hair. I even shaved everything below the neck.

Her instructions were pretty detailed. I was given enough time to do up to three outfit changes so I made sure the night before to lay then all out. I didn’t have three outfits that I loved so I kept to two. I mean, at that point I wasn’t even sure I was really going to go through with it. But I did.

Embracing New Experiences

When I walked into my boudoir shoot I was visibly nervous. Katie welcomed me and smiled warmly. The shoot was at her home (As a lot of boudoir shoots are) and after meeting her and seeing how kind she was, I was just glad I wasn’t going to get murdered, honestly. Prior to the shoot we had exchanged several text messages and she even sent me google document with detailed instructions on how to prepare for my shoot. So I guess I was “prepared” – even if I pulled up to the address feeling ready to puke.

But then there was Katie. It didn’t take long before I was feeling a bit more at ease. After reading reviews of other boudoir photographers, I’m convinced this is the thing they have in common: They can make you feel comfortable, even when you’re entirely prepared to be awkward and weird. We talked a few minutes about what I wanted and I showed her the outfits I’d chosen. She was very reassuring and suggested I start with the more modest outfit. She said by outfit number two, I’d have the confidence to rock it. And boy, was she was right.

She Knew Exactly What She Was Doing

She took the time to make sure all my poses were, not only flattering, but that I was comfortable with each. She showed me a few images here and there as she shot to build my confidence so the more she shot, the sexier I felt. It was the most secure I’ve ever felt about who I am, while still feeling so vulnerable at the same time.

I did the shoot for me. But showing my better half the results? Well, let’s just say he was pleased, to say the least. And even better, he was proud, mostly. He tells me I’m beautiful all the time but in these images, I finally saw it, too. He was proud to see that I saw it. All my hard work; raising two babies, weight loss and just everything that a working mom life entails. I still saw a sexy, strong, powerful woman in those pictures and honestly, I can’t wait to do it again.

So thank you a million times, Katie; for an amazing experience. I can’t wait for our next collaboration. Check out her website and Instagram to see all her amazing work.

        30-Something Mom Seeking Sexy I never thought I'd do a boudoir photo shoot. 70 pounds ago, I thought that it was something only skinny bitches did.