my journey down

Hi! 👀

New followers! Hi, hello, I love you. Welcome to my journey down the rabbit hole.🙈

Update on SB life. Have one new POT whom I talking with, but he’s on vacation for a month and said he’ll see me in August. We’ll see about that… Haven’t talked to the Ex-Lawyer since last Monday. I’ll probably text him tomorrow to see if he wants to see me again, and if he does can I get that allowance up front please.

I’ve been busy with my vanilla job and my vanilla boyfriend lately. But hey, my rent is paid, my fridge is full and my boyfriend is still in love with me. So I can’t complain too much. 🤷🏻‍♀️

I just need to hustle a little harder so I can get my ride back. 😩

If you’re overweight and you’re eating healthy food, people will not take you seriously (because they expect that eating healthy food means you should have the perfect “fitness” body already, and if you don’t have it yet, clearly you haven’t succeeded or some shit).

If you’re skinny and eating healthy, people will be “concerned” for you because you need to gain weight.

If you’re overweight and you have a treat (that you counted in your macros and calories) or even a cheat meal that you’re aware of, they’ll ask if you’re sure you should be eating that… because won’t one meal hinder your weight loss? (and if you previously felt good about eating it because you know life is about balance, you begin to feel skeptical).

If you’re skinny and you work out, they will tell you that you don’t need to… because exercise is only for weight loss, apparently, and not strength.

If you’re overweight and you work out, people will not take you seriously (see first point) and they will always try to correct you because they will assume you don’t know what you’re doing.

tldr; people don’t know your goals, they don’t know your progress and they don’t know your body. You will be judged whether you choose to go for that salad or if treat yourself and go with the fries. You will be judged whether you’ve just started your weight loss journey or are ¾ of the way there. You will be judged whether you want to lose weight or if you’re happy with the way you are. trust your body and your goals, and do it for yourself x

Weigh In 5.20.17

Starting weight: 242.1
Last weeks weigh in: 193.4
Todays weight: 190.0
Lost this week: 3.4
Total lost: 52.1

Glad to be down again but was hoping the bloat plus the week of being extra good would add up to more.
Mentally have been struggling more these last 2 weeks or so. Been wanting to eat whatever. Not wanting to go on walks or workout. Been trying to find the head space I was in before but it’s been a struggle. I did well this week but I was fighting myself the whole time. Just trying to keep moving forward.

#4 mini goal met today. #5 is 180 and ten lbs to go.

4

@kazliin of bright stars and burning hearts: chapter 4 moodboard

Making it count on the first date...

[Was inspired by a Tumblr friend to write this story.]

We made out in the Uber on the way to my place from our first date: dinner, swing dancing, wine, and a little grab-ass when we thought no one was looking. We barely made it through the door to my apartment without your pinning me to the door and ravaging me in front of the neighbors. But we make it inside and skip the tour: my bed is the only stop either of us is interested in.

I sit next to you and, even though we just spent a 30 minute drive making out – come to think of it…it shouldn’t have taken that long to get here…was our driver enjoying the show? – well, after all that, I still start by looking deeply into your eyes with my hands on either side of your face and pressing my lips gently to yours. Our hunger takes over once again, and your hands begin to wander across my body. But I grab them in mine and hold them behind your back.

As I break our kiss, your mouth strains to reclaim mine, but I’ve begun to make my way down to your neck. Then to your collarbone. Then I release your hands and put my own at the bottom of your top and search your eyes for permission to remove it. My answer comes in a half-feral grunt and an emphatic nod. And so I pull your top up and our mouths reconnect for a moment while I remove your bra, before I begin the journey back down.

Slowly.

Teasingly and tantalizingly slowly.

But once I’ve kissed down your sternum, I take one breast in my warm hand as I lavish the other with firm, wet licks from my tongue and gentle sucks from my hungry mouth.

I switch back and forth between them as I feel you straining for more, writhing in eagerness for what is to come.

I kiss my way back up your sternum. To your collarbone. To your neck. To your earlobe. And finally to your mouth. My hands play with the waistband of your bottoms, teasing them down as I begin my journey back down your body, leaving even more kisses everywhere, worshiping you. I pull your bottoms and panties down, carefully unrwapping this gift from the gods without stopping my kissing pilgrimage down your body.

I stop at the mound of your pussy and reverse course. Your hands snap to my shoulders and push them down in frustration. My own hand finds your right nipple and begins to brush it. You lose your grip on my shoulders and I tease my way back up your body, a wicked grin on my face.

As my tongue flicks your nipple, my hands start to caress your thighs. As as I work my way down the path of kisses I’ve created so thoroughly, my hands move slowly up your thighs until they almost meet at your dripping wet pussy.

You spread your legs wider as my hands move up and as my mouth approaches your eager sex. And as you feel my breath, hot with desire against your pouting lips, my head turns to the side and plants a kiss on your inner thigh.

And then the other.

And while I did that, my hand slides up to your pussy and spreads your lips wide.

And then I take my first taste.

Long, slow, broad licks with my whole tongue, alternated with zig-zags across your lips, avoiding your clit for the moment. But as I sense you are ready, I suck gently on your clit and slide just one finger inside you. Your warmth is overwhelming. I bring you to the first of what I hope will be many orgasms this evening.

Sated for the moment, if only slightly, you begin the task of undressing me. While you unbutton my shirt, we kiss, and you can taste your essence on my tongue. Finally shed of my clothes as well, we embrace, finally feeling each other’s warmth without barrier.

As hard as it is to break away from our first uninhibited embrace, you want to feel and see my rigid cock for the first time, so you muster the strength to pull away from my kiss. Your hands slide down my chest to my tummy to my pelvis, with none of the patience I’ve just shown. You feel it radiating heat before you actually touch my cock, which is straining for attention and leaking precum.

You stare for a second, taking it in, before your own sodden and swollen sex reminds you what you’re after. Your hand grasps the base of it and you extend your tongue for a taste of the pearl of clear fluid just emerging from the tip of my uncut cock.

Your eyes find mine as your prepare to take the head into your warm mouth. I nod. My hand grips your shoulder ever so slightly.

And as you close your mouth over it, you lost my eyes, which have rolled back with the rest of my head. My grip on your shoulder tightens perceptibly. You take only a few short treks up and down my shaft before I pull you back up to eye level and whisper in your hear that you can have more of that later.

“First, I need you to put our first child inside you,” I whisper hotly into your ear, my voice ragged with desire and need.

I feel you shudder as you comprehend my words and my hands grasp your hips, both to steady you and to claim you. I take my place atop you once again as I pull my hands up the sides of your torso to your underarms and then up your arms, extending them above your head as we kiss madly. Each of my hands finds its partner at the end of your arms and grasps tightly, fingers intertwining.

I bring all our hands together just above your head. Our kisses continue, and your hips gyrate madly under mine, straining now for what I’ve promised.

I free one of my hands and leave the other holding both your wrists against the mattress. The free hand finds your left nipple. As you arch your back in response to this newest stimulus, I thrust my hips toward you, dragging my cock against your aching mound.

Unsure which direction to push toward, my hand or my cock, you are left to buck wildly under me, whimpering and desperate for me to finally push into you.

I linger here for an exquisite moment, my mouth on yours, enjoying the control I’m about to so thoroughly lose. For as soon as I slip inside you, I know I’ll lose myself to you. But for the moment, I revel in it.

I break our kiss and pin down your hips with mine, my cock resting against your mound. My eyes find yours. Hunger and passion and desire have given mine a fierce glow.

“Tell me what you want,” I demand. My voice shaking from the anticipation.

“You,” you reply.

“And?”

Your hips adjust under me, trying to coax me inside. “Your cock. I want your cock.”

“Why?”

My mouth nibbles your ear lobe before you can reply, sending a small shock-wave through you.

“Fuck!” you shout. “Because I’m ready to be the mother of your children. Because I need to be. Because if you don’t put a baby in me right now I’m going to pin you down and take it myself.”

“Maybe the next one,” I say as I shift my body down and allow my cock to rest just at the entrance to your pussy. I can feel your warmth. Your slickness. You’re ready. The trail of precum I’ve left along your mound is evidence of my own eagerness.

My free hand returns to the hands above your head. We intertwine fingers again and I push both hands into the mattress. 

“Oh god, fucking take me!” I hear you growl, in a voice I’ve never heard before.

The reaction of my body is immediate and involuntary. My hips thrust forward and the head of my cock finally finds its way into your passage.

The heat generated by this moment is satisfying. We both lose some of the tension that has built up in our muscles. But as the tension dissipates, we lose none of the drive. Your body has eased the path for my invading cock to make its way toward your pouting and hungry cervix.

As I bury myself entirely inside you, my balls press up against you, and you know that I’m all the way in. Your mouth reaches for mine.

I kiss back, but this kiss is unlike the others we’ve shared to this point. It is as though I might devour you with this kiss. And as we kiss my hips start to find a rhythm pumping into you. Staccato. Hard. Fast. Purposeful. Each one punctuated with a grinding of my hips against you, as though I were trying to push my entire being inside you.

My kiss has become ravenous. I find your breasts with my mouth as I continue to thrust into you.

“Oh God, I’m gonna cum!” you shout. I only growl in response, redoubling my thrusts. You’re meeting each with your own, pushing back against me.

As I feel your pussy clench around my cock, you exclaim, “Aah! I’m cumming!” And that sends me into a blinding orgasm. 

My hips stop thrusting with my cock buried as far as it’s ever been inside you. 

My red-hot cum shoots straight at your cervix. 

Your spasms drink in my sperm, assuring that one of them will find its target.

We stay like this for what feels like forever. Shaking and panting and cumming.

When I’ve regained my senses, I grab a pillow from the bed and place it under your hips. Elevating you to make sure none of my cum is wasted.

“I love you,” I whisper into your ear as I nuzzle into your neck. “And so will the baby we just made.” My left hand rests on your tummy, already protective of the child I’m certain I’ve put there.

*does one ab workout a month, consistently checks for abs*

Hahahaha, my life.

P.S. - I did a preliminary weigh in because I wanted to know what to expect for Friday, bodyfar went down to 23% on the dot. My friend at the store told me he thinks I can get down to 14%, but I’m aiming for 16.5-17%. I’d even be happy with 18, 19%. I won’t win with that but it’s more about how I feel and look.

to everyone that left me nice tags on this post, or even recently on my artwork, you are all wonderful and I wish i had the spoons to message u all individually and thank you because I do read each and every one of them and it really brightens my day to see other people enjoying something that I created. 

I really do have the best followers and I appreciate you all whether you interact with my posts or not, and just like seeing my stuff on your dash. I’m still so grateful. 

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Do You Promise Me, Weasley? - George Weasley Imagine

-Requested-

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Hi~ Can you write an imagine where George is jealous and overprotective because the reader have to do a work with a boy that is in love with her (she doesn’t know but George does and he hate that guy XD) I’m sorry if my english is bad ;^;. Thanks~
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Can you do an imagine where george and his girlfriend get into a big fight right after she finds out she is pregnant but hasn’t told him yet and she believes he doesnt want to be with her anymore and won’t want the baby. But of course it all works out in the end. Please?
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A/n: I don’t know why but for some reason I just thought that this might be a really good idea to combine both of these requests… I may be wrong tho…

~(Y/n)’s POV~

How does one react when they get the truth that there is a baby living and growing in your stomach? My reaction like most girls is happy. I was joyful and grateful that I was able to have an amazing boyfriend who can father this child but as my mind drifted off to the thought of George, I was instantly saddened and anxious. How would George react to this news? We’ve been together since our third year but we’ve been best friends since our first year in which I’m thankful everyday that my chocolate frog ran away from my clutches and landed in the hands of a very special ginger.

Life is an unexpected thing. You probably won’t even know what’s going on until it actually happens. I can’t predict or change the future, even if I wanted to but sometimes you just have to accept the things that are happening. I didn’t want to lose George, he’s the best thing that has ever happened to me. He cares and loves me for me. He never hesitates to tell me how beautiful I am no matter where we are and he protects me from any kind of danger. Including “danger” that involves boys talking to me, I don’t think I’ve ever had a conversation longer than five minutes but I didn’t complain.

All day long, I thought long and hard on how to break the news to him. I looked at myself in my hand mirror talking to myself.

“I’m pregnant, George… I’m pregnant! Surprise!… I’m pregnant haha” then I smacked myself in the face, this was harder than I thought. I don’t even think that I’ll be able to speak when I get the chance to talk to him. I waited in the common room for him to arrive, I knew he would be back soon from his quidditch practice. I kept practicing until the moment he walked in, something about the look on his face showed that he was mad.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, the news can wait as it seems that right now isn’t a good time.

“Nothing” he mumbled brushing me off before heading straight to the staircase. Are you kidding me? I grabbed his hand and yanked it.

“Don’t tell me that it’s nothing George. What’s wrong?”

“You want to know what’s wrong?” He spat “I can’t believe that I was so oblivious to see that you were cheating on me!”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“Don’t act all innocent. Brennan already told me everything”

“I’m not cheating on you!” He didn’t speak nor did he look at me “You’re seriously going to take his word over mine!”

I couldn’t believe it. George, out of all people, knew that Tyler Brennan had this huge crush on me and he’s even made a few accusations that I’ve slept with him before but now all of sudden George believes his bogus story.

“George, I’ve never cheated on you! You know that Tyler is lying to you! He always lies!” I tried to give him reasons but it seems that he wouldn’t take any of them.

“George?” I whispered

“Just leave me alone” he said in a quiet tone before actually leaving me alone in the common room. I stood there in disbelief. He just left me.

~A week later~

It was ridiculous the way George was acting. Freaking ignoring me when I passed by, making no acknowledgement that I was in the same room. It was as if I no longer existed, like I was a ghost. I haven’t told anyone about the pregnancy but keeping secrets had its toll on me. I felt like I had this unbearable weight pushing down on me because there’s no one to talk to about it. I was surprised that I haven’t been skipping classes to eat ice cream in front of the common room fire, I always thought that without George I would be miserable that I didn’t have my boyfriend and a father for my baby but I’ve seen plenty of strong and independent single moms.

Unfortunately the dreadfulness of my life continued.

Only for a few minutes because our teacher, Professor Trelawney, paired me up with the person I hated the most because he ruined my relationship, Tyler Brennan. I would happily end his life with two simple words “Avada Kedavra” but then I would get expelled from the best school in the universe and go to azkaban which doesn’t really sound worth it once I think about it. I rested my chin atop of my folded hands and looked into the cloudy crystal ball trying my hardest not to punch the idiot right next to me.

“So, I heard that you and George broke up. Do you wanna go out? I would have asked you earlier but I’ve been so busy with quidditch you know.” His cocky voice making me gag, I looked up at him to see him bending his arms up and showing his supposed ‘guns’. I’m pregnant and I found that I have a lot more mood swings… Then usual. I rolled my eyes and raised my hand.

“Yes miss. (Y/l/n)?” Trelawney said.

“My poor partner’s future says that he’ll die soon and it makes me very very sad” I said “I don’t want to hear the rest or I might cry so I’m just going to switch with…” I looked around. “Maverick, if you don’t mind”

“Oh. Go, go ahead” she said, I just decided to sit with Maverick. He was this Hufflepuff student in my year, same height as George, black glasses, black hair and olive skin. Every time we encountered, he seemed to always wave and smile in which I would always return because he’s always so nice.

“Hi” I said plopping down on the empty seat next to him.

“H-hi” he said meekly.

“So. What are we doing?”

“Well, we’re just supposed to look into the ball and see if a sign pops up.” It was silent until he started a conversation. “H-how are you? I heard that you and George broke up” I just looked at him and smiled.

“I’ve been better, I must admit. Just a little.”

'Oh also, I forgot to add that I’m pregnant but forget about it. How are you?’
I thought in my head.

“Um… You know that w-” he was cut short as he was pushed back making him fall. I looked at the attacker to see, George.

“What hell are you doing?” I got up and helped Maverick. George came closer.

“He was practically undressing you with his eyes” he said furiously, the anger getting the best of him. Everyone was looking now.

“So what if he was?!” I spat, my anger, now, getting the best of me. “We’re not together, George. Remember, you left me because you believed his bogus story!” I pointed at Tyler.

“I was wrong. I don’t know why I believed him.”

“Just save it. I don’t want to hear more lies” I said quietly before grabbing my bag and leaving the classroom then I began my long journey down the staircase.

“(Y/n)!” It was George.

“What George?!” I yelled. I was so done. God, I’m pregnant and I’m having a fight with my child’s father. I looked up to see George barely at the beginning of the staircase.

“I miss you. I should have never took Brennan’s word over yours-”

“Yet you did… Just leave me alone”

“No! I won’t leave you alone”

“Why not?”

“Because I love you. I made the biggest mistake letting you go but I won’t let it happen again. I’m sorry for everything, I should have never yelled at you or accused you of something like that. Just please give me a second chance.”

I was about to walk up the stairs and hug him but I think the baby was disagreeing. I can feel that weird sensation in my stomach and I began to feel a bit dizzy, I ran down the rest of the stairs with both of my hands over my mouth. I heard following footsteps indicating that George was chasing after me. I went to the nearest dirt path and let it go. I felt hands pull back my hair.

As I was done, I looked at George.

“I’m pregnant. Surprise!” I said weakly with a small smile. I think the adding of surprise made the news more cheerful I think. George smiled and hugged me tightly in his arms.

“I’ll be by your side the whole time”

“Do you promise me, Weasley?”

“Who do you think I am? Ron?” He laughed “I promise”

~~Kristian

Where she went

Originally posted by vansk

Chapters: 2 , 3 , 4 , 5 , 6 , 7 , 8 , 9 , 10

Where she went Masterlist

Chapter 1

Four years. It’s been four years since I last saw his face. It’s been four years since I told him that I loved him. It’s been four years since I last felt like I had a family.

I held my suitcase close to my side as we all unloaded from the bus. As my feet hit the ground and the air hit my nose. I knew I was home.


“Have a great stay in Charming!” The bus driver yelled at me before pulling away from the station.


‘Charming, California. I never thought I’d see this place again.’ I thought to myself as I began to walk down the road and back to the only place I’ve ever could call home. As I walked I heard the rumble of motorcycles coming down the street as I stopped and turned to see a herd of Samcro bikers and bikes speeding down the road. I smiled to myself as I continued my journey down the road.
Soon enough, I began to see the sign of the reaper on the side of a building while a sign read ‘Teller-Morrow Auto’ I smiled as I began to pick up the pace. Once I reached the gates I could see some men working on cars, while others were lounging around. I could see the croweaters busy at work to try and please the sons as they got off their bikes and then I saw him.


Jax Teller.


The boy who made my heart skip a thousand beats. Jax had been getting off his bike when this older woman approached him and put her hand on his shoulder.


‘Wait. I know her… It’s Gemma.’ I thought to myself as smiled. I began to take a deep breath before walking in. I watched as Gemma and Jax began to take notice of my arrival with confused looks. As I began to come close I noticed Tig begin to stand up and head for my direction.


“Hello Dollface, is there something I can help you with?” Tig said as I laid my suitcase beside me.


“Actually, yeah there is,” I said without taking my sunglasses off.


“Lay it on me,” Tig responded with a smirk.


“I’m looking for my favorite uncle. He works at Teller-Morrow, he’s a member of the famous biker gang ‘Sons of Anarchy’, he’s about 6’1 with black curly hair and sometimes goes by the name Tig. Do you know him by any chance?” I questioned with a smirk. Tig began to chuckle as he looked back at Jax and them.


“I do, actually. My name’s Tig but I don-” I cut Tig off by removing my sunglasses with a smirk.


“Hey Tig, did you miss me?” I said as Tig’s mouth dropped in awe.


“(Y/-(Y/N)?” Tig stuttered out as I nodded my head with a big smile spreading across my face. The next thing I knew Tig had engulfed me into a hug as he picked me up and begun to spin me around.


“Baby girl! I thought you were gone for good. I missed you so fucking much!” Tig yelled out as I giggled.


“I missed you too,” I said as Tig finally began to put me down. “How is everyone? Where’s John? I missed him so much.” I questioned as Tig looked to the ground before looking back at me.


“Uh, maybe you should see Jax and Opie first. They haven’t been the same since you left.” I nodded my head as Tig signaled Opie to come over first.


“What is it, man?” Opie questioned as he began to walk over into our direction.


“I have someone I want you to see,,” Tig said as he smiled and moved out of Ope’s way.


“Wh- (Y/-(Y/N)?” Opie said as he stopped mid-walk.


“Yeah, it’s been awhile,” I said as Opie ran and picked me up just as Tig did.


“How have you been? Where did you go? Does Jax know you’re back?”  Opie questioned all at once as I giggled.


“For one, I’ve been good, for two, I went to New York for a little while and for three, not yet. I think I got them all.” I said as Opie chuckled and nodded his head.


“You did.” By now, everyone began to crowd around us as I began to see some new faces and some old faces. “Speaking of Jax, where is he?” I questioned as Opie began to look around before he pointed over towards his bike. I nodded before pushing through the crowd and walking over to him.


“Well, well, well, the prince of Charming is it? I bet you thought you never see this face again?” I questioned as Jax’s mouth dropped in awe.


“(Y/-(Y/N)?! Is that you?!” Jax questioned as he pushed himself off his bike before coming towards me.


“The one and only, I said with a smirk as Jax’s eyes lit up and he ran towards me and wrapped me in his arms.


“I thought you were gone for good… Especially after what happened the night you left.” I half smiled as I tried not to bring up the memories of my past as Jax wrapped his arm around my shoulders.


“I was going to be but I missed my family too much… I missed you too much.” I said as a faded blush spread across Jax’s cheeks.


“I missed you too. You know, in honour of you coming back, I’m going to throw you one hell of a welcome home party.” Jax said as I giggled.


“Well, how was your trip?” I turned to see Gemma standing behind me and Jax with her arms crossed and a playful smirk on her face.


“Eh, New York is not as eventful as here. It doesn’t compare to this place.” I said as Gemma chuckled before opening her arms and coming towards me.


“I missed you baby.” Gemma said as she pulled me in for a hug. I smiled as I hugged her back.


“I missed you too.” I said as we pulled away and Jax’s arm came around my shoulders again.


“You know John and I almost tore a strip out of him after he told us you were gone and then we almost skinned him alive when he told us why you left.” I chuckled as a question popped into my head.


“Speaking of John, where is he? I missed his wittiness and sarcasm.” I said as I looked around while Gemma and Jax exchanged worried glances.


“Why don’t I get you settled in and then I’ll tell you where John is, sound good?” I nodded my head with a confused look coming across my face.


“Okay.” I said simply as Jax nodded.


“Well, do you have a place to stay?” Jax questioned as I shook my head. “Well, you can stay in my dorm with me. Like old times.” Jax said with a smirk as I chuckled.


“As long as you don’t hog the blankets like you used too, you’ve got yourself a deal.” I said as Jax chuckled as he walked me into the club.


When, we got into the club I immediately felt like I was home. The smell of cheap perfume, alcohol and stale cigarettes hit my nostrils when I first walked in. I smiled as the boys all looked over in my direction with shocked and confused faces.


“Hey boys, who missed me?”

Dirty Bathwater--Imagine #23

Anonymous said: you should totally write an imagine where your crush wakes you up by neck kisses and then you have a warm bath together. idk you should make it heated. *coughs* its not your babe i swear *coughs*

A/N: I see through your disguise, babe. ;) I see through it! I’m so sorry that you asked for this months ago and I didn’t get around to it ‘til now. Hope you enjoy, dear “not my babe”. ;) <3 


Her eyes were closed, soft puffs of warm air escaping her slightly parted mouth and I felt my chest constrict with the pain that I could never show her how beautiful and precious she was to me. Of course, I told her as often as I could but words felt so weak and actions were still so inadequate in showing her how big my love for her was. 

Her hair was a gorgeous mess, and I smiled to myself as I remembered our passionate coupling last night. Every time with her was just as mind-blowing as the last. 

I shifted myself closer to her sleeping form, in awe of how the first rays of light streaming in through the thin curtains brought out different hues in her hair. Slowly, ever so slowly, I pressed my lips to the part of her neck where her shoulder met her neck. Inhaling her sweet scent, I savored the salty taste of her skin as I lightly flicked my tongue along her tender, soft skin. 

She shifted as I continued my trail of kisses up her neck, each slow enough for me to breathe her in and savor the feel of her skin underneath my lips. 

As I made it to under her jaw, I felt her hand lazily comb through my unruly hair, making me let out a soft moan. She let out a contented sigh in answer and pressed me closer to her in encouragement of my ministrations to her jaw. Lazily, but passionately, I sucked on the line of her jaw, not being able to stop the smile that graced my lips as she let out soft noises of satisfaction. 

Reluctantly, I pulled my lips from her skin, to look into her glazed over gaze, a sleepy, soft smile pulling at the corners of her lips.

“G’morning, love,” I murmured, grinning down at her.

“It sure is,” she replied, running her delicate hands up and down my bare back.

I laid there, half on top of her, staring down into her mesmerizing eyes. Something seemed to dawn on her face after a few moments.

“Last night, I never got to take my bath,” she said, pouting slightly, lightly dragging her fingernails down over my shoulder-blades. 

I shuddered. “Mm, I’m sorry I distracted you,” I gave her a cheeky grin. “On second thought, actually, I’m not sorry at all,” I added. 

She rolled her eyes, but her smile widened. I licked my lips and saw her eyes shift back to mine, a glint of mischief in them. 

“I think I’ll go take it now,” she whispered, slipping out from under my upper body and the sheets. 

I watched her in all her glorious nudity walk away from the bed to the bathroom. I gulped, my eyes dropping to her ass. When she reached the doorway, she turned giving me those fucking bedroom eyes.

“Join me?” she tugged her lip between her teeth. 

“Oh, fuck yes,” I hissed, jumping out of the rumpled bed.

Minutes later we were wet and immersed in sudsy bathwater. My legs bracketed hers, and I gently massaged her back. With a moan, she sunk against me even further, her body slipping down my body gloriously. 

I closed my eyes trying to lock in the sensation of her wet, naked body against mine. Opening them again, I picked up a loofa, soaping it up before raising her left arm in my left as I ran the loofa down it with my right hand. I watched the drops of water drip off her arm, and splash into the water, making it ripple around our bodies. 

She turned her head and leaned it back onto my shoulder to look into my eyes. 

“Something wrong, babe?”

I held back a groan at the way she was looking at me. Eyes hooded, mouth parted just the slightest, eyebrows crinkling with concern. No one had ever made me feel as wanted or cared for as she did. 

“Yeah, actually,” I put on a worried face, my voice rough with need. 

“What is it, c/n?” She asked, turning her body more, her hip now digging into my groin, making me hiss as pleasure shot through me from the friction of her body against mine. 

“You’re not on top of me,” I managed, my tongue heavy in my mouth. 

She looked at my lips once, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth. A shy smile lifted the corners of her mouth as she looked back up at me through her long lashes. There was that hint of irresistible sexuality that burned in her eyes right before she took action. 

Using the sides of the tub as help, she twisted her body around. The hot water sloshed around us as she settled her open thighs over mine, resting on my lap. I was completely hard at this point and she knew it. Her heavy-lidded eyes lifted to mine, and she held my gaze as she swiveled her hips over me.

“Mm, sorry, just needed to find the right spot,” she smiled wickedly.

My head fell back as her movements made me involuntarily jerk up to rub up on her. 

“Find the right spot, my ass. We may be in the bath but you’re still playing dirty as fuck,” I hissed out through my lust, forcing my eyes to open so as to take in her beautiful face. 

She simply gave me one of those angelic smiles that would normally make me laugh from how it contrasted with her piercing gaze if I wasn’t under her influence. She was a drug to me, and I craved every part of her. 

She nipped at my bottom lip and I gripped onto her hips, rubbing circles into the soft skin there, pressing her harder over me. She gave into me and started swiveling her hips in a circle over my erection the way she knows drives me insane. The bath water sloshed noisily now, as I hungrily took her lips between mine, our tongues sliding against one another, tasting, savoring, moaning. 

Her wet fingers traced a wet trail of water droplets up my bare back and into the damp hair at the nape of my neck. As our kisses turned even more urgent, and her thrusts over me frantic, her grip on the ends of my hair tightened almost to the point of pain. 

“Shit, goddamnit, y/n,” I growled, moving my lips to her neck, nipping and grazing my teeth down until I bent her backwards so her neck rested on the opposite edge of the tub. 

“C/n,” she whimpered, her legs tightening around me, fingers grasping at me. 

I simply groaned back at her as I watched her hair fall erotically into the water, swirling in the blue-ish water. Her back arched as I cupped my hand to gather water in my palm, letting it poor between the valley of her breasts. 

“I’ve never believed in any god, but when it comes to you it’s all I can do to stop myself from worshiping your body any time I’m around you,” I breathed out, watching how her chest rose and fell frantically. 

“So do it,” she pleaded. 

Her eyes were glazed as I gazed down at her. I pressed a soft kiss to her lips, chuckling when she tried to pull me in for more. Instead, I pulled away, lathering my hands in soap, making it turn into a sudsy thick covering over my palms. 

Slowly, my eyes trying to memorize every detail of her, I trailed a soap covered finger down her collarbone to the middle of her chest. Bringing my other hand up, I smoothed both my palms over her tits and she gasped at the contact. I gave her a grin, as her eyes slid closed. My hands continued their journey down over her waist, swirling the soap over her wet skin. 

“Please–ah–c/n,” she whined. 

“I can’t just leave the soap on you, gotta wash it off you,” I smiled softly, adoration swelling in my chest. 

“Fuck that,” she smirked. 

Before I knew what was happening, she had tugged turned the shower on, letting the spray rain down on us and her body. I watched it wash the soap from her body, mesmerized by how it slid off her body into the water in the tub.

“Now, shut up and fuck me already,” She laughed, pulling me down over her in a searing kiss. 

Save Me - Part 2 - Chapter 50

I didn’t care if Jared was sweaty. Or smelly. I just cared that he was here with me and that we were okay. My fingers played with the fabric of his shirt not wanting to let him go. I wanted to stay comfortably in his lap.

“I want to get you in bed, take a very quick shower then crawl in next to you.” He said, tilting my chin down and kissing my lips, “C'mon baby girl, it’s late. Up you go.”

I wanted to say ‘no’, to tell him how I felt but instead listened. I wanted to get back to what was familiar, what drew us so closely together in the first place. I craved my Sir.

“Yes, Sir.” I said quietly as I reached up for another kiss.

Sliding off his lap to stand, Jared was right behind me. Not wanting to break contact any more than I did, he placed his warm hand at the base of my neck. His thumb caressing my skin as we walked together made me happily sigh. Closing my eyes, his dominant touch gave me such a sense of peace and security.

I waited next to him as he pulled the blankets on the bed back then fluffed the pillow before turning his attention back to me.

“I won’t be long, baby girl.” Jared said quietly, his hands resting at my hips, “Don’t feel like you have to wait up.”

Before I could speak, a yawn snuck up on me right in his face. Internally, I cringed. Not my most graceful moment, that’s for sure.

“I’m sorry..” I said embarrassed as I covering my mouth with my hand ; my yawn turning into a giggle, “That was attractive.”

“You’re always beautiful, even when you’re yawning in my face.” Jared whispered with a smile, “C'mon sleepyhead.”

I could almost feel the ease falling over us and it honestly made me feel so light. So relaxed, comfortable.

Jared reached for the tie on my robe pulling it apart and allowing it to fall open. Even though the room was dim, I could see his eyes darken as he gazed at my naked body. That look in his eyes, instantly sent a pulse of desire through my entire being. Taking one lapel in each hand, he gently pushed the fabric off my shoulders then tossed it on the foot of the bed.

“God you’re beautiful…” Jared murmured as he took a step closer, slipping his hands around my waist.

Pulling my body to him, his hands began to wander across my skin. Pressing his nose against my neck, I could feel his breath flutter on my skin between kisses. My arms wrapped around his waist and as I pushed myself to him, my need to be close to him taking my senses over.

Standing there together as we gently touched, trading kisses between murmured sighs, I could feel my anticipation running down the inside of my thighs. Shifting my stance just slightly, I could feel his stiff cock against my hip as I rocked my hips into him.

I was glad I wasn’t the only one completely turned on, it was almost embarrassing how quickly my body reacted to his touch.

“Mine…” Jared murmured.

“Yes, yours..” I whispered, “Only yours.”

I kissed along Jared’s shoulder while my hands delicately wandered across his back. I wanted all of him. The feel of his fingertips tracing and invisible path up my arms, leaving goosebumps in his wake, thoughts of sleep were the last thing on my mind. Right now, I was totally consumed with him.

“Baby..” Jared whispered as he pulled slightly back.

Bringing his hands to circle my collarbone, he using his thumbs to caress my cheeks as he brought his lips to mine. I parted them, waiting for him to taste me again but instead I felt him pull back a little further as he brought his forehead to mine.

Even remotely backing away was definitely not what I was expecting.

“Time for bed, baby girl.” He said, gently kissing my lips, “Let me tuck you in.”

Wait….what was that?! I didn’t understand.

“But..but… No, please…”

That’s what I said to him. What I was actually thinking was ‘What. The. Fuck.’

I didn’t want sleep, I wanted him. I wanted to fuck away the memories of the day. Passion gave way to anger as he took a small step back, giving me room to step around him so I could get into bed. It took all I had not to grab onto his shirt and hold him to me.

I had every intention of obeying him ten minutes ago, before he riled me up. Now, I was second guessing.

“I told you, I’ll be quick.” He said stepping back further, “In you go.”

I stood rooted in place, hoping the unhappiness I felt at the moment was showing clearly on my face. I was literally on the verge of tears and a temper tantrum. For once today, I’d like ONE thing to go my way.

“Are you disobeying me?” Jared said, pulling his shoulders back and standing up straight.

As he cocked his head, his blue eyes wide, he was daring me. It only took our eyes connecting and I relented. I didn’t want to argue, there had already been plenty of that today. I didn’t want to be punished either.

With a sigh of resignation, I sat on the edge of the bed then lifted my feet up to slip between the blankets.

“Good girl.”

I was going to give it one more try despite knowing I’d be pushing my luck. I had to.

“Can’t I join you?” I asked, my fingers touching his as I looked up, hopeful he’d say what I desperately wanted to hear.

“No, baby. I’ll be quicker if you’re in bed.” Jared said with a sly smile.

I didn’t like that response but I knew better than to push any more. His decision was made and the discussion is over. Anything further from me would likely not go over well.

With a huff, I fell back into the pillows. Jared reached for the edge of the blankets, pulling them over my legs then tucking them around me.

“Good girl.” Jared said, kissing me on my forehead, “I won’t be long, I promise.”

Turning on his heels, he was already pulling his shirt over his head as he walked into the bathroom.

I had no other choice but to lay in bed and stew. It was beyond me how he could turn his body off like a light switch the way he does. At this point, I didn’t have that same talent. My pussy was still wet and aching with need and I was frustrated. With no other options, I curled on my side and closed my eyes, doing my best to calm myself down.

Aside from the sound of the water running in the shower, the room was dark and silent. Concentrating on that, I felt myself slowly drift into peacefulness as I waited for Jared to finish and finally join me.

It wasn’t until I felt his arm sliding under my head and his warm body against mine that I realized he was done and in bed with me. I must have dozed off after all.

With the arm he slipped under my head holding me in place against him, he used the other to move my long hair from my neck. In the most delicate touch you can imagine, he brushed his fingertips down my neck and across the ridge of my collarbone. Continuing down my chest to circle my nipple.

“Mmmm, your here..” I whispered as his fingertips then journeyed down my ribs and across my hip.

“I’m here, baby girl.” Jared replied as his hand reached my knee, pulling it back and allowing my leg to fall over his.

Parting my legs, I softly moaned in anticipation as his flattened hand smoothly glided up the inside of my thigh and gently towards my opening.

“I’m sorry baby,” Jared said as he kissed my neck then nipped at my shoulder, “Did I wake you?”

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what blue pearl icons would be incomplete without some yellow pearl icons to join them? here, free to use 500x500 yellow pearl icons, traced over by me because her lineart was super hard to see because of the projection of the communicator. (like/reblog if used)

These memories of who I was and where I lived are important to me. They make up a large part of who I’m going to be when my journey winds down. I need the memory of magic if I am ever going to conjure magic again. I need to know and remember, and I want to tell you
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The Fire Signs: Aries, Leo, and Sagittarius

Robert McCammon