#boohoo curve

[buckymorelikefuckme]

a helping hand

jake jensen x fem reader

words: 3.7k

warnings: **18+ ONLY** friends to lovers, handjob, fingering, p in v sex, unprotected sex (don't do that), jake has a big dick, my lame attempts at humor. please let me know if i missed anything!

a/n: SURPRISE!! this is honestly so silly. and filthy. i wrote it in a frenzy last night after the idea randomly came to me. keep in mind it's all based off the vague info i have about him. i probably took a lot of liberties. it wasn't planned for my first jakey fic to be this, but oh well lmao! any and all mistakes are my own. feedback is encouraged and greatly appreciated :) xo

With an exaggerated, put-upon sigh, you gesture vaguely at Jake to stand and say, “Alright, let me see it.”

“What?” Jake asks, brows furrowed so deeply you worry he’ll get a migraine.

“You’re being awfully dramatic about this, so I need to see what all the fuss is about,” you calmly explain, though still skeptical.

Jake had showed up at your apartment with a look of pure despair, ranting about how yet another hookup went south when they took their clothes off and his would-be partner saw his cock for the first time. Said they almost begged him to leave and take his monster with him.

Surely his dick can’t be that big, right?

Jake hesitates, watching you warily as he contemplates, but then he sighs heavily and he rises to his feet, grumbling as he unbuttons and lowers the zip on his jeans. His thumbs curl under the waistband of both the jeans and his underwear before he unceremoniously shoves them down to mid-thigh. And then there’s only silence that follows.

You blink. You stare. You blink again.

Jake shifts his weight on his feet, settling his hands on his hips awkwardly.

Finally, you find your voice.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” you wheeze, your voice tight and airy as you struggle to remember how to inhale.

Jake groans, covering his face mournfully. “I told you!” he wails. “It’s too big! And I know, I know—boohoo woe is me I have a big dick—but listen, this is literally a big fucking problem. I’m going crazy here. It’s just not the same with only my hands!”

Probably because not even both of your hands can cover your gigantic fucking penis, you think to yourself, but thankfully, do not say aloud. And, alright, maybe you’re exaggerating just a little, but Jake is still easily the biggest you’ve ever seen. Like, leaps and bounds bigger. The length of it isn't overly scary or anything, it's just… thick, and veiny, has the slightest curve to it.

And the thing is, you really shouldn’t be so surprised. In general, Jake himself is… big. He’s tall, and broad, and his hands are works of fucking art with his long fingers and wide palms, and his thighs—Jesus, fuck, his thighs. They deserve sonnets alone, just for how sculpted and muscled they are. Even Jake’s pecs are big. And you’re normally not a tit person, but Jake’s? You’ve cupped and squeezed and fondled them probably too many times to be appropriate.

The point is, though, that Jake is fucking hot. You have always thought so, in an offhand kind of way, like, a passing observation. Jake is also sweet and attentive, always periodically checking in on each person in his friend group, always willing to offer advice or a listening ear. He’s incredibly smart while also endearingly dumb about so much. He never asks for help with anything because he doesn’t want to be a burden, no matter how many times he’s told he could never be. So you’re pretty sure that Jake has used up all of his courage and vulnerability by coming to you with his problem. And you are flummoxed as to why he chose you, but you will not let this opportunity pass you by.

“Jake,” you start after a slight pause, “I have lube, patience, and willpower.”

And Jake says, “Huh?”

Which is fair, to be honest.

“Can you, um, put your dick away so I can think properly?” you ask after delicately clearing your throat.

Jake flushes and hastily obeys before taking his spot on the couch again.

You shift to face him fully, taking in his pink cheeks and inability to meet your gaze, and you feel bad for being so blunt, for speaking before thinking.

“Sorry,” you apologize, “I just wasn't… You know.” You wave your hand around in a way that you hope says, I wasn't expecting you to have the most perfect cock I've ever seen, when your mind blanks on how to continue.

Then again, maybe it's a good thing you couldn't figure out a way to say that verbally.

You clear your throat again. “What I was trying to say is that, um, maybe I could help you?”

Jake tilts his head. “Help me?” he repeats.

“Yeah, you know, like,” you say, licking your lips, “I could lend a hand. So to speak.”

It only takes a split second for him to understand what you're saying. His eyes widen, round like saucers behind his glasses, ears now burning a bright red as he sputters.

“What? You're offering to—no, that's. No, you're not—this isn't what I—fuck, I think I’m gonna pass out,” he stammers breathlessly, and honestly, he is starting to look a bit lightheaded. He shakes himself, closing his eyes, then takes in a deep breath and releases it slowly.

You quietly wait for him to gather himself, almost wishing you hadn't said anything. Almost, but not really, not enough to try to take it back.

Finally, he blinks his eyes open and turns to you. “I didn't come here expecting you to–to help me with my… problem.”

“Jakey,” you say on an exhale, smiling. “I know that. I offered because I wanted to.”

“But why?” he questions, bewildered.

You purse your lips, glancing up at the ceiling as you think about your response carefully this time. “Because you're one of my best friends, and you're hurting, in a way. I know it's not like, the worst thing in the world to just get off with your own hands, but I feel like getting shot down at the last minute every time you go to have sex can't be good for you mentally, either.”

Jake shifts his gaze to his lap then, mouth twisting into something disappointed, and that just confirms what you've said. He's started taking this to heart, beating himself up over something entirely out of his control. Sure, you wanna get your hands, mouth, and everything else on his dick, but a guy like Jake deserves to be brought to orgasm by someone else.

“Think of it as a favor,” you try, quietly, nudging his arm.

Swallowing roughly, he meets your eyes, searching. “Are you sure?” he asks after a long pause.

You reach out and grab his hand, twining your fingers with his. “I’m sure.” When he still hesitates, you squeeze his hand lightly. “You can say no, Jake.”

“No.” You start to pull away, and then he shakes his head quickly, holding on to you tighter. “No, I mean—I don't want to say no. I'm just. I'm a little nervous.”

His confession breaks your heart a little more. On the surface, this problem isn't all that serious, but underneath it all, Jake is craving connection. You’ll make sure he leaves your apartment more than satisfied.

“If at any point, for any reason, you want to stop then we’ll stop,” you promise.

He finally smiles, small and lopsided, and nods in agreement. You stand up, tugging him to rise with you and struggling to lift all that muscle mass.

“Come on,” you instruct, “let's go to my bedroom. We’ll have more space there.”

Silently, he follows you to your room, palm clammy against yours. The sun is shining through your windows, beams landing directly on your bed like some kind of spotlight. You let go of Jake’s hand to quickly shove your comforter to the foot of your bed then climb onto it.

“C’mere,” you murmur when you see him hovering unsurely beside the bed, patting the space between your legs.

First, Jake makes quick work of the button and zip on his jeans, before knee-walking to where you indicated. You both settle on the mattress, your back to the headboard and Jake getting comfortable against your chest and into the cradle of your spread thighs. The position really highlights your size difference, almost comically, and you have to swallow down all the things you want to say or sounds that threaten to escape.

Jake already has his jeans back down around his knees and quickly wiggles his underwear down to get his dick out. He’s jittery, his movements stilted and awkward, like he doesn’t quite know what to do with himself.

“Relax, Jakey,” you softly instruct, reaching up to squeeze at his shoulders comfortingly. “It’s just me. I’m here to help, okay?”

“Right,” Jake replies on an exhale, nodding, “okay. It’s fine. I’m fine.”

Your lips quirk slightly. “Good. I’m gonna touch you now, alright?”

“Okay,” Jake murmurs.

You hear him swallow, see his fists clench and unclench where they’re resting beside his thighs. Tentatively, as if not to startle him, you move your hands to Jake’s hips, petting over the exposed skin there. You hear Jake’s breath hitch then, so you keep going. You trail your fingers down the tops of Jake’s thighs, into the crease where they meet his groin and back up, just a touch higher than before, and you repeat the motion a few times until you’ve worked the hem of Jake’s shirt up to give you better access to his torso.

Slowly, Jake sinks further and further into your embrace, getting heavier and heavier the more you touch him. You are quietly loving the weight of him, the way his head is starting to loll and his eyelids beginning to flutter. You watch Jake bite his lip when you finally tease closer to his hardening cock, running your fingernails lightly across the trimmed hair above it.

You raise one of your hands, palm up, with a soft, “Jake,” as instruction.

He blinks down at your hand for a second, dazed, and then he’s carefully holding your hand and bringing it up to press a surprisingly gentle kiss to your palm. You feel your face grow hot as you hide your smile in Jake’s shoulder, though you’re positive he can feel it anyway.

“Jakey,” you say again, painfully endeared, “I meant for you to, you know, get my hand wet.”

“Oh.” He huffs a little at himself, but he doesn’t hesitate to bring your hand back up to his mouth and drag his tongue across your open palm.

Now it’s your turn for your breath to catch in your throat, locking every part of your body so you don't make any sudden movements or do something stupid. That gets more difficult to avoid when Jake, after thoroughly licking all over your hand, tops it all off by gathering the remaining saliva in his mouth, makes you cup your hand and then spits into it. For a split second, you think you’re about to come, which would be mortifying, so you’re glad when you’re able to reign in your hormones and offer a small thank you so you can get back to the task at hand. Literally.

You bite the inside of your cheek as you finally allow yourself to look over Jake’s shoulder, and honestly, you could weep at the sight before you. Jake’s cock is fully hard now, lying against his toned stomach, looking more intimidating than ever. Somehow his cock seems bigger, and thicker too. Your mouth waters, but you tell yourself to focus.

With your dry hand, you lift Jake’s cock, holding him at the base while you bring your other hand down to curl around the head. Jake gasps lightly, but otherwise stays still and quiet, at least until you begin stroking him. Slow and steady, you drag your hand down to the base of Jake’s cock, then add a little more pressure on the upstroke. Jake makes a punched out kind of sound, his knees jerking up slightly before settling back in place. A thrill rushes through you, powerful and giddy at the thought of Jake being at your mercy, of being the one to pull out even these tiny reactions. It makes you want to see just how loud you can make him. For now, though, you continue your steady pace, feeling more than hearing Jake’s sigh when you use your free hand to start touching him everywhere you can reach again.

What’s dangerous about this is that you could get used to it. You’re pretty sure you already are, and that could spell disaster for you, because you’re just supposed to be helping him out. This is only supposed to be offering Jake some relief after being unable to get off with a partner, to give him pleasure that isn’t by his own hands. You press your lips together and speed up your stroking, just a smidge, squeeze a bit more around the head and dig your thumb into Jake’s slit.

“Oh,” he utters, head falling back to rest on your shoulder, eyes closed tight and hips twitching up into your touch, chasing the feeling.

“Does it feel good, Jakey?” you boldly ask.

Jake nods and hums. “So good,” he affirms. He moves his hands to grip your knees as he adds, “Being so good to me, sweetheart.”

And, well. Fuck. You've been trying to pretend your pussy isn't wetter than it's been in a long while, but his words have you wishing you could close your thighs for some much needed friction. Subtly, you try to shift your hips and all it does is make you more frustrated. You let out a huff, breath fanning out against Jake’s neck. He shivers against you and you pause. Your lack of movement makes him whine, low and pleading, and it jolts you back into action.

Dragging your gaze down the line of his throat only makes you want to put your mouth on it, see if you can get him to shiver again. You peek at his face and see his eyes are still closed. Softly, so soft, you lean in and press a kiss to the side of his neck, and the way he responds is beautiful.

He whimpers, tilts his head back further to give you more room, his hips bucking up into your hold as you continue stroking him at a rhythmic pace. And you really can't say no to that kind of invitation. So, sufficiently sure that he doesn't mind it, you press even more kisses into his skin, trailing them up and down his neck and shoulder, as far as you can reach. The kisses turn wet, your tongue flicking out to taste him. Jake’s stomach muscles clench, and you quicken the pace of your hand up a bit, mouthing sloppily up his neck to his ear.

“Don't know how anyone could refuse you,” you mutter, your own breathing getting heavier to match his. “How can anyone look at your cock and not want to sit on it, Jakey? It doesn't make sense.”

He groans, planting his feet on the mattress so he has better leverage to thrust up into your fist, panting and letting out needy sounds.

“God, Jake,” you whine. You suck and bite a mark on his throat, pulling away once you're happy with it. “I bet you would feel perfect inside me,” you confess in a whisper.

“Stop,” he pants, and you let go of him in an instant, stomach dropping.

Before you can start to panic too much, Jake clumsily shifts around until he's on his haunches facing you, flushed all the way down his chest, eyes blazing behind his frames. You open your mouth to ask him what's wrong, but then he's gripping you under your knees and yanking. You fall flat on your back with a startled yelp and Jake is there to swallow the sound, kissing you like it's his lifeline. A moan rips its way out of your chest, arms coming up to wrap around his shoulders and pull him closer to you.

He breaks the kiss, glasses askew, to ask, “Can I please fuck you?”

Any other time you'd snort at the politeness of such a vulgar question, but at the moment all you can do is nod, roughly tugging at his shirt until he gets the hint and removes it, almost knocking his glasses off entirely. It lands somewhere on the floor, along with his jeans and underwear a second later. You squirm once you see his body fully naked, core throbbing in need to have it against you, on top of you.

“You too,” he murmurs, reaching for your shorts.

You lift your hips to help him, biting your lip at the way he curses when he realizes you aren’t wearing panties. With a grin, you surprise him further by taking off your t-shirt and reveal you're also not wearing a bra.

“Would it totally ruin the moment if I say I’ve wanted this for way too long?” he wonders, eyes raking over your body, his hands joining soon after.

You smile softly and shake your head. “Not at all.” He returns your smile, but yours eases into something mischievous. “But what will ruin the moment is if you don't get your fingers in me to get me ready for your big cock.”

Jake’s smile drops. “Fuck,” he says with feeling.

To incentivize him, you spread your legs, hand tracing a path down to where you're dripping. He watches with blown pupils and a slack jaw. When you hum as your fingers lightly glide down your slit, he snaps into focus. He knocks your hand away to replace it with his own. You sigh at the touch of his calluses on your sensitive skin, tilting your hips up and moaning when he finally sinks one finger inside you.

Thankfully, he doesn't seem to want to waste time, thrusting his finger steadily. You've never appreciated how long his fingers are more than you are at this very moment. He works you up to three of them much too fast for your liking, but you understand the urgency he’s feeling, and you can't really deny that you're feeling it too.

“That's good, Jake, c’mon, please get in me already,” you beg, shifting restlessly.

“Shit,” he breathes, “okay, yeah, let me just—”

He shuffles closer, taking his cock in hand and rubbing it up and down your slit, the head catching on your opening, making you whine. He curses under his breath some more and starts pushing in. Your mouth drops open, but no sound comes out, brows furrowing deeply as he splits you open on his cock. When he bottoms out, you let out a sharp exhale that hitches in your chest, while Jake’s chest is heaving like he's run a marathon.

“So tight,” he mutters.

“So—” You hiccup through a desperate sob. “So big, oh my god, Jakey, baby, please move, I need you to move.”

His chin drops to his chest with a pained sounding groan, but he listens. He draws his hips back, cock dragging deliciously out of you, before he thrusts back in. You're not sure you've stopped making noise since he started pulling out, high and needy and hungry pleas for more, and he's barely even gotten started.

Every sensation feels dialed up to a million. You're not sure sex has ever been like this for you; like your skin is on fire, like you can feel your pulse throb through every limb, through every single finger and toe, but especially in your clit. Your nipples even feel more sensitive than usual as they brush against his chest. Your body is positively singing with pleasure.

And Jake… Oh, that sweet, precious man is in heaven. You know you're tight around him, warm and wet, the perfect place to fuck into, and now that he's finally getting what he's wanted he's not holding back. He's fucking you like he’s gonna be graded on it after. His hips slam into yours and he can't stop making noises of his own. Grunts, soft gasps, neverending praise over how you feel, how he's so happy this is happening, how he's never going to stop fucking you.

Your nails dig into the flesh on his back, dragging all the way down until you flatten your palms on his ass and squeeze. His thrusting falters for a second, but he finds his rhythm again quickly, dropping to his elbows so that he's even closer. He kisses along your collarbones, nipping at the base of your throat before sucking at the spot harshly. You moan brokenly and clutch at him tighter.

“Left my mark on you, too,” he declares, kissing the bruise he’s made, then kisses you properly, tongue sliding across yours and dipping into your mouth.

You're not sure how much longer you can hold back from touching your clit, your need ratcheting higher and higher, but you know Jake is right there with you. He's pounding into you roughly now, chasing his climax with determination. Reaching down, you swipe your fingers through your slick and use it to rub your clit, a whimper escaping you when you tighten around him from the added stimulation. Jake growls and speeds up some, hitching one of your legs up his side. It changes the angle just enough that he's hitting that spot inside you that has you crying out, a long warble of his name, fingers quickening their pace on your clit.

“Yeah, that's it,” he encourages. “Please, come for me. Come on, baby, let me see it, wanna watch you fall apart.”

All of your breath gets trapped in your lungs as warmth pools in your core and bursts outward, your pussy fluttering and clamping down on his cock. Your body shivers through your climax, thighs trembling unceasingly as Jake groans and fucks you harder, three, four more times before stilling. He comes with a loud moan, grinding inside you as he rides it out.

After a moment, he collapses on top of you. You grunt at his weight, but smile tiredly at your ceiling, combing your fingers through his hair. You feel him press a kiss on your shoulder.

“Thank you,” he mumbles.

That makes you giggle, which in turn makes you clench and has Jake whining since he's still buried inside you. Gingerly, he pulls out, both of you hissing at the sensation. He runs a tender finger along the outside of your opening.

“Did I hurt you?” he asks, concerned.

“No, baby,” you whisper.

He meets your gaze then, hopeful, still flushed with exertion and glasses slightly foggy. “Baby?”

You hum with a grin. “Yes. My big, beefy baby,” you tease. “I’m keeping you all to myself now.”

“You know, I think I just might be okay with that,” he replies, beaming in a way that puts the sunlight through your window to shame.

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[zombie-rott]

Won't You Show Me Your Weakness?: Part II

Pairing: Cumulus / Swiss

Warnings: NSFW / SMUT - Literally as you jump into this chapter it's just smutty.

Synopsis:

"Swiss felt realisation dawn on him. It had to be love, there was no other explanation. His body had chosen a mate, and that’s why this felt so different to him than the usual cat-and-mouse games that he played with lovers."

Or

Swiss is desperately in love with Cumulus but he's not sure she feels the same.

Notes:

This has been in the works for weeks thanks to the help of a fellow Ghost fan and good friend of mine holding my hand along the way. I'm not a cliche/troupe person, so when the idea of this 'little' fic bloomed, I was hesitant. But I've had so much fun creating this little world that has now grown into a to-be collection!

So, yes, it's cliche! It's your run-of-the-mill 'I love her but I don't know if she loves me boohoo' story, with a happy ending and little to no angst! It's so outside my usual long-fic that I am almost 100% sure it'll fail.

But, man, this felt fun to write.

A03 Part 1

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

The beginning of any tour always started with the Ghouls organising who got which bunk. Papa, of course, had first pick and often chose to sleep a few empty beds away to give the devils some privacy. But other than that, it was a free-for-all. As Cumulus was new to this particular routine, she hung back in the lounge and allowed her fellow ghouls to get the first pick. She didn’t put much thought into where she was sleeping so long as there were plenty of beds to go around. That was until she realised she was in the bunk below Swiss. 

While they weren’t sleeping in the same small, cramped cubicle, it felt intimate. And, going by Swiss’ face, he wasn’t much pleased either. But, not wanting to cause a fuss, neither Cumulus nor Swiss raised the issue. They just silently put away their respective belongings, avoiding touching each other as much as possible, and went about their own business. 

That night as they were going to bed it was hard for Swiss not to focus on the shape of her body beneath her night clothes. Even with an oversized band shirt and some long pyjama bottoms, Swiss could still make out the beautiful curve of her waist. 

He felt his breath catch in his throat. 

How was he going to do this for six weeks without giving himself away? She was simply brushing her fangs in their cramped tour bathroom, and he was already at half-mast. Growling, he decided to slip silently into his bunk lest she spot his growing lust.

Swiss swore he could hear his heart hammering in his chest as he thought about her. He squeezed his eyes shut and willed his erection to disappear, but there he found fantasies of what was beneath the air-ghouls clothing. Then there were the softer thoughts like the sound of her voice as they laughed together, or the smell of her scent after rehearsal.

How must she smell after a real, live show? One where she'd been playing for millions, wrapped up in her glamour and stage-suit. 

Lucifer below. How delicious would that be?

He bit at his bottom lip as his hands palmed over the crotch of his boxers. How many times had he stroked himself to thoughts of her knelt between his legs, or bent over his bed? Now here he was, stuck in a cramped tin box with a hard-on above the one he was hard for? 

As embarrassing as that thought was, he felt himself grow harder at the thought. Surely he could just wait until he was sure everyone fell asleep and then touch himself for her? No one would know. 

Except he didn’t think he could hold out that long. He was struggling not to rip down his boxers, force a pillow into his mouth and fuck himself. 

Then he heard her shift below him. She let out a small, almost stifled sigh. 

His cock jumped as he palmed it harder. Was she touching herself too? 

The very thought made him pulse, and then, cursing, he had his hand wrapped around his cock. Gently he began to stroke himself as he thought about her below him, her fingers toying with her nipples while the others played with her clit. 

Another small huff from below and a slight movement. 

Swiss’ breath caught in his throat as he bit back a moan. In a moment of clarity, he bit down into his pillow as his hand continued to pump. 

Images of her bombarded his mind. He pictured her down on her knees with his dick in her mouth, gazing up through her long lashes as she sucked him dry. And then there was the one of her sitting on top, slowly teasing him by riding him slowly as she played with herself. 

Despite himself, he grunted. His eyes shot open as soon as the rough noise left his throat. He waited, his hand still on his throbbing dick. Then, there, the tiniest of whines emitted from below him and he was certain that she was sharing in his pleasure. 

He bit down on his pillow as he teased himself, slowly running his enclosed hand up and down his shaft. His eyes squeezed shut as he thought about her sliding her fingers into her slick core, her own mouth full as she struggled not to squeal his name. 

It wasn't long before he came with a shutter, his fangs buried deep into his pillow in a bid to stifle his moans. Then came the feelings of shame that he'd become all too familiar with lately.

Swiss wiped himself off on the sheets before kicking them to the foot of his bunk. He'd deal with them tomorrow, but for now, all he wanted to do was hide away in his room back at The Ministry away from prying ears and eyes.

Lucifer, it was going to be a long and no doubt hard tour.

~ ~ ~ ~

Things didn’t get any easier after that first night. In fact, there was more discomfort between the two than ever before. While no one else seemed to notice (other than Papa because he was nothing if not observant) Cumulus felt the tension hanging thick in the air. 

She'd heard him and he'd heard her, and both knew it. Yet, they were entirely unwilling to approach it.

Both were relieved when they were setting up for their first show because it meant that, from then on, they would be one hundred per cent occupied and focused on their rituals. It meant going from venue to venue, playing night after night, and spending their days travelling, setting up or sleeping. 

They would both be too burned out to even think about each other. Or so was the initial belief. 

Between the close proximity on the bus and the excitement of rituals, both were finding it harder than ever to avoid each other. And even more so to stop thinking about each other when they were mere metres apart.

After the third night of rituals, Swiss could feel his head swimming with lust when he caught wind of her scent as she left the stage. She was laughing with Rain and the Ghoulettes, each of them elated with how amazing the show had been. Swiss hung back with Dew and some of the other ghouls as they waited for Papa to exit from the left wing.

Mountain jabbed him between the ribs with his elbow.

“ What do you think of Mama Mia for tonight’s movie?” The earth ghoul asked.

“I don’t think so, guys. I might just skip this one,” Swiss sighed, the thought of seeing Cumulus already awakening the butterflies deep in his belly. 

“C’mon, there’ll be snacks and Mounty’s brought some amazing weed from the greenhouses.” Dew knew Swiss couldn’t resist some of Mountain’s homegrown pot. 

Copia bounced down the steps from the stage and gestured for the remaining ghouls to follow him. Collectively they made their way back to the bus. 

“Honestly? I’m just not feeling it tonight.” 

Phantom gently poked Dew from behind. The fire ghoul shot him a glance, his eyes hidden behind his mas, and raised his shoulders in a shrug. It wasn’t like Swiss to turn down a night of getting high, watching movies and indulging in junk food. Even when he was dog-tired, he always enjoyed the closeness with his pack. 

But not tonight. Tonight his demeanour was low, his stride was off and they'd all noticed his stage presence was a little more toned down than usual.

So Dew did what any concerned friend would do. He pulled the multi-ghoul aside just as they all began to file into the bus.

“Why don’t we roll one for ourselves and hang out here for a bit?” The smaller ghoul offered as he finally removed his helmet. 

Swiss followed suit and unclipped his. Even in his mortal glamour, Dew could sense the apprehension from his best friend. 

Finally, the taller ghoul sighed, his shoulders sagging. 

“Sure.” 

Dew instructed him to climb up to the roof of the bus and he’d meet him there. Swiss gave his helmet to the other ghoul and went to find a spot for them to sit. It had to be well away from the lounge the other ghouls and Papa would be in, lest this conversation was to go the way he suspected it was. Dew was anything but dumb, and he certainly wasn’t blind when it came to Swiss and his mannerisms. They were platonic soul mates and practically knew everything about each other, so of course the fire ghoul sensed his strange mood.

In fact, Swiss was both offended and relieved that it had taken him four full days to ask him about it. 

It didn’t take long for the fire ghoul to return, two rolled joints in his hand and a blanket in the other. While the fire ghoul ran hot, Swiss had always struggled to cope with the colder atmosphere of the surface as opposed to his home in the pit. Fortunately, Dew knew this and always ensured he had something to keep him warm if they were smoking together on the roof of The Ministry.

With a soft smile, Dew wrapped his best friend up in the plush, branded blanket and settled himself down beside him.

“So.” Dew passed his friend one of the joints and the lighter. 

Swiss balanced it between his lips, cupped his hands and lit the tip. He inhaled sharply, allowing the cool feeling of smoke to whip through his lungs before releasing his breath. He coughed a little before puffing again and passing on the joint. 

“So what, Dewy?” 

“So what’s eating you?” 

Swiss considered this question for a moment, his head beginning to fill with a familiar haze.

“I’m just a little lost at the minute. Not really feeling myself.” He shrugged and stared off into the sky, “It happens.” 

“Not to you. At least not often and definitely not while out on tour. This is your happy place, Swissroll, but you don’t seem all that happy.” 

“I-I just- I keep thinking about something, someone, and it’s kind of hard not to think of them. I’ve never had this feeling before. I want to be around them all the time, and not just for sexual reasons or that fun stuff. But for, like, holding each other, and kissing them and maybe some mundane, you know, mate stuff.”

Swiss took a long drag of the joint, cursing himself for his honesty. Pot always did loosen his lips. 

Dew narrowed his eyes before throwing himself flat against the roof of the bus. 

“Mate stuff?” He repeated,“ Like doing the dishes together and raisin’ kits?” 

Swiss felt his cheeks flush. Did he want all that? The fluff, and cuddles and baking brownies together? 

“I suppose so, yeah. But without the kits. No matter who I end up with, I don’t think kits are a good idea for me. But the rest I can manage. And the weird thing is that there’s literally no one else I can imagine doing dishes with for eternity but them.”  

Dew lay silently beside him, puffing clouds of smoke up into the sky between drags. The sky was marred by the lights of the city, masking the stars and nebulas above. Yet, Dew continued to stare for what felt like hours, interested in whatever it was he saw in the misty haze. 

Why wasn’t he answering? 

“Dewy-?” 

“Are they on the bus? Do you love them?” Dew interrupted.

Did he love Cumulus? 

“Because if you’re talking about mating, you realise that means you’re in love right? In the romantic, human sense. That’s essentially what a mate is to us. Someone to love, and fuck, and breed kits with, and do shit boring things like wash the God-damned dishes.” 

Swiss felt realisation damn on him. It had to be love, there was no other explanation. His body had chosen a mate, and that’s why this felt so different to him than the usual cat-and-mouse games that he played with lovers. But, instead of feeling happy, Swiss felt his stomach twist with anxiety. 

What if she didn’t feel the same and he was stuck like this? He’d heard of that happening in the pit and the ghouls it befell were doomed to unrequited love, never to find another. But he’d never known enough about mating to care. If he were entirely honest, he had reserved himself to never finding a mate and just fucking his way through eternity like the demons who raised him. They never cared for love or intimacy. They had only cared about sins and pleasure, and everything in between, so, naturally, that’s all Swiss was exposed to as a young kit among demon-kin. 

The sudden awakening of his ghoulish instincts simply hadn’t crossed his mind. 

“Shit.” Swiss muttered, “I didn’t even think about it like that, but - fuck, dude- I think you might be right.” 

Dew passed the remainder of the joint to Swiss before reaching both his hands behind his head. He huffed out a long, deep sigh. 

“Fuck, Swissroll. That must suck, huh?” 

Swiss stubbed and flicked the roach off onto the ground below them. He pulled the blanket tighter around him and buried his head into the soothing fabric. 

Lucifer below, it hurt like hell.

~ ~ ~ ~

At long last, after what felt like months, they made their first hotel stop. Kindly paid for by my Sister Imperator, they were each treated to their own room, practically unheard of in the history of their tours. But they had been doing so well as of late, bringing more followers to the unfolding arms of Lucifer than ever before. The luxury of a hotel room was the least Imperator could do to show her gratitude, even if it did pain the tyrant to be so generous.

After their ritual in Amsterdam that afternoon they were encouraged to return to their rooms and get ready for a night on the town. Papa had plans to take them out to a bar to help them unwind before a full day and a half of travelling to their next location. After all, it was in his best interest for the ghouls to exert as much energy as possible before being trapped in a tin can for the next thirty or so hours, lest he have to deal with their boredom. They were nothing if not catastrophic without an outlet. 

The bar was hidden deep in the city of Amsterdam and one they always frequented when in town. It was dark, but modern on the inside, and filled with the usual haze experienced in some Dutch pubs. They always came here because it was quiet, save for a few tourists and locals who frequented its chairs. While it was hard to remain inconspicuous in a city, they'd never had any run-ins. At least none that were deemed negative. 

They got some drinks and chose to mingle as a group first, before stretching out into their various pairings. Dew and Swiss, their relationship somewhat strained after Swiss’ confession, sat silently at the bar. Both were on their second drink when Swiss offered the idea of doing shots, something that despite his ‘party-boy’ demeanour, was outside his usual remit. Dew knew it was six drinks and Swiss was out, but when you added shots to the equation, that was significantly lowered to three. Four if you were lucky. 

“Maybe you should slow down?” Dew suggested as Swiss handed him a slice of lime and a tequila. He watched as the other ghoul drank his shot, forgoing the salt and lime entirely, his face scrunching up from the taste. 

“Seriously Swiss, you’re not a drinker. You know that.” 

“M’fine Dewy. I just need to unwind, okay? Get all this shit out of my head.” 

“You think getting wasted is going to get this off your mind?” Dew scoffed, “Do you watch movies, dude? You’re going to get shitfaced and just feel worse about all of this. Thank fuck this 'mate' of yours isn’t here or-”

“They are.” 

“What?” 

“They are here.” Swiss swallowed down the rest of his vodka-lime, and asked the barkeep for a rum and coke,” And it fucking hurts having to see her every day, Dewy. This is easily the most confusing feeling I’ve ever experienced and I both love and hate it at the same time. I feel like my heart is being pulled apart by the butterflies.”

Dew was gobsmacked. Dumbfounded, even. His mate was here, right under their nose, this whole time? They were travelling together and Dew hadn’t even noticed? He stopped listening to Swiss, his head instead cycling through all the possible thieves of his best friend’s heart. She, he had explicitly said she. And there were only three ghoulettes with them on the tour. If it were Cirrus, Swiss’ instincts would have kicked in long ago, and Sunshine had already found her mate in Mist.  

Cumulus.

Dew’s eyes widened. 

“You’re in love with Cumulus?!” He exclaimed, not even trying to keep his voice down. 

Swiss almost knocked over his drink as he rushed to shush the fire ghoul. He put a heavy hand on the smaller ghoul's shoulder, and squeezed. 

“Please don’t say anything Dewy. Just keep this between us, yeah? I-I ca-can’t have her knowing any of this.” 

“Does she love you back? Is she your mate?” 

Swiss hung his head and turned back to his drink. He had no idea, but he suspected that if she were his requited mate, she’d have come forward by now. Gently, he shook his head, unable to find the words to respond. 

Everyone knew what happened to ghouls left in love-limbo, but it wasn’t a fate many talked about. It was thought of as unlucky, often rendering many ghouls to spend the rest of their unnatural lives in heartbreak and a deep, wallowing depression. And no one wanted to live an eternity like that. 

“Don’ know.” The multi-ghoul murmured, “But I can’t get her out of my ‘ead, Dewy.” 

“Well, you fucking better try.” Dew snapped. 

Swiss’ was a little taken aback by his best friend's reaction. He of all ghouls was the one he expected to support him in this, not berate him! They were platonic soulmates after all.

The multi- ghoul's eyebrows knitted together with frustration. He needed to get out of here, at least for a moment. 

“‘Cuse me. I needa piss.

Dew sat still as Swiss got up and stumbled towards the restrooms. The fire ghoul, usually one to follow his friend, didn’t much fancy this conversation anymore. He was praying that the other ghoul would move on from the subject, hopefully onto something more light hearted. He’d really been a bummer lately and Dew wasn’t about that. They were both usually the life and soul of the tour bus! Papa had even threatened to leave them behind in Munich once because of a nasty incident with a Nerf gun. But not this time. Swiss hadn’t so much as initiated any shenanigans, and Dew had known better than to ask. 

When Swiss returned, Dew’s eyes immediately were drawn to his shirt. Or, rather, the buttons of his shirt, three of which were wide open, revealing the hilt of the blade tattoo on the chest of his mortal skin suit. 

“Swiss, what are you planning?” Dew hissed through gritted teeth. He knew this move, he had watched how this usually unfolded, even encouraged it. But the prospect of his best friend falling head over dick into one of their touring companions boiled his blood. Did he seriously want to ruin the pack dynamic altogether? 

“Nothin’ Dewy, ‘am just warm.” 

“Warm? Mr the-surface-is-much-too-cold? Don’t pull that with me!” 

Before Swiss could respond they were joined by Papa Copia. He sat gracelessly on the stool next to Swiss, his cheeks flushed and a tipsy grin on his face. 

“Ah, mio amicos!” He announced, “I am getting another round for our colleagues over there, would you like one?” 

Dew attempted to smile in return but ultimately decided against another drink, his mind occupied by his drunken friend. 

“I’d love - “

“No! He’s fine, Papa. Maybe a water instead, si?” Dew interjected, his arm flying out across the multi- ghoul’s chest. 

Copia’s eyes were drawn to the open buttons on the ghoul’s chest, and he gave Dew a knowing look. He had seen this before. Three-button Swiss meant that he was very drunk, very horny and on the prowl. And while Copia usually encouraged such behaviour, the last time this had happened in Amsterdam it had taken four hours to find the ghoul the next morning. It wasn’t an experience the clergyman necessarily had time to recreate. 

“Water would be good, si amico.” The satanic pope gently patted the multi-ghoul’s shoulder, a look of concern on his face, “Or perhaps it is time for you to go back to the hotel, si?”

“Alone!” Dew added. 

Swiss growled at the both of them and sharply stumbled to his feet. 

“Forget it! I’ll go ‘moke wit’ Mounty.” 

He pushed through the groups of people out of the bar and into the cobbled streets beyond. His blood was boiling in his veins, and his head swimming with intoxication and lust. All he had wanted from that evening was to buy Cumulus a drink as a way of showing his affection. That was it. Nothing else. While the prospect of them falling into bed together was very welcomed, he knew better than that. He didn’t shit where he ate, especially when they were all confined together for the next few weeks in a glorified tuna can! 

Swiss threw himself down onto the sidewalk and went about rolling a joint. Yes! Surely a joint would clear his mind. But his fingers struggled to grind the bud, and his hands were shaking too much to prepare the papers. If he wanted to get high he’d have to find Mountain and that wasn’t an option right now. 

Especially not with his eyes so full of tears.

So he kept attempting to sprinkle the poorly ground cannabis into what would soon become a poorly rolled joint. He had no idea how long it had taken him, but it certainly wasn’t seconds or even moments. There were vague memories of strangers asking him if he was alright, followed by the memory of Copia stumbling down the street with another of his colleagues. Rain? Or maybe Phantom? He couldn’t remember, much less care. 

Swiss knew he was very intoxicated, he knew this was the most drunk he had been in years and that the hangover would be hell. But all he wanted was to get high, to feel like he was floating above this little bar in Amsterdam and away to somewhere else. Somewhere where she was his one true mate and he wasn’t left alone in unrequited limbo.

“Swiss?” 

He quickly wiped his eyes and glanced up in the direction of the voice. Her voice. And sure enough there Cumulus was, her beautiful eyes looking down on him from her place in the doorway. She knelt beside him and hovered a hand over his shoulder. 

“Swiss are you okay?” 

His bottom lip quivered, and despite all his strength, he felt more tears spill down his cheeks. Lucifer, what a fool he felt, bawling in front of the most beautiful devil he had ever seen.

“Jus’ - ‘jus a lil’ drunk. ‘M fine.” He slurred through sobs. 

Cumulus felt her heart break in two. Never in all her time on the surface had she expected to see Swiss, of all ghouls, breaking down in front of her. Panic rose up and into her chest. 

“Do you want to go back to the hotel? I can help you.” She offered as she linked her arm under his. 

Swiss flinched at the touch. A multitude of thoughts exploded in his mind as the mere touch sent electricity through his body.  

 “I’ll get Dew, he can help!” Came her next suggestion.

But Swiss took hold of her hand and shook his head violently from side to side. This isn’t how this was supposed to happen.

“But I can’t get you back myself.” 

Deep down Swiss knew she was right. He was much to drunk to support himself as it was, and the last thing he wanted was to fall onto her mid-way down the canal walk. 

Defeated, he allowed her to fetch the fire ghoul and prayed to Lucifer that he would keep his mouth shut. This wasn’t how she was meant to find out about his feelings. It was meant to be romantic, a gesture to win over any heart. But now? Now he was drunk, high and a blubbering mess in a city none of them knew that well. 

He, in his mind, was every drunken stereotype and more. 

~ ~ ~ ~

Dew berated him the whole way back to the hotel, not that the multi-ghoul had been listening. All he could do was think about how ashamed he was letting it get this far. He was fairly sure that, had Cumulus somehow been his requited mate, he’d well and truly scared her off into a life of unrequitedness. Mate or not, who would want to be with someone who presented themselves like this? 

It was overdramatic, embarrassing and, most of all, unattractive. 

By the time they made it back to the hotel Cumulus and Dew were seething at each other. They helped Swiss into his room and over to the bathroom where he promptly fell to his knees and vomited into the toilet bowl. 

“You know this is your fault.” Dew spat as he quietly closed the bathroom door, giving the multi-ghoul some privacy. 

“My fault?” Cumulus retorted. She wasn’t about to take the blame for something that in no conceivable way was her doing, “He’s an adult, Dew! He knows how to say no and it’s hardly anyone else's fault but his own that he doesn’t know his limits.” 

“He knows his limits, he’s not an idiot.” 

“Then why let himself get like this!?”

“Because he’s fucking lovesick and hurting. And substance abuse has always been his weapon of choice!” 

Cumulus felt her heart shatter in her chest. He was in love? With who? She bit her bottom lip in an attempt to hide her ache from the fire ghoul before her. 

“I-I still don’t understand how this is my fault.” 

Dew didn’t need to respond to her. His look told her all she needed to know. Suddenly the heartache she felt over him loving another turned to butterflies in an instant. Of course. His nervousness around her, Papa’s subtle hints; the noises from his bunk. He was, indeed, in love with someone. And it just so happened to be her. 

Swiss was in love with her and Cumulus was pretty sure she liked (not loved, don’t be so cliche) him! 

Cumulus found herself moving back towards the bed, desperate for something to sit on. Her head was swimming with so many thoughts, fears, and emotions. It was far too much all at once and she simply needed to not be standing anymore lest she fall to the floor in shock. 

“He likes me?” She babbled, her eyes fixed on the glow of the fire ghoul’s. 

“Loves. He loves you. He thinks you’re his mate and there’s nothing and no one like you.”

Mate? Like an actual honest-to-Gods, life partner mate? 

They were both interrupted by retching from the other side of the bathroom door. Dew shot the air ghoul one last nasty look before going to tend to his drunken friend.

Cumulus wasn’t sure what to do both in the moment and with the information she had just been handed. Her feelings of love and lust and wanting were mutual, so why didn’t she feel happy? Why didn’t she feel elated and overjoyed at the thought of being with Swiss? 

Why was she so afraid? 

Dew flung open the door, his best friend draped over his shoulder. He was muttering apologies into the fabric of the fire ghouls shirt and gasping for air through sobs. 

“Are you going to sit there or help me get him into bed?” Dew spat as Cumulus stared dumbfounded at the situation unfolding before her. 

Quickly, she stumbled to her feet and pulled back the covers to give access to the drunken ghoul. They both helped Swiss onto the mattress before attempting to undo his boots. 

“Just leave him in his clothes,” Dew suggested, “He’ll come to sometime in the next few hours and sort that out himself.”

It wasn’t the first time he’d helped Swiss into bed, drunk from too many local whiskeys during a tour in Ireland. But he’d been giddy, high from lust and the pale skin of several groupies. Now he was an emotional mess, cross faded in an attempt to forget about the very ghoul that was placing his boots neatly in the hotel room closet. 

“We can’t just leave him here by himself.” Cumulus stated as Dew pulled the covers up to the multi-ghouls chest. 

She wasn’t sure how this ended, but it wasn’t with Swiss drunk and alone in a hotel. Especially not in his current emotional state. 

“-Lus?” Swiss whispered.

Dew felt his blood boil and while he knew his own emotions were frayed from alcohol, he couldn’t help but feel angry with his best friend. They were meant to be best friends, rice-or-dies for fuck sake, and he whispers her name in his hour of need? The fire ghoul had just patted his back as he vomited the entire contents of his stomach into the toilet bowl, all the while reassuring him and calming his tears. And ‘Lus’ is the first coherent word out of his mouth? 

“You can stay if you want, but I need a shower and some sleep.” Dew growled, pushing past the air ghoul. 

“W-what? You’re not going to stay?” 

“He clearly has his mind elsewhere right now. I love the dude, I really do. But I can’t be here right now.” 

Deep down Cumulus got it. She understood, in a strange way, that Swiss’ feelings for her must be difficult. After all, they had been inseparable for years prior to her climbing from the pit. They were best friends, barely without each other. He had practically carried him back and knelt beside him as he cried. Yet, it was her name that Swiss spoke of? Of course, the fire ghoul needed space from it all and Cumulus wasn’t going to argue. 

Instead, she walked with him in silence to the door and bid him good night before locking up behind her. 

Now what? She hadn’t thought this far, only that she couldn’t leave Swiss alone like this. What if he choked on his own vomit? Or woke up alone and cold and needing water?

And what, exactly, was one meant to do while a drunken ghoul slept? She pondered this as she filled a glass of water and placed a waste paper bin by Swiss’ bedside. 

She contemplated cleaning up the bathroom, but Dew had already done a good job of that prior to his leaving. So, what else was there for her to do but kick off her own shoes, find a good movie and settle into the bed beside the multi-ghoul? 

She settled herself above the covers. Love, like or whatever mutual feeling it was they had, the last thing she wanted was to crawl in next to him and cause a scene when he woke, inevitably hungover and possibly deeply embarrassed. 

~ ~ ~ ~

Swiss barely moved, his breath coming in small wisps with the occasional hint of a snore. At some point in the night, he shifted from his mortal glamour into his true body and it was only when the spade of his tail pulled back the duvet that Cumulus even noticed.

By the time he began to stir, sunlight was beginning to filter in through the curtains.

“Argh-” He rolled over onto his back and, as he did, his tail brushed against Cumulus’ thigh. She squeaked in surprise.

“L-lus?” Swiss looked up at her through half-lidded eyes. 

Cumulus smiled softly in response and fluttered her hand in a timid wave.

Suddenly, the multi-ghoul shot up in the bed, his eyes wide and his fingers gripping onto the duvet. Cumulus jumped at the movement. They sat like that, staring into each other's eyes for what felt like hours before a sudden wave of nausea forced Swiss to the bathroom. 

Lost on what to do, Cumulus decided to bring the ghoul water as a peace offering. She knew that Swiss may not want her to see him like this, hunched over and retching, but she had all but carried him home the evening prior. There was little else he could do to embarrass himself further. 

“You should drink some water, Swiss.” She knelt down beside him, one hand on his back and the other extended towards him with the glass. 

He groaned, his face visibly flushed from a mixture of shame and sweat. Ultimately, however, he took the water without a fight. 

“H-how long have you been here?” Swiss asked after a few moments.

Cumulus found herself seated across from him on the floor of the small bathroom. She took in his defeated demeanour, the way his head hung down and his shoulders dropped. There was no doubt in her mind that shame was eating him alive.

“Dew and I carried you home from the bar. He didn’t want to stay but I couldn’t leave you here by yourself. It just wouldn’t have been right.” 

“Fucking hell.” Swiss spat, a hand coming up to glide through his hair, “D-id I - I mean - what did I say?”

“You don’t remember?” 

“No. I barely remember being in the bar. J-just that Dew was pissed at me for -” He stopped himself, his fangs worrying at his bottom lip, “Well - it doesn’t really matter.” 

“Dew will get over it.” 

“I don’t really know that he will.” 

Silence, once again, enveloped the ghouls. Swiss shifted so that his legs were outstretched parallel to Cumulus’. His tail was tucked tightly around his waist, and the empty glass held firmly between his hands. 

“Would it make you more comfortable if I shifted out of my glamour too?” Cumulus questioned.

“I-I honestly don’t know what would make me feel more comfortable at the moment. Nothing about this is comforting.” 

“You’re embarrassed.” It wasn’t a question, more of an observation. 

“Of course I’m fucking embarrassed, Lus. I woke up next to you and - and -”

“And it’s not how you pictured waking up next to me.”

Swiss’ eyes shot up to meet hers, the rims red and irritated from a night of tears. He opened and closed his mouth several times, searching for the right words but falling short. 

“Dew told me. Well, I sort of figured it out on my own but he confirmed it.” Cumulus spoke softly, her eyes never leaving him, “And I sort of feel the same. I mean - not exactly. I like you. A lot. I get butterflies - “

“Butterflies.” Swiss repeated knowingly. 

“Yeah, fluttering in my chest every time I see you or hear your voice. And I’ve tried to deny it for so long but Papa called me out and since then - well - I can’t get you out of my mind.” 

Swiss didn't know quite what to say or do. He had walked in circles in his mind for months thinking about the possibility that his love was not matched. He had all but reserved himself to being forever unrequited and without her.

Hell, he had even thought about the horrible instance of her finding someone else, someone who wasn't him, to hold her in the long night. And, yet, here she was returning some resemblance of the same feelings. Like was as good as love in his book.

"You've no idea how long I've wanted to hear that." Swiss breathed, his heart feeling fuller than it had in months.

Cumulus smiled and shifted out of her glamour into the blue-skinned, beauty Swiss had first laid eyes on in the ritual room. Her tail swished forward, coming to rest on his legs. Without hesitation, he allowed his own to unfurl from his waist and come to rest against hers.

Spade to spade.

They sat in relative silence, drinking in the stillness of their confessions, tails tangled together. The blue tuft of Cumulus' softly caressing Swiss' worn spade. Gradually they moved closer to each other until, eventually, Cumulus sat next to Swiss, his head on her shoulder, and their hands became entwined.

"I'd ask to kiss you but I'm probably not that pleasant to taste right now." Swiss chuckled.

"No, you really wouldn't be."

"What about a shower together?"

"How about you buy me a drink in Berlin and we'll talk?"

Swiss smiled, kissed Cumulus on the back of her hand and rose unsteadily to his feet.

"It's a date."

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Kourtney Kardashian is the oldest of the sisters(43) and has 3 kids(Mason 12, Penelope 10, Reign 7) with Scott Disick(39). She is currently married to Blink 182 drummer, Travis Barker(46) who she’s been 2ish years. She tends to be very sarcastic, nonchalant, little childish and mostly is all about being a mom and being healthy. She owns a sort of health app/blog/company of wellness and health(poosh) and recently launched a vitamin brand, lemme. She cares about the environment and showed it by becoming an environment ambassador for Boohoo, the fast fashion brand and if you are looking for the water in LA, chances are she has it in her pool. I also wonder how she finds the time to help w/ the environment, poosh, lemme cuz she says she doesn’t like to work. I’ll defend her a moment cuz people shouldn’t really live or exist just to work. However, not everyone has the privilege of making money by having cameras film your every move. I feel that her biggest “rival” of the sisters is Kim, they are close in age by 2 years and I feel that Kim really wants to fight for the Older and Wiser sister title. The show caused some strain on her relationship with kim and also khloe as well. It’s like in just about every episode Kim and her would fight from candy for kids, fashion, parenting, and filming. Most of the fights were cuz each sister wanted their way of doing things. There were a few moments like w/ former partners(scott/Kanye) where they would give each other space to cry while the other sister would go and tend to her sister's children. However, both kim and kourt don’t have that comforting nature w/khloe. She complains of filming cuz emotional moments of her life televised from children’s birth to scott’s infidelities. However, now that she has a new man, all of sudden she loves cameras but I guess it’s cuz it’s happy stuff now. I also don’t want mommy shame her but I feel sometimes she can’t control her kids. She would have trouble w/ keeping nannies cuz Penelope would scratch the nanny and they would quit cuz it’s not like they could discipline her themselves and kourt and Scott weren’t going to do it. However, I do feel that she loves and respects her children's privacy and passions. I also feel that she doesn’t get called out or criticized as much as her other sisters. Like kim, khloe and Kylie get bullied for the looks especially their weight, whether it was because of their pregnancies or their natural bodies. However, Kourtney can embrace her “natural” body and it will be seen as body positivity and happy weight but when khloe had her natural curves, she was the fat sister.

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In the digital age, the world of fashion is at our fingertips. Online womens clothing australia has revolutionized the way we access and explore the latest trends, and Australia is no exception. From the bustling streets of Sydney to the tranquil shores of Perth, Australian women are embracing the convenience and diversity of online fashion. In this blog, we'll take you on a journey through the vibrant world of online women's fashion in Australia, highlighting the trends, brands, and tips that will help you stay ahead of the curve.

The Rise of Online Fashion in Australia

Australia's vast and diverse landscapes are a reflection of its people, and this diversity is mirrored in the fashion choices of Australian women. Online fashion has rapidly gained popularity in this vast nation, offering consumers a myriad of options right at their fingertips. The convenience of shopping from home or on-the-go has led to a significant shift in the way Australians access the latest fashion trends.

Australian Fashion Trends: From Beachside Casual to Urban Chic

1. Beachside Casual: Australia's stunning coastline inspires beachside fashion trends that are both stylish and practical. Think flowy sundresses, oversized hats, and swimwear that doubles as outerwear. Brands like Tigerlily and Seafolly have captured the essence of beachside chic.

2. Urban Cool: In Australia's cosmopolitan cities like Sydney and Melbourne, the fashion scene leans towards urban sophistication. Edgy streetwear, sleek tailored pieces, and unique accessories are all the rage. Brands like Zimmermann and Aje are known for their modern yet timeless urban collections.

3. Boho Vibes: The bohemian spirit runs deep in Australia, and this is reflected in the fashion choices of many. Maxi dresses, fringed accessories, and earthy tones are a common sight. Brands like Spell & The Gypsy Collective perfectly encapsulate the boho vibe.

4. Activewear Reigns: Australians are fitness enthusiasts, and activewear has become a fashion staple. Whether you're hitting the gym or just running errands, stylish activewear is a must. Brands like Lorna Jane and P.E Nation have made a mark in this segment.

Iconic Australian Fashion Brands

1. Country Road: Known for its timeless designs and high-quality basics, Country Road offers a range of clothing, accessories, and homewares. It's a go-to for classic Australian style.

2. Witchery: This brand combines sophistication with contemporary style. Witchery's collections feature everything from elegant dresses to versatile workwear.

3. Kookai: If you're after chic and on-trend clothing, Kookai is the brand to explore. They offer a wide range of dresses, knitwear, and accessories for fashion-forward women.

4. Cue: Cue is synonymous with modern tailoring and bold designs. Their clothing is perfect for the career-driven woman who wants to make a statement in the workplace.

5. Aje: Aje is known for its artful and unique designs. If you're looking for pieces that are both fashion-forward and one-of-a-kind, Aje should be on your radar.

Where to Shop for Online Women's Fashion

With countless online fashion stores to choose from, finding the perfect platform to satisfy your style cravings can be a bit overwhelming. Here are some popular online fashion destinations that cater to the Australian market:

1. The Iconic: Offering a vast selection of Australian and international brands, The Iconic is a one-stop-shop for all your fashion needs. They provide fast shipping and easy returns, making it a favorite among fashion-conscious Australians.

2. ASOS: This UK-based online retailer has a wide range of fashion options and offers express shipping to Australia. ASOS is known for its affordable yet trendy collections.

3. Showpo: Showpo is all about fun and affordable fashion. They offer a variety of styles, from casual to formal, and are known for their great customer service.

4. Boohoo: If you're looking for fast fashion that won't break the bank, Boohoo is a great choice. They frequently update their collections with the latest trends.

5. Birdsnest: Birdsnest focuses on providing a personalized shopping experience. They have a unique "wardrobe wingman" feature that helps you find the perfect outfits for your style and body type.

Tips for a Successful Online Shopping Experience

Know Your Measurements: Make sure you know your measurements and check the size guides provided by the retailer. This will help you choose the right size and reduce the need for returns.

Read Reviews: Customer reviews can provide valuable insights into the fit and quality of a product. Take the time to read them before making a purchase.

Check the Return Policy: Before you hit the buy button, familiarize yourself with the retailer's return policy. It's essential to know the process for returns or exchanges in case the item doesn't meet your expectations.

Stay Informed About Sales and Discounts: Sign up for newsletters or follow your favorite brands on social media to stay informed about sales and discounts. This can help you snag great deals.

Secure Payment: Always ensure that the website you're shopping on is secure and uses encryption for payment information. Look for the padlock symbol in the address bar.

Explore Sustainable Options: Consider supporting brands that prioritize sustainability and ethical practices. Sustainable fashion is a growing trend in Australia.

In conclusion, the world of shop online womens clothing australia is diverse, dynamic, and easily accessible. With a myriad of trends, brands, and shopping platforms to choose from, you can effortlessly curate your style from the comfort of your home. So, why wait? Start exploring the latest in online women's fashion in Australia today and embark on a stylish journey like never before!

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INCLUSIVITY WITHIN FASHION

SIZE

Since the beginning of fashion marketing the market hasn't been inclusive to all shapes and sizes. As the years have gone by there has been more effort put into using models that look like 'everyday people'. Over the past 5 years the push for more sustainability in fashion has pushed the body positivity movement with in industry, and improve inclusivity forever. But despite this Designers viewed the situation as a checklist: Either they pushed for sustainability, or extended their size ranges.

For many plus-size shoppers it is nearly impossible to find clothes that embrace their body and curves within mainstream shops, but as many ethical fashion brands that offer inclusive sizes can be expensive and excusive.

Some fast-fashion brands such as ASOS, FashionNova, Boohoo are their go-to style destinations, simply out of necessity. Few brands offer stylish clothes in true plus-sizes, and studies show that many within the plus-size community come from a lower socioeconomic status, which limits the amount of money they can spend on clothes.

The work done to improve this is done in the plentiful, but is still not perfect but more and more people have come to realise that its less about perfection but more about progress.

"The Old Navy BODEQUALITY"

Georgina Ripley: Body Beautiful Diversity on the Catwalk

During this exacerbation their was a body cast made from a plus size model which created the first life size body mannequin.

Many exacerbation in the recent years many companies have done their best to create a more diverse sizes of models to normalise ALL bodies.

Plus-size? More Like My Size | Ashley Graham | TEDxBerkleeValencia

HARVARD REFERENCE-

Nast, C. (2021). The State of Size-Inclusive Sustainable Fashion. [online] Teen Vogue. Available at: https://www.teenvogue.com/story/state-of-size-inclusive-sustainable-fashion [Accessed 18 Sep. 2023].

August 19, A.L.D. and 2021 (2021). Old Navy Plus-Size Initiative BODEQUALITY Promises Inclusivity. [online] FASHION Magazine. Available at: https://fashionmagazine.com/style/old-navy-plus-size/ [Accessed 18 Sep. 2023].

www.youtube.com. (n.d.). Georgina Ripley: Body Beautiful Diversity on the Catwalk. [online] Available at: https://youtu.be/idKebiL6qgY?si=-a8tuPTu62xrP9TS [Accessed 19 Sep. 2023].

Plus-size? More Like My Size | Ashley Graham | TEDxBerkleeValencia. (2015). YouTube. Available at: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xAgawjzimjc.

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𝐨𝐟 (𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐲) 𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

Chonky Dante prompt by ouvragesdepenny

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𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆 𝗈𝖿 𝖺𝗇𝗇𝗈𝗒𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝖾𝗋𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖵𝖾𝗋𝗀𝗂𝗅 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗈𝗈𝗄, only for his lips to inadvertently curved into a smile at the sight he subsequently witnessed:

The Legendary Devil Hunter struggled to put on his trousers.

“Devil May Flounder in his own wardrobe, little brother?” Vergil asked a moment later as Dante's apparent struggle persisted, not even bothering to conceal the mirth in his tone.

“Haha pretty funny, Verge. Sooo glad you are having a great internal cackle at my–” Dante booed sarcastically whilst tugging his trousers hard with a holler. “–couture plight.”

“You know very well that I do not cackle, Dante.”

“Yeah whatever type of taunting you are doing behind that pretty face of yours, princess,” Dante huffed, one leg suspended in the air as he virtually gave up putting on that particular trousers and now trying to take it off.

The sight prevailed over his internal amusement, prompting Vergil to put down his book then marching toward his brother-turned-devil-in-wardrobe's-distress.

“Sit down before you break a leg from something as demeaningly as undersized trousers.”

“There you did it, Verge!!” His little brother cried dramatically but he still did as told. “You really have to go all out and say the word, don't cha? Bet you're having the time of your life seeing your precious baby brother getting CHONKY.”

To say that he did not struggle to keep a deadpan countenance throughout Dante's theatrical lament would be a grave lie, and he couldn't very well keep his eyes and lips from making twitches then and now, especially at the last part of said lament.

“You are well aware of this impending result and its cause, not-so-little brother.” He did not bother to censor his opinion, seeing as he was currently peeling Dante's undersized trousers from the man's portly legs.

“Yeah, you force-feeding me three times per day and annexing half of my job.”

Vergil looked up sharply at his brother's petulant riposte. “I charitably inducted you into a healthy diet, of which you sabotaged to your utmost ability by gorging upon your exalted junk food every time my back turns.”

“Hey! Leave my pizza alone out of this, we're doing just fine before!”

Vergil inhaled deeply as he rose, willing his composure to not rise to Dante's bait as he folded Dante's trousers neatly.

“Emphasis to before. Now that you no longer bear the burden of a livelihood upon your own, either you adjust your eating pattern or grow to be a bloated whale.”

Silence fell in the wake of Vergil's firm term, before Dante, true to his theatrical wont, burst into a series of ridiculously superficial wailing.

“Boohohoo... Boohoo... Bohoohoo! Vergie bullied me! Vergie called me fat! Vergie no longer loves me cause I'm no longer young and fit!”

Our esteemed Father, grant me the patience against this eternally overdramatic and overgrown infant.

“That's it. If you wish to carry upon this infantile theatrics for the rest of the day, then do so in a one-man show.”

At his ultimatum, his baby brother immediately wrapped his arms around his waist, pulling him flush against his face.

“Boo... Vergie doesn't love me anymore.... fat and unloved, that's how I am going to die...” Dante emulated a five year old's bawling perfectly, rubbing his face against Vergil's side.

But the strength in his grip told Vergil the genuine fear that his brother attempted to conceal through his theatrical antics: the insecurity of no longer found attractive enough to keep Vergil's interest and that the elder might turn his gaze elsewhere. A justifiable fear, but no less insulting to Vergil's pride and self-regard.

“Your shallow trust in me is most offensively foolish, little brother.”

But at the same time, Vergil realized that Dante's insecurity, as painful and aggravating it was presently, was not unfounded, given the abandonment Vergil subjected him to, not once but twice in the past. And that was something that Vergil has committed to spend the rest of his life and their cohabitation atoning for.

“But as your elder I must set an example upon the proper course of action to settle such a matter.” To provide you with assurance whereupon you doubt.

The elder fully turned toward the younger, one hand rested upon the latter's back and the other gently lifted the latter's face by chin so that their eyes would meet.

“My resolution wavers not, my devotion strays not, upon the throne of your heart alone I reign supreme.” He stroked the line upon Dante's brow with a tenderness that contrasted the emotion ablaze in his gray eyes. “With all that I am; man and demon.” Leaning down, his lips descended upon that of Dante's, gentle yet firm, assuring as the words spoken with each brush. “Then, now, and forevermore.”

He felt his brother's grip upon his waist tightened, the only warning before he was tugged to sit upon the younger's lap. His lissome yet fierce thighs flanking Dante's sides and his knees pressed against Dante's ample waist. His arms thereupon naturally migrated around his brother's neck and he couldn't but mentally took particular note of the extra fat cankering his cheek and lines of jaw, eclipsing the masculine length of his neck. It elicited a low chuckle from Vergil as his fingers caressed said fat, which subsequently prompted a pout from Dante.

“Are we gonna make out or are you gonna lecture me?”

Vergil's response was yanking Dante forward by his hair, seizing his lips in a fierce kiss that set their tongues into zealous motion.

“Now that's...” Dante spoke breathlessly as they parted with a loud, prurient wet noise.

“Devil got your tongue, little brother?~”

“Yeah, and I'm gonna take every inch of him in return,” Dante half-panted, half-growled, leaning forward and pressing Vergil's wait with the intent to resume their carnal entanglement.

But before Dante could seize his lips, Vergil held his palm up, effectively blocking the younger's advance.

“Foolishness, Dante. If you want it...” At the word "it", he pressed his perineum against the beginning of the bulge between Dante's thick thighs,  clenching it for further emphasis before extricating himself and returning to feet in one fluid motion. “Then you'll have to lose a specific amount of kilograms.”

“What?!” Dante blinked, face flushed with apparent arousal. “Oh c'mon! You can't just,” the hunter cried whilst pointing at the overt bulge between his thighs. “- rhapsodize and work me up only to bail out just as the party is about juice up!”

“I graciously provide you with the cause and opportunity to begin a workout, getting rid of some weight as well as edges.” Vergil tilted his chin up to gesture at aforementioned bulge.

“You're not seriously asking how many pounds I lost before letting me pound your pussy?!”

Vergil drew to his full height, asserting his authority and exacting his proviso.

“Consider it your motivation.”

He turned and strode away with an extra sway upon his hip, a merciless smirk upon his visage as he heard Dante groaning and howling in frustration behind him.

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10 Best Plus Size Heart Sweaters To Keep You Warm This Fall

Fall is upon us, and what better way to stay warm than with a cozy plus size heart sweater? Plus size heart sweaters are the perfect way to express your love for the season without sacrificing comfort. From classic styles to bold statement pieces, there is something for everyone. Here are 10 of the best plus size heart sweaters to keep you warm this fall.

ASOS Curve Heart Sweater – This comfy oversized sweater from ASOS Curve is the perfect way to add a subtle pop of color to your fall wardrobe. The light pink knit heart is framed by a navy ribbed knit, and the oversized fit makes it comfortable and flattering for any body type.

Wild Fable Heart Knit Sweater – This chunky knit sweater from Wild Fable is the perfect mix of cozy and cute. The oversized fit and cropped length make this sweater a great choice for layering over a dress or paired with jeans. The bright pink hearts and navy knit make a bold statement that is sure to turn heads.

H&M Heart Intarsia Sweater – This classic intarsia sweater from H&M features a delicate pattern of hearts in shades of pink, red, and white. The lightweight knit is perfect for chilly days, and the relaxed fit is comfortable and flattering.

Forever 21 Plus Size Heart Sweater – This classic pink and white sweater from Forever 21 features an allover pattern of hearts that is sure to be a conversation starter. The soft knit fabric is lightweight and comfortable, making this the perfect piece for transitioning from summer to fall.

Boohoo Plus Size Heart Sweater – This bold statement sweater from Boohoo is perfect for the fashion-forward plus size woman. The bright red knit is eye-catching, and the oversized fit is comfortable and flattering. Pair this with jeans or a skirt for a cute and cozy look.

Old Navy Plus Size Heart Sweater – This classic cable-knit sweater from Old Navy is a wardrobe staple. The cream knit features a subtle pattern of hearts, and the relaxed fit is perfect for layering. Pair this with jeans or a skirt for a classic and cozy look.

Target Plus Size Heart Sweater – This bright and bold sweater from Target is sure to make a statement. The bright pink knit is eye-catching, and the oversized fit is comfortable and flattering. Pair this with jeans or a skirt for a stylish and cozy look.

Gap Plus Size Heart Sweater – This classic cable-knit sweater from Gap is the perfect mix of cozy and cute. The light pink knit features a subtle pattern of hearts, and the oversized fit is perfect for layering. Pair this with jeans or a skirt for a classic and cozy look.

Modcloth Plus Size Heart Sweater – This classic plus size sweater from Modcloth features

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