#[ the weather is PERFECT right now and just fills me with joy ]

[despairforme]

HAPPY APRIL! ( writing goals & march summary! )

[ OH WELL--- March was ( somehow ) a little better than February when it comes to wordcount, but I only wrote 4K ; u ; // Tbh I'm not surprised. I've been super busy, and my creative spoons have been low ( I've been prioritizing drawing ). Still! I really enjoyed March because so much is happening in my life. uvu7

FOR APRIL - I'm really not sure how busy I'll be. Depends on how the project of selling our house turns out ( still no buyers rip ). Also it's spring !!!!! Which means going out more, socializing, helping out at my parents' farm, getting my boat ready for summer, gardening... OH AND !! The volleyball easter cup is coming up, so gotta train for that ( living my best haikyuu life ).

I REALLY MISS WRITING THOUGH!! Usually writing is such a big part of my life so when I'm writing as little as I have been these months.... Yeah, something is missing!!

I WILL DO A MODEST WRITING GOAL OF 10 000 WORDS ( for Nnoitra ) . In April last year I wrote 11K in total, and 7 of them were for Nnoitra, so this is a realistic goal, but also I need to focus to complete it, since it's a big step-up from my sad 4K that I wrote in March.

Thank you for your patience with me while I try to get back into the flow of being more regularly online and to write more often! Wish you all a lovely April, happy writing! :D ]

[okwonyo]

﹙ ✉️ ﹚ ──MIDAS TOUCH. in which 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗆𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗇'𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽.

엔하이픈 성훈 ⠀ ノ⠀ female reader 11OO non-idol au fluff established relationship ⠀⎯⠀⠀ not proof-read skinship making out⠀， recueil . . .

a/n. for @bywons’s on our love event and also to celebrate @cupidhoons & @sainns return ! 😚 for @atrirose because that picture showed a side of her i never saw ... read until the end i swear it’s worth it ^^

if you had to pick a favorite season, it would definitely be summer.

the sun shining bright as you wake up. the birds chirping heavenly at you window to welcome you in the morning. summer break starting. going shopping whenever you can, meeting your friends. finally stepping foot in the sand and greeting the sea after a long time being away from it. waiting for it during most of the year, there is just joy that fills your body when you can see the season peeking it’s nose — you already plan your summer’s hang outs at the end of spring.

it’s a perfect season, really. even the heat waves people tend to complain about are perfect. you always go through the most hot days of summer with a water bottle, your dear fan and the cold floor of your room you lay on during the whole day. curtains covering the window but not totally, you are almost in the dark for the entirety of your day— it’s not good for your eyes, your mom always scolds you, but you don’t care. during a weather like this, you barely do anything, anyway, if it’s not staring at the celling, though you can’t properly see it, and go to the kitchen when you need to.

this is the reason your back rest on the bare floor while you wear an oversized tee and a short right now.

today is the most hot day of the year and you doing fine, really fine even. the cold floor added to the fan hitting directly on your face prevent you from melting right then and there. you would be perfectly fine if your boyfriend didn’t erupt in your room without any sort of warnings. his tall and muscular frame appearing right in front of you, the light of the opened door he stands under showing off his biceps with his tank top perfectly, claiming that your parents let him in, before flopping right on top of you like he weighted nothing. which is far from the truth, those muscles made you let out a tiny ‘oof’ that he brushed off with a giggle.

the first ten minutes of it were fine. you fingers absentmindedly playing with his hair as his nose rested in the crook of your neck. barely any words were exchanged, too scared that your tongues would disappear into thin air if you even tried to talk. however, his weight added to the unbearable heat were threatening to be the end of you, and not in a good way.

“sunghoon,” you dare to speak, only to call your lover. he doesn’t respond entirely, only giving you a hum that vibrates on your skin. “get off of me.”

he lets out a groan. only moving to further put his nose in the crook of your neck, the tip of his nose seems to want to cut through your skin and makes a home for itself inside of your flesh. you can practically feel the sweat flooding all over your body. from your wet hair to your sticky body, the heat doesn’t spare you at all.

it is the same for sunghoon. his sweat is far from smelling bad, it reminds you of caramel and vanilla drowned in milk together. when your hands find his torso, with much difficulty, you can feel his white tank top being soaked against his pecs, can feel his muscles through the fabric, against your sweaty palms. the heat must be messing up with your brain, this feeling you feel in the pit of your stomach can’t be real. you stay still for a moment, his voice cuts through your trance like state.

“don’t be shy,” he whispers against your skin, his warmth breath sends you into a spiral. you can hear the smirk in his voice when he speaks again, “you can go a little lower.”

the blush appearing all over your body must be ten times hotter than the weather out here, “w-what do you mea—” oh, his abs. you shut your mouth immediately. closing your eyes, biting your lower lip, you do everything to get yourself back on earth. this man is crashing your bones, making you melt with his body warmth and has the audacity to play with you. you push his chest, he barely budges, “get off of me.”

sunghoon stays still at your words. then, he licks his lower lips. the ghost of his tongue tickles your neck, you almost combust on the spot. another silence fills the room for a moment, only the sound of the electric fourniture sending you cold air reaches your ears. after a while, you simply accept your fate, but you swear if the summer heat wasn’t taking half of your energy, the man on top of you would already be sent flying through the window by now.

you sign, freeing your hands from between sunghoon’s chest and yours, “i’m so hot.”

these three words seem to be the only ones you needed to say for your boyfriend to finally get off of you. you can’t see him well, but the light escaping through the slightly opened curtains lets you see his face being colored by a red taint a little in the dark. he pins each of his palms next to a side of your head. he towers over you as you look at him, his wet hair hangs right above you, his breath is heavy, his face is sweaty.

still, he grins while he looks directly at you, “yes, you are.”

you want to say something back, anything. alas, your body heat gets ridiculously higher and your throat is too sore to spit out any sort of sound. the look in his gaze weights on your lips, you can’t really see is eyes properly, but you can feel lust, desire in them. a droplet of sweat lands on your cheek, you would have cringed normally, but you don’t mind this time. you can’t focus on such meaningless things when sunghoon is looking at you like that. like his whole body is craving for you.

the warmth breath you felt on your neck a moment ago gets warmer and warmer on your mouth as he leans in. he falls onto you slowly, carefully, “s’hot,” he mumbles against your lips before capturing them.

a salty feeling fills your mouths when you kiss, the sweat on your lips is somehow sweet on both of your tongues. he is soon to be all over you again, his chest meets yours as he makes a total mess of your mouth. the way his mouth moves against yours makes you go crazy, you feel yourself getting weaker and weaker, gripping onto his wet hair for dear life. somehow, the room gets even hotter and the van is only here for the fun of it. his tongue slips inside of your mouth when he tilts his head to the side slightly, it feels like he is devouring you whole, sucking your soul like a sort of vampire. it’s the first time he kisses you like that, dizzying lovesick, you surely hope it’s not the last.

suddenly, his hand finds the one of yours who is free, his skin is so hot against yours. you don’t know if it’s the summer or, just, him. he pulls away from the kiss, because, right, you have to breathe. he puts your palm against his chest, on his beating heart, the pulse is so loud that you can feel it vibrating in your entire body. he goes back to kissing you before any words can leave your mouth. his hands guides yours lower as the kiss goes, you are way too busy going crazy on him tilting his head again to put his tongue in your mouth to realize that you are now touching his abs. he lets out a shuddered sigh as your fingertips presses against his soaked top, his abs well sculpted under it, your touch captivates him, his body aches for you.

you love summer and whatever it’s heat waves makes to sunghoon’s mind.

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[callsigns-haze]

Hi! I love your Twister fics! Anyways I was hoping you could write something about Tyler proposing to fem reader then having boon or javi get certified in being an officiant then get married in field as a tornado touches! That would truly be Tornado wrangler fashion. If not I totally understand.

Winds of Forever

Pairing: Tyler Owens x Reader

Chapter Summary: Tyler and Y/N embrace the unpredictability of their love by exchanging vows in the heart of a storm, beginning their married life with nature's raw power as their witness.

Chapter Warnings: Intense weather scenes and emotional moments.

Tyler Owens had always known that his love for storm chasing was rivalled only by his love for you. The thrill of the storm, the adrenaline of the chase—it all paled in comparison to the life you had built together. So when it came time to propose, Tyler wanted the moment to be as extraordinary as the love you shared.

The day had been long and exhilarating, filled with the rush of chasing storms across the plains. As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a fiery orange glow across the sky, the team gathered around a campfire, their laughter mingling with the distant rumble of thunder. The air was still charged with the electricity of the storm, and it felt like the perfect moment for something special.

Tyler sat beside you, his heart racing as he reached into his pocket to feel the small, weathered box that had been burning a hole there all day. He looked at you, your face illuminated by the firelight, and knew this was the moment he’d been waiting for. He stood up, his movements slow and deliberate, drawing the attention of everyone around the fire.

As the chatter died down, Tyler took your hand, gently pulling you to your feet. You looked at him with a mixture of curiosity and affection, your heart skipping a beat as you saw the serious expression on his face.

“Y/N,” Tyler began, his voice steady but filled with emotion. “From the first storm we chased together, I knew you were different. You’ve been my partner in every way—through every wild adventure, every close call, and every quiet moment in between. I’ve chased a lot of storms, but nothing compares to the chase that led me to you. And I don’t want to spend another day without knowing you’re mine forever.”

He reached into his pocket, pulling out the small box, and your breath caught in your throat as he got down on one knee. The flickering firelight danced in his eyes as he opened the box to reveal a ring that sparkled like the stars above.

“Will you marry me?” Tyler asked, his voice trembling with hope and love.

Tears welled up in your eyes as you looked down at him, your heart overflowing with joy. There was only one answer, and it burst from your lips with the force of a storm. “Yes, Tyler! Yes!”

As he slipped the ring onto your finger, you pulled him to his feet, wrapping your arms around him in a tight embrace. The team erupted in cheers, their excitement matching the joy in your heart as you kissed him, tears of happiness blending with the wind that whipped around you.

But as the cheers began to fade, Boone, always the one with the wild ideas, grinned and said, “You know, we could do this right now. Get married here, in the middle of a storm—just like the way you two live your lives.”

You both laughed, but the idea took hold, the thrill of it coursing through you. The thought of marrying Tyler, not in some traditional setting, but here, in the midst of what you loved most—surrounded by storms and friends—felt right. It felt like the most perfect way to begin your life together.

“Why not?” Tyler said, his grin widening as he looked at you, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

“That’s crazy,” you said, but you couldn’t deny the excitement bubbling up inside you.

“It’s perfect,” he replied, squeezing your hand. “Let’s do it.”

And then, as if the universe itself was in on the plan, Javi, the quiet and steady presence in your group, revealed that he had recently become a certified officiant—“You know, just in case,” he added with a sheepish grin.

The next day, under a sky dark with swirling clouds, you found yourselves standing hand in hand in a wide, open field. The storm had gathered strength, and a massive tornado was forming in the distance, a wild and beautiful force of nature. The wind howled around you, tugging at your clothes and hair, but all you could focus on was Tyler’s hand in yours, the warmth of his touch grounding you amidst the chaos.

Javi stood before you, his voice strong and steady as he began the ceremony. “Tyler, Y/N… I can’t think of a more fitting way for the two of you to start your married life together than in the heart of a storm. Just like this tornado, your love is powerful, unpredictable, and unstoppable. Today, you’re making a promise—to stand by each other, no matter what winds may blow.”

As the tornado loomed in the distance, Tyler turned to you, his eyes filled with love and determination. He took a deep breath and began his vows, his voice strong despite the wind.

“Y/N, from the moment I met you, I knew my life would never be the same. You’ve been my partner in every storm, my calm in the chaos, and my greatest adventure. I promise to stand by your side through every twist and turn, to weather every storm with you, and to love you fiercely, just as fiercely as I love the thrill of the chase. You are my everything, and I vow to protect you, to cherish you, and to never let a day go by without reminding you how much you mean to me.”

Tears filled your eyes as you listened to his words, your heart swelling with love. You squeezed his hand, smiling through your tears as you began your own vows.

“Tyler, you’ve shown me a love that’s as wild and unpredictable as the storms we chase. You’ve taught me to embrace the unknown, to find beauty in the chaos, and to always keep my eyes on the horizon. I promise to stand by you in every storm, to be your safe harbour, and to love you with all the passion and intensity that this life deserves. You are my tornado, my whirlwind, and I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.”

As you finished your vows, the tornado touched down, a powerful force of nature swirling behind you as if the universe itself was bearing witness to your promises. The moment was surreal, a perfect blend of chaos and serenity, as you and Tyler sealed your vows with a kiss. The storm raged on around you, but all you felt was the warmth of his lips, the strength of his arms around you, and the certainty that this was the beginning of your greatest adventure yet.

The team erupted in cheers, their voices carried away by the wind as they surrounded you both, their excitement and joy adding to the wild energy of the moment. Boone whooped loudly, clapping Tyler on the back, while Javi grinned, clearly pleased with how perfectly everything had come together.

As the winds began to die down and the storm moved on, you stood there together, hand in hand, staring at the path of the tornado as it carved its way through the land. The world around you was raw and wild, but in Tyler’s arms, you felt nothing but peace and love.

Tyler turned to you, his eyes shining with tears. “I can’t believe we just did that.”

You laughed, shaking your head as you leaned into him, feeling the warmth of his arm around you. “It was perfect,” you whispered. “Absolutely perfect.”

And as you stood there, the wind still whipping around you, you knew that this was just the beginning of your adventure together. The storms would come and go, but your love—like the tornado that had witnessed your vows—was a force of nature, powerful and unbreakable, ready to take on whatever the world threw at you.

Together, you would weather every storm, hand in hand, for the rest of your lives.

Requests for Tyler are open be free to send in as much as you wish!

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[amica-aenigmata-naboo]

Endlessly

Astarion x plus size! Y/N - drabble - 1.3K WC NSFW 18+

Masterlist

Warnings: insecurities, yelling, self deprecation, fluff on fluff on fluff, Astarion being a big sap, loveeeeee

Part 2

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You and Astarion had been together for 8 bliss filled months. You knew you were in love with him the day he asked you to be his. Yet you never said it. He hadn’t said it either. Honestly, you were still amazed he was with you. You knew your size wasn’t perceived as conventionally attractive or desirable. It used to bother you, but you were quite comfortable in yourself now. Until it came to Astarion. It was like you were trying to hide any and all fat on your body when he was around. He had never made any negative remarks, quite the opposite actually. You just knew one day he would wake up and see through the honeyed fog of lust and find somebody who matched him. Somebody perfect, just like him. 

You watched as Karlach played in the stream, she had such a child-like wonder about her. It made you happy to just be in her presence. Shadowheart sat on the shore with you, meditating. Everyone else was back at camp. 

“Come on Y/N! Come play!” Karlach yelled, splashing a bit of water at you. 

You got up wading into the water up to your knees. Thankfully you wore shorts and a massively oversized top. You felt comfortable enough around everyone to be seen like this. You and Karlach flicked water at each other, finding rocks and shells to take back to camp. You talked about nothing and everything. Gale and Wyll made their way down, even Lae’zel. The weather was just too good to not enjoy your little beach. You didn’t see Astarion make his way down the hill. He walked up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. You lurched forwards, not used to touching as you were still nervous about it - especially when he touches your waist/stomach. Your foot slipped on the soft mud beneath you, you fell forwards. You caught yourself, avoiding any injury but you were soaked. Your clothes clung to you, your body on full display. You scrambled up, crossing your arms over your torso. You pushed past Astarion as he held a hand out to you. You rushed up the hill and to your tent, stripping your clothes off. 

“Darling? May I come in?” Astarion said from the front of your tent.

“Not right now Star.” You tried hard to hide the waiver in your voice, or the subtle sniffles you were letting out. You layered on clothes, wanting to hide within yourself somehow. 

“Love…” he said, barely peeking inside.

“I said not now! Please just go away…” you yelled, sounding harsher than you intended. You laid on your bedroll, curling into yourself. You cried until you fell asleep, the moment earlier exhausting and overwhelming you. 

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Astarion backed away from your tent. He had never heard you yell before, much less at him. He racked his brain, not exactly sure what he did wrong. It clicked after a moment, he touched you. You two had never established boundaries verbally but you knew he was ok with touching. You, however, were only ok with light touches that didn’t really invade your person. Holding hands, a kiss, caressing your face - all things he had done before that you seemed to be happy with. But today, perhaps he had overstepped. When he saw you and your radiant smile, so full of joy to just exist in the moment looking for shells and splashing about with Karlach. He acted on instinct, without even properly thinking it through. He felt positively wretched. Out of everyone he understood most how awful it is to have physical boundaries crossed, and he crossed yours. He walked to his tent glumly. He would seek you out later, right now he wanted to give you the space you deserved. 

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You woke up later. The crickets outside chirped and you could hear the campfire crackling. You rubbed your eyes. A blanket had been thrown over you, a note was folded up on your table. You got up and snatched it. “Find me when you wake - A” You sighed, closing your eyes. The way you yelled at him echoed in your mind. You were flustered, you hadn’t meant for it to sound so mean. You peeled off your coat, feeling hot and constricted in all the layers you had piled on. You left your tent in a sweater and pants. You felt less anxious than you had earlier, knowing your campmates didn’t care what you looked like. All you cared about was that Astarion had touched your stomach, the spot you were most insecure about. You couldn’t act like it wasn’t there anymore, you had to face him. You willed back your misty eyes, preparing for the worst. You softly called his name outside of his tent, waiting for him to call you in. He did, and he looked just as nervous as you felt. Your stomach dropped but you tried not to show it.

You sat rather far from him, wanting to have space between you both. “I’m sorry I yelled at you.” you spoke first.

“I’m not worried about that darling… I am worried about the fact that I hurt you.” he spoke softly but you could hear the guilt in his tone.

You looked at him, confusion dripping from your face. “I wasn’t thinking… and I know that isn’t an excuse, but I’m sorry I crossed your boundary. It won't happen again… that being said, we need to have a talk.”

Your blood ran cold, a cold sweat covering your back. This was it. You nodded stoically, convincing yourself not to cry. 

“I would like to know where you are comfortable with me touching you. I, personally, am comfortable with you touching me wherever, whenever.” he smiled at you gently, a simple twitch up the corners of his mouth.

Well… this is not where you thought the conversation was going. “I…” you tried to collect your thoughts, “I do like your touch. I want you to know that. I love it, in fact. What happened earlier wasn’t anything to do with you, I just…” you paused, unsure if you should even tell him. 

He looked at you with his big pleading eyes, you had to tell him or this wall would intrude upon your relationship.

“I am insecure about my… size… my weight. I know you have had many diviner conquests, and you yourself are a vision… I just… I don’t know… I don’t want to disappoint y-” you were cut off by his lips melding into yours. They were soft but you could feel a fire behind them. 

“Respectfully, darling, shut up.” he kissed you again, deeply. As if trying to convey a multitude of feelings at once. “You are perfect. And you are not a conquest, you are the one I…” he paused, his eyes flicking between yours before he spoke again. “You are the one I love. And I love all of you.”

You were shocked, you were sure you felt everything about your relationship deeper than he did. And yet, here he was saying he loves you. “I love you… I’m so sorry about this whole thing.” you scooted closer to him, reaching for his hand. 

“Don’t be sorry. I understand insecurities, nasty little thoughts that cannibalize you from within.” he cupped your cheek, “You have nothing to worry about. You are perfect, I love everything about you.” 

He sounded so sincere you couldn’t help but tear up. “Can we… work on expanding my boundaries? I want to touch you, and have you touch me… I just need some time to get comfortable. Get out of my head, ya know?” you asked, picking at your nails. You hadn’t talked about intimacy with anyone else before, not like this. 

“Of course little love… we’ll go at your pace. Honestly, I’m excited to do this with you.” he smiled, his fangs making an appearance. “I love you, endlessly.” he said as he kissed your cheeks before landing on your lips. The kiss was sweet, almost like it was sealing a promise.

“I love you, endlessly.” you spoke on his lips before connecting your mouths once again.

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Naboo's Note:

Hello! I hope everyone enjoys, I haven't seen too many plus size reader inserts with Astarion so here is my shot at it. As a plus size person I think this kind of representation is important and very validating. Post again soon, love you guys!! Thanks for all the likes, comments, reblogs, and requests!! XOXOXOXO

[soft-boi-eli]

Jinshi x reader x maomao

Summary:you think your pregnant but until you fully know you arent going to go and announce it to the world.

Tw: pregnancy. Cortasn reader. Reader had fem genitals but refered to as they them.

NOT PROOF READ! SO READ AT OWN RISK!!

You tracked it. And you should of known. But the passion of both of them was too much and you didnt care, nor did they. But here you are missing your second lunar cycle. It was common for it to disappear for a month, having the stress mess around with its regularlarity.

But two in a row. That wasnt right.

You had known maomao for a while, growing up close to her as a consort from the brothel that you both grew up in.

You were always sneaking out to help the poison enthusiasts, dressing down, hiding your true looks with the same makeup that maomao used. And it just so happens that when you join her you got stolen too. But that was another story.

Now you and your lovers had a problem at hand. Your missing cycles. You found the short girl, she was alone in a room at jinshis home. "Maomao. I need your help." She had put down the mortar and pestal, her gaze landing on you, "(y/n), you seem distressed." She poured some tea from the pot on a table. You hadnt realized she had made her way into the kitchen.

"Sit." You took a chair. Staring at her as she gently pushed over the cup. She had her own cup resting in front of her. "You said you needed my help. What can i help with." You looked around, hoping not to find your second lover. "I request that you dont tell him about this. But i have missed my lunar cycle. Two months now and im concerned." Her face stayed nutral. "And how would you like to go about this. Its your call on what you choose. I know you grew up to be a cortasn." You sighed as you gently stired the tea.

"I may be a raised cortasin. But it would break my heart to possibly loose this chance. I dint want to get his hopes up. What if stress is the thing getting to me?" Maomao sighed, her hand gently slipping over yours. "We take it as we go. You are in control of everything that happens from here on out." You lioked over her, her normally stony face soft. Love had filled her face.

"I want to keep them. I may not have known or may not be with child but i can only hipe that if i am we work through and love this child like we never were." Maomao rarely gave those gentle smiles. But when she did it reassured you further. "And before you ask yes you can have my placenta." Her eyes sparked in joy as she went from soft to excited.

"But only if it is safe. I want mine and child to be put first." She nodded fast. "I want to make a medicine for you after you give birth." You were not expecting your afternoon tea and talk to continue to push on with idle chatter of what was coming in the next few months. And you didnt expect maomao to be able to hide it so far.

After your third missed lunar cycle, you had started to wear more. A baggy over robe to help hide. Any signs. It was perfect due to the spring weather bringing a slight chill about. Jinshi had questioned a bit, his normally overly warm lover bundling up during this weather.

"I just feel cold master jinshi. I promise." He had called you to his office, only goashuan and maomao joining you two. "Does this have anything to do with missing your cycle?" You stopped. Looking at goashuan before sighing. "I do not feel comfortable speaking of conjecture like this master jinshi." Jinshi was more perceptive then he had let on. "Pardon us goashuan. If you could possibly give us a moment?"

Goashuan had left, you still felt uncomfortable. "You thought that three months would go unnoticed by me? I havent gotten to spoil you for three months." You shrunk further into the large over robe. "And it just so happens i have heard a small talk between you two. I've held off just to make sure. But.." he looked up to you with tears in his eyes "you cant with hold me spoiling you now that you are carrying!" Your eyes soften at the man.

He was a true blue cry baby sometimes. Sighing you walk next to him. Your hand weaving through his hair. His arms gently wrapping around your now slightly bloated stomach. "Im sorry jinshi. I didnt want to jump too far ahead. What if it wasnt true?" He nuzzled into your stomach. "Then i would of made it true." You gave a soft laugh. Small arms wrapped around your chest, a body carefully slotting into yours. "I guess master jinshi might be too over the moon with the idea of the both of us with child." It was your turn to flip, you had felt something push into your lower back.

"No. It cant be maomao." You pressed you hand gently to her stomach. Sure enough it was bloated slightly, hidden perfectly under her robes. "I was going to say something when you came to me. But it slipped my mind when you told me." Warmth. You felt warm and safe as jinshi's body engulfed both yours and maomaos.

"Today is a dream. It has to be." Nuzzling his face into the top of your head he held maomao close to his chest. "You know this does have to be kept as a secret." Maomao spoke as she tried to push away. "Its going to be the biggest secret. Excpet for in our home. I want to see everything." Jinshi was sparkling.

"Uhm how would we do that if lady gyokyuo fall pregnant?" Your spoke from the warmth of jinshi, "i can identify by looks and scents. You know that. Also lady gyokyuo is one of the people i feel we can trust. The emperor, he will find out fast." You looked over to maomao, compared to jinshi she was small. She wasnt going to be having it easy. Doubt neither were you just barely an inch or two taller then her.

[adeptustemptations]

THE WAY I LOVED YOU - KAMISATO AYATO.

SYNOPSIS: life has been good. You've found yourself finally securing a stable paying job after searching for a while, finding a new place to stay, and reconnecting with old friends. you even met the love of your life, Thoma. being in a relationship with him was like a teenage girl's dream - he was affectionate, supportive, and respectful. A man like him was hard to get by, and he was one of a kind. so why do you find yourself longing for your ex-boyfriend, ayato? 

pairings: ayatokamisato x fem!reader, thoma x reader

warnings: mentions of break-ups, cheating, implied sex, heartbreak, crying, angstangstangst

It has been 5 years since you and Ayato broke up.

It was sad, how love holds on to the hope that the heart can transform what the mind knows it cannot. No matter how much you tried to change him, it just simply wasn't the case for him.

In the middle of another petty fight, his voice echoes, cutting into the tension-filled room - "Let's break up," the words hang in the air, sharp and final, cutting through the silence that had settled between them. Your heart sinks as you watch him, his eyes clouded with a storm of conflicting emotions.

You had hoped, in some corner of your heart, that you could weather the storm together. But the constant arguments, the screaming matches that had become the norm, and the cold, empty nights had worn you down. Each fight felt like another nail in the coffin of your relationship, and now Ayato’s declaration felt like the inevitable conclusion of a love that had long since soured.

The apartment, once a sanctuary of shared dreams and whispered promises, now feels like a battleground scarred by your unrelenting conflicts. The familiar echoes of your arguments seem to reverberate through the walls, amplifying the silence that follows Ayato's words.

"No," you reply, shaking your head vigorously, trying to ignore the lump forming in your throat. "You don’t mean that. This is just another fight. We can work this out, please."

It was funny, how you begged for him not to leave you.

But how cruel fate truly was, especially when you looked into his eyes at that moment. He made up his mind, there was no point in fighting for it, and there was no turning back. All you can do is let out a shaky breath as you nod, trying to make sense of something - anything.

That night was also the same night Thoma found you, soaked from the rain, crying at a park bench.

-

He is sensible and so incredible And all my single friends are jealous He says everything I need to hear, and it's like I couldn't ask for anything better

You’d poured your heart into moving on, and over time, you found solace and love in Thoma. From the moment you met him, it was clear he was everything you’d dreamed of: kind, supportive, and steadfast. Thoma’s sensible nature and unwavering support brought you a sense of peace and joy that had seemed unreachable for so long.

Your friends often marveled at how lucky you were to have someone like Thoma. They’d gush about how perfect he was, how he seemed to understand you in ways you’d never thought possible. And they were right. Thoma was incredible. His small gestures of affection and thoughtful acts made every day feel special. You couldn’t help but feel a deep sense of gratitude for having him in your life.

The room is enveloped in a serene, intimate quiet as you and Thoma bask in the afterglow of your shared moment. The soft glow of the bedside lamp casts a warm light across the room.

"You love me, right?" you ask, your voice slightly breathless as you try to steady your breathing. Thoma chuckles softly, his gaze filled with adoration as he brushes a stray strand of hair from your face.

"Of course I do, Y/N." His voice is tender and reassuring as he presses a gentle peck to your lips, his hand resting on your cheek, his thumb gently caressing your skin. "My, was my performance not up to your standards? Have I not shown you enough today?"

You giggle at his playful teasing, running your fingers through his soft blond hair. Your eyes sparkle with affection. "No, you did so good," you whisper, your voice filled with genuine warmth. "So, so good to me."

Thoma's smile widens at your praise, and he nods with satisfaction. "Good. Because if it wasn't, I'd be more than willing to show you more of my love today." His voice is a soft murmur, and you can’t help but let out a soft chuckle in response.

In this moment, wrapped in each other’s arms, the world outside seems to fade away. You both relish the peace and intimacy that surrounds you, feeling as if you could stay like this forever.

"I love you, Thoma."

His eyes meet yours, and he smiles with a tenderness that touches your soul. "I love you more, Y/N."

As you snuggle closer, the warmth of his embrace and the depth of your connection feels like the perfect end to a beautiful day. The love you share fills the space around you, creating a haven of contentment and happiness that you both cherish deeply.

-

But I miss screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain And it's 2 a.m. and I'm cursing your name So in love that you act insane And that's the way I loved you

The past has a way of sneaking back into our lives when we least expect it.

You stare at your phone, watching the news cycle through the latest headlines, your heart heavy with a mix of nostalgia and confusion. Ayato's face is everywhere—his light blue hair and lilac eyes unchanged, but the world has shifted around him. The headlines scream his name, a reminder of a life you thought you'd left behind.

AYATO KAMISATO - INAZUMA'S TOP CEO?

The sight of him stirs up memories that seem to have been lying dormant, just waiting for this moment to resurface.

“I don’t understand why you can’t just trust me!” Ayato’s voice had been sharp, his anger palpable. “I’m doing everything I can to make this work.”

The sting of his words had been immediate and deep. “It’s not about trust, Ayato. It’s about you being so distant. You’re always buried in work, and when you are here, it feels like you’re not really here. You’re checked out!”

His hands had clenched into fists, the frustration in his eyes mirrored by his rigid posture. “I’m trying to build something for us. Everything I do is for our future, and you’re just attacking me for it!”

“You think I don’t see that?” Your voice had cracked, emotion flooding every word. “But I need you here now. I need you to be present, not just physically, but emotionally. It feels like you’re slipping away from me.”

The argument had reached its peak, the room thick with unresolved tension. Ayato’s frustration had turned to anger, his words cutting like a knife.

“Maybe you just don’t understand the pressures I’m under!” he’d snapped, his voice laden with an edge of desperation. “This isn’t just for our relationship. It’s for me, too. I want to make a name for myself, Y/N. Don’t be selfish now.”

The finality of his declaration had left you feeling hollow, the room suddenly cold and silent. The love you’d fought so hard to nurture seemed to be unraveling before your eyes, and the future you’d once envisioned together felt impossibly out of reach.

As tears began to escape your eyes, Ayato had softened, his anger giving way to regret. “I’m sorry. You’re not selfish. I was just… stressed. I didn’t mean it.” He had wrapped his arms around you, his touch gentle as he pressed a kiss to your forehead, his fingers brushing away your tears. “I’m sorry.”

You chuckle bitterly as the memory fades, a lump forming in your throat. You press the sleep button on your phone and turn to look at Thoma, who is sleeping peacefully beside you. His steady breathing and the warmth of his presence offer a stark contrast to the storm of emotions swirling within you.

You remember the sense of security and contentment you’ve built with Thoma. His love and support have created a stable, fulfilling relationship that seems like everything you could have hoped for. The life you’ve built together feels real and comforting, a safe space from the pain of your past.

And yet, despite that, the pull of those memories, the echo of Ayato’s words, and the intensity of your past connection still linger in the back of your mind. It’s as if a part of you is struggling to come into terms with the excitement of what once was with the peace of what is now.

You reach out, gently brushing a strand of hair from Thoma’s face, your heart aching with the weight of unresolved feelings. You know you should be content, that the life you’ve created with him is everything you could want.

But why do you feel so.. empty?

You slip out of bed quietly, careful not to wake Thoma. In the kitchen, you make yourself a cup of tea, the comforting aroma helping to calm your racing thoughts. As the steam rises from the mug, you wonder what you should do. The past is a tricky thing, always lingering at the edges of your present, but this feels different—like a force pulling at your heartstrings.

Sipping the warm tea, you pull out your phone and search for more about Ayato. The news articles are filled with accomplishments and achievements, but they only seem to highlight a version of him you don’t fully recognize anymore. The Ayato from the past was driven and ambitious, but he was also deeply flawed. The man on the screen seems like a stranger, someone who has moved far beyond the person you knew.

Your thoughts drift back to the day he left you, the hurtful words exchanged, and the finality of his decision. The pain you felt then was raw and intense, a sharp contrast to the calm and steady love you have now with Thoma. But the question lingers—why does Ayato’s return stir something up in you?

As you contemplate this, the phone buzzes with a message. It’s from a mutual friend who still keeps in touch with Ayato. The message is brief but to the point: “Ayato’s in town for a charity event tonight. It might be a good chance for closure if you’re interested.”

You stare at the screen, your heart pounding in your chest. The idea of seeing Ayato again is both terrifying and intriguing. A part of you feels the need to confront the past, to find some sort of resolution. But another part is afraid that reopening old wounds could ruin the happiness you’ve found with Thoma.

"Okay, I'll come." I reply.

-

He can't see the smile I'm faking And my heart's not breaking 'Cause I'm not feeling anything at all

"Where are you going, love?" Thoma asks, watching you make your way to the front of your door, his emerald eyes looking in curiosity.

You take a deep breath, trying to steady your nerves as you face Thoma. His presence is grounding, but you can’t deny the heaviness in your heart. The decision to go to Ayato’s charity event feels like stepping into unknown territory, but it’s something you need to do for yourself.

“I’ve got an event to attend tonight,” you say, your voice steady but lacking the usual warmth. “A mutual friend of ours mentioned it. A charity event." You explain, Thoma raises his eyebrow but nods anyway. "I see, in that case, please take care. Do you want me to come with you?" He asks, offering a helping hand.

"No, I'll be fine."

Thoma’s gaze softens, and he crosses the room to stand beside you, placing a gentle hand on your arm. “I understand, but I want you to know that I’m here for you, no matter what. Just promise me that if things get overwhelming, you’ll reach out to me.”

Your heart swells with gratitude for his unwavering support. “I promise. I’ll keep you updated.”

Thoma leans in and kisses your forehead, his touch tender and reassuring. “Alright. Just be careful, and remember that I love you.”

"Love you too,” you reply, giving him a warm smile before slipping out the door.

The drive to the charity event is quiet, the city lights blurring past as you focus on the road ahead. Your thoughts are a whirlwind of memories and emotions, each one flooding your mind. You park your car and take a deep breath before stepping out, the cool evening air helping to clear your head.

The venue is a grand, upscale hotel, its opulence a stark contrast to the turmoil you feel inside. You walk inside, greeted by the hum of conversations and the clinking of glasses. The event is in full swing, and you scan the room for familiar faces.

Your gaze lands on Ayato, standing near the center of the room. He’s dressed impeccably in a tailored white suit, his demeanor confident and polished. He seems to be in his element, effortlessly engaging with the guests around him. For a moment, you hesitate, the weight of the past pressing heavily on your shoulders.

But then, as if sensing your presence, Ayato’s eyes meet yours from across the room. His expression shifts from surprise to a mixture of apprehension and curiosity. He excuses himself from the group he is talking to and makes his way toward you.

You take a few hurried steps, trying to distance yourself from Ayato, your heart racing with anxiety. The chaotic mix of emotions inside you makes it hard to think clearly. As you push through the crowd, hoping to escape, you hear his voice behind you, filled with urgency.

“Y/N, wait—please,” Ayato calls out, his voice carrying a pleading tone.

Despite your instinct to flee, you find yourself stopping near the edge of the room. You turn around slowly, forcing yourself to face him. Ayato’s approach is slower now, his expression a blend of concern and regret.

When he reaches you, there’s a moment of silence, the bustling noise of the event creating a stark contrast to the tension between you. Ayato’s eyes search yours, trying to gauge your reaction.

And you were wild and crazy Just so frustrating, intoxicating, complicated Got away by some mistake and now

Ayato’s gaze is intense, filled with a depth of emotion that seems to echo the storm you felt years ago. He takes a deep breath, as if gathering the strength to say something he’s been holding back.

“Y/N,” he begins, his voice a mix of vulnerability and determination, “I know it’s been a long time, and I understand if you’re angry or confused. I’ve been doing a lot of thinking, and I need to tell you something.”

He pauses, searching for the right words, and you can see the struggle in his eyes. The memories of your time together seem to weigh heavily on him.

“I miss you,” he says finally, his voice cracking slightly with the force of his emotions. “Archons, I miss everything we had—the good times, the way we used to laugh and talk about our future. I know that my work and my ambitions took me away from you, and I’m so sorry for that.”

Ayato steps closer, his gaze steady and earnest. “Everything I’ve been working for, all the success and the achievements… I thought it would make things better, that it would be enough to secure our future. But I was wrong. I was so focused on building something for us that I lost sight of what really mattered. I lost you.”

His eyes are filled with regret and longing. “I thought that by becoming successful, I could provide everything you needed. But in doing so, I neglected the most important part of our relationship—you. I didn’t realize how much I needed you until you were gone.”

There’s a brief, painful silence as Ayato’s words hang in the air. You can see the sincerity in his eyes, the remorse that has been simmering beneath the surface all these years.

“I’ve made mistakes,” he continues, his voice soft but resolute. “I know that now. But seeing you here, after all this time, has made me realize just how much I regret letting you go. I want you to know that every step I’ve taken since then has been with the hope that maybe one day, I could find a way to make things right.”

"Ayato-"

He takes another deep breath, his gaze never leaving yours. “I understand if you can’t forgive me or if you’ve moved on completely. But I needed you to know that I’ve missed you, and I’ve never stopped thinking about what we had. I’m sorry, Y/N. I really am.”

At that moment, despite the loud music enveloping the place, it only seems as if you and Ayato are the only ones in that place together.

“Ayato…” you start, your voice trembling with a mixture of emotions. You want to say so much, to express the whirlwind of feelings that have been stirred up, but the words catch in your throat.

Ayato reaches out tentatively, his hand brushing against yours. The contact sends a jolt through you, reigniting the connection you once shared. His touch is tentative, almost pleading as if he’s afraid that reaching for you will only drive you away.

“I’ve missed you too,” you whisper, the admission slipping out before you can fully process it. The ache in your heart that you’ve tried so hard to ignore now feels like a gaping wound, laid bare by Ayato’s presence.

His eyes widen slightly at your response, and he takes a cautious step closer. The intensity of his gaze seems to pull you in, and before you can fully grasp the gravity of the moment, Ayato leans in, closing the distance between you.

The kiss is gentle at first, as your lips meet, there’s a surge of old emotions—passion, longing, and familiarity that makes your head spin. It’s as if the years apart have melted away, leaving only the intensity of the feelings that once defined your relationship.

The kiss deepens, fueled by a mix of desperation and hope. Your hands find their way to Ayato’s face, pulling him closer as you lose yourself in the moment.

However, as you both indulge in the kiss, you fail to notice the green-eyed blonde watching over you two from the door.

a/n: this is my first time publishing something I wrote c: hope you guys liked it!

[igotanidea]

Bodies : Hotch x reader (part 2 to cold weather)

previous part

You would think that the end of the year would be a nice, peaceful time filled with joy and reflection about the passing year, and probably somewhere in the world it was like that. However, when you are a DA in one of the busiest cities in America, you can only quote some comic heroes while saying: the crime never sleeps.

To put it bluntly, Christmas and New Year’s Eve were nothing less, but a perfect opportunity for both petty criminals and organized crime groups to commit atrocities. Theft and assaults were – well – as tragic as it may sound – normal - but in the crowd of people at the city events there were always a risk of something bigger and worse.

Killing.

Shooting

Bombing.

You live and you learn.

And Y/N had seen enough of it, both in her career and in her private live to behave cautiously even though it was not her job to secure the place or make sure everyone was safe. But hey, here comes a surprise – being DA is not only about inspecting dead bodies and prosecuting killers.

For her – it was about people and serving justice.

Truly. Not only in theory.

And given her experience she knew something big was coming making her dread.

***

“JJ. I’m being serious.” She was sitting in her office, talking through the phone with her friend from the BAU, who also happened to be the only person who could get the whole team of agents to come. “this whole situation is serious. I can’t let it accure.”

“I can only do as much as present it at the briefing.” JJ responded though it was clear in her voice that she was struggling between her professionalism and sympathy for the young DA.

“Right. Sorry.” Y/N pinched the bridge of her nose swirling in the chair nervously while looking at the street below her. Full of police officers, CSIs, reporters and very characteristic yellow tape. “Didn’t mean to be demanding. I’m just – “ the words barely got through her throat but Y/N was pretty sure if there was anyone trustable in the whole wide world it was definitely JJ “ I’m kind of desperate. This is way beyond my pay grade.”

“I promise I’ll do my best Y/N, but it’s not my call.”

“Yeah, I know….”

Oh yes, she did.

There was too much to risk and Y/N could not sit in her chair doing nothing. If the mountain won't come to Muhammad, then Muhammad must go to the mountain. 

***

“Y/N!”

“Get out of my way Morgan I’m here on business.”

“Oh wow! Slow down Katrina.” Morgan chuckled and  Y/N raised an eyebrow at him “The hurricane.”

“I understood the reference.”

“What’s with the stormy attitude then?”

“Where is he?” she swiftly avoided the answer getting straight to her point.

“Can’t you at least say hello first?”

“Hello Morgan. Now where is he?”

“Who?”

“Stop playing with me.” She warned throwing daggers at him. It was the first time anyone at the BAU saw her act like a force of nature and even Emily couldn’t hide the amused smirk of approval. Y/N was finally showing her true side as driven and strong DA and not the withdrawn public prosecutor’s trainee they met her as. And it was both admirable and terrifying, especially to Reid who was so taken aback that his mouth hung open for a moment. The girl  woman, who saved him from drowning some time ago was a lioness and after the initial shock, he was the one to point her to the direction were the reason of her visit has been currently sojourning.

***

“The local authorities-“

“For god’s sake Hotch I am the local authority!”

“The mayor-“

“The mayor is a knucklehead who can’t speak publicly without having the speech written by ghostwriter. He has no idea what’s happening in his own backyard. And frankly I don’t think he cares.”

“You’re forgetting yourself.” Deep, calm and cold voice of the BAU chief was an evident contrast to his smirk and watchful eyes. Y/N was definitely a view when she walked into his office with a face expression so stern it could match his own.

“Oh I am?” she spun around, loosening the collar of her shirt, since the situation was making her blood boil. A little gesture that did not slip by the agent, even if he didn’t let it show at all.  “Okay then. I’ll calm down and resort to your way of understanding.”

“Which is?”

“Logic, obviously. You have no imagination whatsoever. Everything must always make sense to you and form a perfect whole. Let me present it to you then.”

“Please.” Hotch responded, still calm and collected pointing the chair to her. “You know the rules.” He added when she finally took the place instead of walking around his office like a caged animal.

“I got a killer on the loose.”

“Yes. Like many other states and cities.”

“A very specific kind of killer.”

“You’re wasting my time.”

“And mine apparently.” She muttered

“If you excuse me I got-“

“No.”

“Sorry?”

“I won’t excuse you. I’m here for something and believe me I won’t leave until I get what I want.”

“You’re being-“

“Unreasonable? Crazy?” she leaned slightly forward, almost leaning on his desk “Go ahead. Think what you want, I’d rather consider myself driven and concerned about my people. It’s part of my job to make sure no more families cries at night because some psycho is on a killing rampage. And you’re the fucking BAU supposed to –“

“I know my duties.” Hotch cut her off getting a bit agitated by her behavior.

“Do you now?”

“Leave L/N.”

“Nah, don’t think so.”

“You have no authority here.”

The sudden slap of a paper file on his desk didn’t make as much dramatic effect as she expected, but got his attention regardless.

“Come on Hotch. Don’t be shy, open it.”

 The ruffling of the pages was the only answer she got as Hotch’s eyes were moving though the file and the photos attached, scanning through every detail and blood mark on the bodies of the killed. Every line, every cut and wound inflicted on the flesh had a meaning. They both could sense in their bones even if didn’t make any sense at the point.  

“Bet they didn’t show you that, did they?” she whispered taking in his seemingly unfazed expression.

“This is-“

“Yeah, I know.“ she bit her lip hard enough to make it turn red from the pressure.

“Try to not bleed on my papers L/N.” his eyes flickered to her mouth for a split second.

“Look Hotch, I know we have our differences, many differences, but please.” She noticed, but decided to drop it due to the more urgent matter than his gaze and the sudden wave of heat. “Please work with me on this.”

She sighed hating the fact she was forced to plead with him. But it was all for the greater good and if that was what it took to ensure safety and peace in town – so be it.

“Why?” his dark eyes landed on her, piercing right through and it made her shiver in the same way she did when he grabbed her hand at the lake when they were working together before Christmas.

God, she hated her feelings. It was job, for crying out loud, and she didn’t need any exposure. Aaron could read her like a magazine, and it was very uncomfortable, to think he knew her better then she knew herself, while hiding his own motivations and emotions at the same time. Treating her like a mouse he could play with.  

“What do you mean why? Why do I want you to come?”

“Why are you pleading with me? You’re proud. You’re hot tempered. You do what you believe is right even if it violates someone else’s rules and patterns of behaviors.”

“And procedures.” She smirked

“Yes.” He nodded “So why?”

“You really want me to say it, don’t you? Some ego-feeding agent Hotchner?”

He looked at her in predatory, warning way even if his whole posture was revealing he was the lion falling for a lamb.

“Fine. Fine! You’re my last hope. I need you.”

Hotch’s face expression didn’t change even in the slightest when he stood up and opened the door motioning her to walk out.

“Aaron I –“

“Y/N.” He shook his head and waited patiently till she finally moved from the chair, defeated.

So she fought and lost and now the stupid mayor, who was only caring about the pretenses and appearances would be on top.

Over her dead body. She would catch that killer freak herself even if it meant –

“We’re going to Washington.“

Wait, what?

Hotch’s voice got through to her brain, but his words made no sense to her.

Did he just say -?

She frowned and looked at him in a bit of confusion.

“why does your action and your words never match?”

“Better get yourself on the plane L/N.”

“Since when do you take additional passengers?”

“Since I need to keep an eye on a rowdy DA, who wants to pursue a dangerous criminal on her own.”

“I did not-“

“You did.” He muttered handing her the coat in a very telling gesture

Um. Thank you?

“Are you concerned about my safety or something now?”

“You’re reckless and tend to put yourself in danger. I’m always concerned about your safety. Who would be my partner in investigating the bodies if something happened to you?”

Sure.

It was all about the bodies.

Not necessarily the dead ones though.

And very natural human instincts, even if forced to stay in hiding.

@somest1 @taygrls

[v3nusxsky]

Hello!

Could you write reader x sub!Lesso where Lesso acts like a brat during a meeting and tries touching reader and as a punishment reader fucks Lesso later on?

Would prefer if you added some orgasm denial and reader using a strap on Lesso thank you :)

Subby dean 18+

*Authors note~ submissive Leonora is always a joy to write but I have no experience to being a top so I apologise if it seems off*

Trigger warnings~ dom r sub Leo, orgasm denial strap on r punishment bratty Leo sex toys praise kink degrading kink spanking choking hair pulling slightly power role reversal? Oral fixation and cock warming ?

Prompt~ see ask^^^^

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"Don't break the rules" you reminded the red head, "what's the rules?" Leonora stayed silent with a small smirk plastered on her face, "don't touch myself or orgasm and be good for you." Very basic rules but they worked for you both, and you knew you could have a bit of a brat for a girlfriend so more often than not she'd break the rule in some kind of way, that was half the fun.

Your girlfriend is currently on a punishment, one in which you'd denied her the right to an orgasm for two whole days now. It was clear she was becoming frustrated with this chosen form of punishment. You knew if you waited long enough she would brat back against your dominance, something you were counting on. However, you weren't expecting her to brat during a meeting that Clarissa was holding for the schools. It was also something you could definitely deal with.

Sitting next to her, you could see from the corner of your eyes that she was trailing her fingers down her thighs and dancing over where she wanted you to touch her the most. A simple warning glance was shot her way but she simply feigned innocence as she appeared to be concentrating on her counterpart. Somehow she managed to undo her fly which allowed her fingers to trail the soaked lace that was covering her core. "Behave" you whispered subtly nudging her. "Make me" was all she shot back, loving how your gaze was trained on her and her only.

Deciding you'd had enough of her you decided to use your abilities as a witch and produce a wireless sex toy before magically inserting it in the other woman. Her response was priceless, the way her eyes darkened and her posture slackened being two physical signs of submission. "Do try to keep the noise down pet, after all we don't want your staff members to see how whiny and pathetic you get for me. The big strong dean of evil submitting to her feminine appearing girlfriend." You whispered before completely diverting your attention to everyone else.

With the toy now subtly buzzing in her needy cunt and you point blank ignoring her was making her ache worse, to the point it was almost painful now, keeping quiet being a challenge now she decided to leave the meeting, her excuse feeling under the weather. And thanks to you the flush on her skin and shakiness of her limbs only supported that conclusion. But one thing the red head didn't think of is it created the perfect excuse for you to leave also. "I'm sorry Dovey, I'll go make sure she's okay. Fill me in later" you murmured before fleeing the room also.

When you reached your shared chambers, she was there naked and spread out on the bed, hand toying with her slightly blue clit. Such a poor needy doll for you, you almost felt bad for denying her the last two days. Almost. "It's like you want me to keep on denying you" you stated gaining her attention, the toy still buzzing in her cunt as her fingers froze on her sensitive clit. Reaching into your pocket you whacked the vibrations up another notch before demanding Leonora come lay over your lap, clearly the denial wasn't enough to get through to her pretty brain so a spanking would do just right.

Feeling the weight of your girlfriend laying over your lap caused you to smile slightly, a hand rubbing her back gently in a soothing manner. You knew how a spanking could effect her and you were determined to make her feel safe. "Why are we here Leo" you asked causing her to mumble "because I broke rules" with guilt soaking every word. "You did, now not only have I denied you, but you still choose to pull that stunt in there. You may look like your in control, but make no mistake, here I'm in control baby, your orgasms are mine, your body is mine and your heart? Is mine. Don't forget that, now count for me."

After 15 hits of your hand to her perfect globes, that are now a beautiful shade of red, did you take pitty on the woman and help her lay back on the bed as you turned the toy down. "No no no I'm sorry god" she whined unhappily, you'd been doing this all through her punishment. "I know Leo, now do as your told."

The way the room was set up meant there was a full length mirror at the bottom of the bed which allowed Leonora to see how her pussy sucked the toy in when you turned it back on. "Such a pretty pussy Leo, I want you to watch your body obey me. It's mine, listening to my every word. Ruined for anyone else that's not me. You don't get to do anything but be a good slut for me to use. My dirty Dean, now let's see if you can be a good girl" you mumbled as you came to kiss down her neck and to her breasts while glancing every now and then at the mirror.

Once you'd edged her for a final time you decided to take pity on the woman who was stifling a whine of protest by suckling on her own two fingers. "Oh my sweet girl, did you need something to suck on babe?" A whimper of need sounded around the room as you strapped up. "Could've asked baby, I'm sure you'd rather suckle on these." You now sat between her legs on your knees with hands either side of her head, your breasts just in reach of her mouth. "Oh fuck" you murmured happily as she took your exposed bud into her warm mouth and sucked gently. The distraction allowed you to reach down between your bodies and slip the toy from her soaking cunt only to replace it by teasing her folds with the head of your strap.

A moan of pleasure tore through her, causing your breast to slip from her mouth. Slipping into her inner walls you moved a hand to her throat adding just the right amount of pressure. "Fuckin brat" you mumbled as you began to absolutely ruin her core. The fast pace driving her insane, yet every time she got semi close to falling to bliss you stopped. You loved how Leonora would gasp for air after your hand has been wrapped around her tight throat, but you loved it even more when you slipped three fingers in her mouth, pushing as far back as they could go and pressed down on her tongue. "What a good slut" you'd praise as you came.

"Please please please can I" she'd beg you and you'd wanna be cruel but you'd wanna help her too, after all she looked so damn desperate for release. "You choose, you come and you don't stop till I'm bored of your pathetic cunt or you be my good girl and take a nap, only then if you're good I'll eat you out so we'll you'd forget your own name" you offered the woman and you could see the inner turmoil. Eventually she decided to be your good girl and wait, but the sleep that claimed her was anything but restful, her need now overwhelmingly painful. All she could do is hope you'd take pitty on her after your nap, but it didn't help that you'd ensured your faux cock would be nestled nicely in her cunt as you napped. This was going to be a long nap that was for sure.

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[st4rwon]

stars and raindrops

20. be my girlfriend?

looking at the stars, the only thing seungmin could think about was you, that’s why he loved them so much. the regret of breaking up had filled your hearts, so when you run into each other after a year what happens?

wc: 1k

seungmin was outside your dorm building, he sent you a quick text letting you know he arrived. a wide smile broke out onto his face as he saw you walking towards him.

“hey” he said in a small voice, he couldn’t believe he finally had you all to himself. you were so perfect, every little thing, from the way you wore your hair to the light blush covering your face.

“hi minnie” you smiled. god, was your smile always this cute? “what’s in your hands?” you asked peeking behind seungmin

“oh- oh yeah.” he suddenly remembered the bouquet of flowers in his hands, he woke up extra early just to go get them from the florist, and made sure to get your favorite flowers. he brings them into your sight and you gasp from the beauty. they were such nice colors and were lovely flowers, but knowing that seungmin had remembered all the details of the colors you like and your favorite things made your heart beat quicken. “thank you so much! i love them”

“i’m glad you do. now let’s get going, shall we?” you nod in response, and seungmin takes your hand and opens the door to his car for you to sit, “really going all out hm?” you tease

“want the best for my girl” he said, making you pause for a second. ‘his girl?’ you wanted to start skipping for joy right in that moment, but little did you know about seungmin’s other plans for this date.

you were honestly a bit surprised that the cafe was your first destination. the place was so pretty, honestly you didn’t want to leave.

“so minnie, why’d you take me here?”

“i remember you having quite a sweet tooth, and the pastries here are really nice”

you heart fluttered hearing seungmin’s words, honestly you didn’t expect him to remember such small things about you.

you settled on getting a chocolate croissant and a strawberry cupcake, while seungmin got a chocolate danish with a plain croissant. you were both seated outside, the weather was a bit warm, but the breeze compensated for it.

“you look really nice right now” seungmin smiled

“thank you minnie! honestly this whole atmosphere is just so perfect. wish i could just freeze time” you said, looking around to take the whole moment in

“if you love what we’re doing now, i’m sure you’ll enjoy the rest of the day as well”

you were intrigued by seungmin’s words and were excited to see what would come next

at this point you were doubting yourself a bit, was seungmin really going to ask you to be his girlfriend today? going to an art store wasn’t really you’re idea of romantic, but maybe you would do something with the supplies.

“ynie find some paint colors you like…oh yeah! and some beads!”

you were confused with his instructions, but just went for it.

you stared at the various paint colors and selected your favorite colors. as you approached the table with beads, your eyes widened. there was such a big collection and so many different types, colors, and sizes. you walked around grabbing one’s you thought were cute. you also got some in seungmin’s favorite colors.

while you were grabbing your items, seungmin was getting some canvases and paint brushes. you both met up at the checkout line after.

“seungmin…what does this have to do with what we’re doing today?”

“i can’t tell you, then it’ll spoil the surprise!”

“cmon just a hint please?”

“it has something to do with us”

“that’s barely a hint!”

“too bad, it’s what you get”

you had been sat in the car waiting for seungmin to do something. he had taken all the supplies you brought outside to the park, leaving you alone in the car until he came back. you were so happy with seungmin, him doing all this work for you made your heart want to explode. he truly was your soulmate.

after a couple minutes, seungmin opened the car door letting you out. he took your hand, “i really hope you like this.”

“i’m sure i will, you never let me down”

seungmin’s cheeks flushed, and he continued to walk you to “your area” in the park.

as you walked, you looked over and saw a small picnic blanket layer down with two canvases set up and a basket.

“woah!! it’s so pretty!” you said, looking around at ever detail

“good, i put in a lot of effort for you. now sit down, let’s paint something”

you and seungmin had finished painting and put your supplies away, you were waiting for seungmin to come back from the car. when he came you noticed how tense and nervous he looks, his eyes darting everywhere but at your own.

“minnie, you okay?” you questioned walking over to him

“y-yeah, shit i’m stuttering…” he mumbled “can we…talk?”

“course! you know you can always say what’s on your mind”

seungmin sat down with you on the blanket, putting your hands in his. “yn you make me so unbelievably happy, just your presence calms me down. i’m so grateful to have you back, i know we’ve had our struggles, but i know we can work things through now.”

“i’m proud of us minnie, proud of where we’ve come. you make me a better person, and i don’t wanna ever let you go again”

“well that’s perfect. yn, will you be my girlfriend?”

“yes!”

seungmin immediately wrapped his arms around you, his scent engulfing you. “thank you so much honey”

“no need to thank me, i’m just as grateful”

you looked up at seungmin, his eyes meeting yours. both of you gravitated to each other, “can i?” seungmin whispered. “please”

so he kissed you, feeling his lips on yours brought back a sense of comfort that you missed so much. you felt so safe right now, being my seungmin’s side, that’s when you knew, seungmin was your home.

you pulled away from the kiss, eyes watering a bit. “ynie…are you okay? don’t cry”

“sorry i just missed this, i missed us” you said, as he held you tight

“hey don’t apologize, i missed you just as much. but we’re together now, nothing to cry about anymore.” he said wiping you tears. “now let’s relax and watch the sunset okay?”

“y’know there’s one thing i missed the most…”

“what’s that?”

“stargazing with you” you said staring up at the sky, lost in your thoughts

seungmin moves you head to make your eyes meet his again, “then we’ll do just that.”

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[fentyjjk]

pairing namjoon x fem reader x jungkook

synopsis in an attempt to finally ask your fuck buddy to be your boyfriend, you take him camping, your plans are soiled when he brings along his friend, jungkook.

warnings y/n is the bigggggggest simp for namjoon, accidental blow jobs, outdoor sex, plot twist (no spoilers!), pwp if you squint, drinking, black oc headcanon, somnophilia, overuse of italicization, JOONS MF ARMS, jungkook with rings <3, prior context so we not confused joon did what y/n is doing now before (ofc in a different setting) so this is an unspoken boundary that they have explored prior (it’ll make sense when you read it !)

read me outdoor sex, that’s it.

In theory this was a good idea, sacrificing your comfort for the devastatingly beautiful Kim Namjoon who showed a hint of interest in you was worth it.

With one minor hiccup.

Namjoon had invited others, his friends, to what was supposed to be your third date. Namjoon liked nature, he was one of those people that loved the beauty of the outdoors and its grounding qualities, so you had the perfect plan: camping! You were raised in the fast paced city of Seoul, never stepping foot in the countryside, but for him, Namjoon, you planned an entire weekend trip to a camping resort you’d heard about from a friend of a friend. It would have been the perfect place to ask him to be your boyfriend…if he hadn’t invited his friends.

You try your best to keep your facial expression in check despite the utter disappointment you feel that they’ll be joining you, it’s hard, but you manage a smile. Namjoon introduces you to only two other people; Jungkook who's a year younger than you guys and only recently transferred to SU and Stacey. In any other circumstance you’d be happy to meet the people closest to Namjoon, Jungkook seems nice enough and Stacey is a foreigner, she's not black like you, but you could probably relate to each other in terms of experiences in Korea.

And yet you can’t see the joy in them being here.

You take the opportunity to softly break the news to Namjoon and question as to why they’re there when they begin to lug their equipment to your reserved camping lot. You stand beside Namjoon who is busy unpacking the trunk, looking back to make sure they’re out of ear range before you bring it up.

“So… you brought your friends?” Namjoon hums, carefully placing both of your tent wraps on the leaf filled ground. The weather is perfect for camping. Winter had winded down a little over a month ago and the warm temperature and beauty of spring was great for camping.

…And out door fucking if Namjoon was down for that.

You twist your lips to the side, “I wish you would’ve told me, I would’ve brought my friends as well.” You lie, it’s better to lie than be embarrassed that he didn’t know this was a date… right?

“You still can! Just call them, the park's last minute reservations close in an hour,” Namjoon informs you, swinging both your backpacks onto his ridiculously buff arms courtesy of his military service. “I didn’t know you wanted to bring your friends that bad,” Namjoon gives you a look of uncertainty, “I thought this was a double date.” No you didn’t want to bring your friends, that was a lie what does he think y—wait.

Come again?

Namjoon chuckles when you pause in your tracks, your lips parting in surprise, “Well.. don’t look so shocked,” he teases that dimple you love oh so much making an appearance on his cheek. “I'm not that clueless, Y/n.” You shake yourself out of your initial shock swallowing.

“I just—oh my god, Joon, I was so upset!” You exasperate, lightly hitting his arm.

“I know I could tell, you’re so easy to read.” He chuckles again continuing your walk after nudging your arm, “I’m sorry for not asking beforehand, Kook just met Stacey and wanted to take her out somewhere inexpensive. You know college is expensive as hell and all that stuff,” Oh you understand, “plus this place is notorious for wildlife sightings. It's better to have a group to push down and make a run for it than just us you know?” You gawk at him and he laughs lightly nudging your arm again, “kidding! I’m kidding.”

By the time you two reach the patch of land designated for your camping—or glamping as you like to call it despite Namjoon correcting you—Jungkook is halfway done setting up his tent, the little plot of land next to him is cleared out the words ‘TENT PLACEMENT #2’ written out in the dirt with white spray paint on the left. Ah, so direct.

Stacey takes it upon herself to get to know you a little better informing you that she’s not just white, but half Asian and she’s been living in Korea for quite some time, you nod along to what she says barely giving any responses as your eyes focus on Namjoon’s hands and arms while he sets up your tent with ease, he didn’t even ask for help…

So ridiculously hot.

Jungkook prepares the small dining area behind you guys, setting up small lanterns around the makeshift kitchen he’s made, he briefly explains to all of you to turn them on when its dark as they’ll kill any bugs that venture into your lot.

And Namjoon had the audacity to say it wasn’t glamping.

Night came fairly quickly, the mountains in the far distance shrouded in darkness standing tall and intimidating from your spot by the fire. Despite it being Spring the nights lingered with Seoul’s winter breeze and of course you needed to fit the camping experience and set up a fire—well Jungkook and Namjoon did all the heavy lifting collecting the wooded pieces and assorting them to perfection.

And if you thought Namjoon was hot before nothing compared to watching him easily handle five logs onto his shoulders and set them down without as much as a groan.

His arms will be the death of you.

Jungkook, Namjoon’s friend, noticed you shivering and offered you a blanket while Namjoon added the finishing touches to the fire you took the heavy material with a smile missing the distasteful look Stacey sent you.

“How long have you and Joon been together?” She asks as you wrap yourself in the thick wool blanket.

You look back at Namjoon to make sure he’s engrossed in helping Jungkook cook the food before you lean towards her whispering, “We’re not together yet! I’m going to ask him to be my boyfriend later on, probably tomorrow to be honest.” She licks her lips humming.

“You must really like him, huh?” Your brows furrow at the tone she takes on, but nod nonetheless because of your course you like Joon you wouldn’t be caught dead sleeping in the woods if you didn’t. “Just be careful alright? I’ve heard some things about him in relationships, just watch out.” You would ask her what she’s heard but you hear a very clear and loud: ‘Dinner!’ Ending your conversation.

By the campfire you enjoyed surprisingly good sandwiches and half watered down beers Stacey’s prior warning fading into the back of your mind the more beers you downed. Jungkook took it upon himself to indulge you in all the hilarious mishaps of their childhood together while Namjoon blushed furiously (cutely) Stacey seemed to only get more touchy and flirtatious as she drank more beers leading Jungkook to take her to the tent so she can sleep off whatever lingering horniness she was feeling.

When he returns Namjoon offers him another beer but he refuses, “I need to be able to drive into town in the morning, I forgot my sunscreen.” You perk up reaching into your bag.

“Here you can use some of mine…it is scented though if you have a problem with that—“

He’s quick to cut you off shaking his head, “No, no, thank you.” You hand him the small bottle catching sight of the rings lining his fingers.

“Those are sick,” You compliment him, he looks down at his hand smiling proudly, he wiggles his fingers.

He shows you his other hand which is also covered in slightly less rings than the other, “Thanks, I got them from a friend's shop, she has some on sale right now, you want the info?” He asks followed by a small yawn.

“Sure in the morning though, you look ready to pass out.” Jungkook stifles a chuckle.

“Stacey is not easy to put to sleep while she’s drunk.” Namjoon laughs at that.

“Oh yeah we know.” Your face grows hot as you recall her very loud ’no I don’t want to go to sleep, why won’t you fuck me?’ ‘Kooooookie, I’m horny.’ oh and who could forget: ’just the tip? Please pleaseee?’ If that’s what she’s like drunk you can’t imagine what she was like sober and horny. You don’t blame her though you were a few beers deep and desperate to get back to your tent, but first to spare you and Namjoon the embarrassment of having his childhood friend hear you two go at it, you want him to get well into a deep sleep before that happens.

“Alright I’ll catch you guys in the morning.” You say your goodbyes to Jungkook watching him disappear into his tent enclosure.

Huh, they look kinda similar in the dark, you think looking between your tents.

“You ready to turn it in?” Namjoon questions, as the fire begins to die down.

“In a minute I’ll be in, wait up for me?” He hums kissing your cheek before he leaves your little fire set up for your shared tent. Once the zipper comes down you take a minute to take it all in, you actually find yourself enjoying the outdoors; it differs from Seoul, quiet, but loud in its own naturistic way. You also used the time to adjust yourself making sure your bra looks good under your shirt and spray a tiny bit more perfume on yourself.

You ventured out to the small bathroom station that was a short walk from your campsite filling a bottle with water to completely put out the fire. The door creaked open giving you half a heart attack before you fully got a good look at the figure looming in the doorway, Stacey.

“Jesus Christ you scared the shit out of me.” You sighed, rubbing your chest to calm your rapid heart beat.

“Sorry gotta take a piss, and maybe vomit.” She choked holding her mouth, you capped your bottle of water leaving Stacey alone in the bathroom. On your way back to your campsite you wondered if you should have helped her back to the tents, but reckon that if she could get there while shitfaced she can make it back.

After putting out the fire you pushed your boobs up over your shirt exposing an unnecessary amount of cleavage, checking your appearance on your phone to make sure your attempt at seduction wasn’t too obvious. You close out of your camera app smiling at the drying wood, you were more than ready to enjoy a semi private hook up with Joon and then a good night's rest with lots and lots of cuddling.

With a small dilemma.

Earlier when you thought the two tents looked similar you weren’t kidding and right now they look almost identical. If you were slightly more buzzed you would have gone for the left tent, but that’s Jungkook and Stacey’s and yours is on the right. You slowly unzip the tent hearing Namjoon’s light breaths, you always thought he'd be a snorer because of his large build, but no, only light comforting breaths.

Crawling, you hit your head on the lamp hanging from the tent ceiling, but you don’t turn it on wanting it to be dark. You don’t want to wake up Namjoon.

What guy doesn’t like being woken up with a blowjob? Plus you owe him for waking you up in a similar fashion a few weeks back.

You briefly turn around to zip up the tent, the darkness fully encompassing your surroundings, you barely see Namjoon’s face and squinting doesn’t help, but nevermind that you need to get to work. Slowly, you lift the cover, the same one from earlier that Jungkook gave you. He must’ve offered it to Namjoon, you make a mental note to thank him in the morning since it is quite cold.

Once fully settled underneath the blanket you feel up his legs, he switched his shorts for sweats and unfortunately for you when you reach upwards your fingers brush over a tied knot, “Son of a bitch,” you mumble, why’d he tie them? Gently you sit back on his calves, still under the cover of the blanket you delicately unravel it pausing when you feel him shift, but he doesn’t move much, your ass is on his leg’s keeping him in place. When you deem him unaware (when you get impatient) you get back into position leaning forward your ass high in the air, you only lower his sweats enough to free his cock, huh no boxers. Namjoon’s never gone commando before to your knowledge. After every hookup he at least fell asleep in boxers, but maybe he was too tipsy to remember to put some on, you brush it off for now licking your hand, it’ll make things easier.

He’s soft when you take him into your slick hand twitching when you grip him properly, still asleep though. Your stomach coils with heat and want when you hear a low confused groan and then another when you open wide stretching your mouth around his length. You go slow at first, you have to, maybe it’s because you're buzzed but he feels thicker.

“Wha…” You bob your head faster as he begins to fully wake up, “fuck,” he rasps egging you on, leaning down you take more of him into your mouth and partially down your throat, his groans grow louder in volume breaking off into lower throaty moans, his hand reaches under the blanket fisting your curls, something hard akin to metal scrapes your head, but the pain meshed with the heat growing in your stomach makes you moan, which makes him moan. “God, fuck, fuck,” He guides your head up and down the grip on your hair tightening when you trail your tongue over a vein running under his cock. You shift on your knees rubbing your thighs together to alleviate some of the pressure between them because this is turning you on way more than it should.

“Fuck, Stace, I’m gonna come.” Everything freezes, or maybe you just freeze up because he—Jungkook is breathlessly asking, “Shit, baby why’d you stop?” You remove your hand first, your mind blank, but it’s not it’s loud, so fucking loud because this can not be happening. You sit up slowly, the taste of him weighing heavy on your tongue, the blanket falls with your movement, the darkness giving you a momentary shield, but it doesn't last.

“I-I didn’t know,” You choke out your eyes teary, in the darkness you can make out Jungkook sitting up and reaching forward clicking on that God-awful light. He squints when the light floods his eyesight, but when it registers, what just happened and who you are his eyes double in size looking you over once, twice just to confirm that you, Namjoon’s…girlfriend? Gave him head just now. His panicked expression only makes you ramble more, your tears actually spilling over as you try to explain, defend yourself. “I-it’s so d-dark I couldn’t tell, I-I thought this was our tent! I-I just — I’m drunk, I-I couldn’t t-tell, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” You sob through your explanation as Jungkook pulls the blanket over his crotch to cover his still hard cock. It might have gotten harder because of you crying, but you don’t need to know that information. “I was-wasn’t trying to assault you or anything-oh m-my God I’m an awful p-person—“

Jungkook reaches over to comfort you, but you flinch so instead of touching you his hand hangs awkwardly in the space between you, he puts his hand down sighing, “It’s okay, okay? Breathe.” You take some much need deep breaths, surprised by Jungkook’s calm demeanor especially because of your current situation. He does actually touch you this time rubbing your forearm. “I’m not upset, okay?” You nod wiping your tears, “Joon can never know.” Your eyes meet his, your brows furrowed, you open your mouth to speak, but he beats you to it, “He won’t understand like I do, he’d never be able to see you the same.” The admission puts you back on the brink of hyperventilation, but Jungkook’s gesturing you out of the tent. “Go, I don’t know when Stacey is coming back, I don’t want to fuck things up with her.” God, how could you have forget about her?

“Okay, I-I really am sorry, Jungkook.” Jungkook lets out a heavy breath, nodding.

“I know.” He asserts, glancing back you catch a small reassuring smile on his lips, “Goodnight.” You don’t say it back, quickly leaving the tent.

Jungkook lays back onto the blankets, lightly biting into his forearm as ropes of cum spurts from his twitching cock, smearing his abdomen and the blanket.

Jesus fucking Christ.

read me i feeeeel like i could add more to this but idk what… yk? so for now it’s a one shot ❕ also my cover image wouldn’t come out right so for now there’s no cover

[bellenthigale]

HOLLY JOLLY CHRISTMAS

Christmas is a joyful time of year filled with family get-togethers‚ love‚ and joy. The sound of holiday music‚ exquisitely adorned trees‚ and dazzling lights are what spring to mind when you hear the word “Christmas”. Family gather together to exchange presents‚ share meals‚ and create priceless memories during this time. This time of year is a good opportunity to remember those who are less privileged. To achieve it‚ you can volunteer at a charity‚ spend time with the elderly or lonely‚ or give to those in need. Small acts of kindness like this have the capacity to change someone’s life and improve their day. During this time‚ people freely share love‚ joy‚ and compassion from the bottom of their hearts. It is an opportunity to celebrate life’s little joys and express gratitude for what one has. People feel pleased and fulfilled when they practice thanksgiving because it encourages them to be content with what they have right now and to look forward to the future with hope and optimism. Christmas is more than just a season; it’s a feeling that brings people together and creates lifelong memories. This holiday season‚ let’s enjoy the pleasure of Christmas and spread it to others around us. As the popular Christmas song declares‚ it is‚ after all‚ the most joyous time of the year.

It is the most beautiful time of the year‚ a day full of celebration‚ love‚ and pleasure. Yes‚ Christmas is finally here! This is the fantastic occasion that is loved and enjoyed by people from all around the world. FEARNOTs‚ Fimmies would love to wish you a happy holiday! This year will finally bring us the chance to love and be loved‚ to share blessings to everyone‚ and to spread happiness and kindness across humankind. This day is often spent with our entire family‚ whether it be through a party‚ meal‚ vacation‚ or even a christmas hangout. However‚ there are some individuals are unable to participate that is caused by a number of reasons‚ such as their preference to spend the holiday in their own homes or they live far away from their families. No matter how far away or how difficult the circumstances are‘ there will always be a way for us to enjoy this special day with our loved ones. Even if we can’t celebrate with our family‚ our friends who are with us alone may rejoice with you. Besides‚ Christmas is a season that never ends; nothing can change the fact that it is already eternal. It will always exist. Do you agree with me‚ FEARNOTs? I doubt that you don’t. I hope that FEARNOTs are all enjoying this holiday to the fullest. We only live once‚ as the adage goes. I feel really fortunate to be spending this Christmas with the other members‚ Kkura언니‚ Chaewon언니‚ Zuha‚ and Manchae. Having members like them makes me very grateful. Nevertheless‚ December delivers winter weather to South Korea in time for the festivities. December has an average high temperature of 37°F (3°C) and low temperature of 19°F (-7°C)‚ ranking second in terms of yearly temperature‚ behind January. FEARNOTs‚ always remember to wear thick clothing‚ drink hot beverages‚ and everyone must remain warm at all times! As a result of the current chilly weather‚ let’s all take measures to stay healthy and avoid becoming sick.

Embraced by the timeless allure of long black dresses on Christmas Eve‚ we‚ LE SSERAFIM‚ dazzled the red carpet of SBS Gayo Daejeon 2023 with our modest yet chic look. SBS Gayo Daejeon 2023’s line-up included several idols‚ including AESPA‚ ITZY‚ IVE‚ NMIXX‚ NEWJEANS‚ STRAY KIDS‚ THE BOYZ‚ ENHYPEN‚ STAYC‚ (G)I-DLE선배 and many more. The event took place at Inspire Arena in the evening of December 25‚ 2023. We began with an astonishing and breathtaking intro to our performance‚ which was followed by a rendition of our recent popular song‚ “The Eve‚ Psyche‚ and the Bluebeard’s Wife”‚ before concluding with a festive rendition of our holiday remix of “Perfect Night”. During this year-end event‚ each of the artists showcased their holiday‚ christmas‚ and other versions of their published songs‚ and they all did amazingly well in each of their performances. Bravo to all the artists that did exceptionally well covering songs by our 선배s in the k-pop music industry‚ it was a job well done. I’m positive that 선배s were certainly pleased with the performance they displayed because it was honestly an outstanding performances. You guys might want to see the performances on SBS Gayo Daejeon 2023‚ videos of some performances are already available on YouTube under the @SBSKPOP channel. I’m certain that you’ll gratefully acknowledge each performances.

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Tips for Choosing Your Perfect Organza Saree

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Pick a Suitable Color Soft, pastel shades are perfect for daytime events, while darker, bolder colors add elegance to evening occasions.

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Find Your Saree Today!

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At Adishaa, we are committed to celebrating the beauty of traditional fashion while keeping it affordable and accessible for all. Every saree in our collection is a symbol of grace, crafted with love for women like you.

We can’t wait to help you find your next favorite saree. Happy shopping, and thank you for being part of our Adishaa family!

[trumpetnista]

This year was my first fully celebrated Halloween and I LOVED it. I won a costume contest at my chiropractor's office and not only did I get to see what my friends on the staff came up with for their costumes, I now have a free 90 minute massage to enjoy. At the age of 31, I not only dressed up as my favorite Greek Goddess, Persephone, Queen of the Underworld, I was able to go Trick or Treating for the first time ever. The weather was perfect: windy, warm, and the sky was full overcast but hints of the stars and moon were visible. As I explored my neighborhood, I felt something deep in my heart release and a feeling of absolute euphoria filled me to the point of me wanting to cry tears of joy.

I left the Jehovah's Witnesses Cult 4 years ago but last night was the first time, I truly felt Free. Halloween has been my all time favorite holiday since I was a child but due to my Indoctrination, I felt guilty about it but I was also sad that I couldn't fully participate.

That wound has been healed, adding to my ongoing deprogramming journey, just like I've been adding more tattoos to my body. My sheet music orchid is now the first of a series: The Sheet Music Garden. It has been joined by a sunflower and a sprig of lily of the valley on my arms. I'm already putting money aside for the (last?) one on my right thigh: a sheet music iris. I'm deciding whether to keep my lower legs clear of Ink but if I don't: a sheet music lilac sprig and dahlia in bloom will complete it. After getting the iris, my focus will shift to smaller pieces on my arms, eventually completing full sleeves.

My tattoos are not just a way to express myself. My tattoos are not just pain that I get to choose instead having to live with thanks to my Fibromyalgia.

My tattoos are a permanent reminder and promise to myself to NEVER go back to the Jehovah's Witnesses.

No matter how bad things get for me, I will NEVER go back. Now that I've tasted freedom, I refuse to be caged again. I will not be force fed propaganda designed to keep me terrified of everything that doesn't fit their narrow viewpoint. I will NOT be a Bang Maid to a emotionally stunted man who gets full control of the wheel just because The Bible says so, regardless of if the man is truly capable of running a household and being a proper husband.

I've got the wheel now and I'm doing donuts in the hellcat. You can either put your seatbelt on and enjoy the ride or get ran the fuck OVER!

All of the focus was on women being proper wives. The men never got scolded for much of anything unless it was something that couldn't be justified away.

Women were blamed and shamed for every little thing they did.

I'm not going back. Ever.

Fuck. That. Shit.

But, on a brighter note, my physical and mental health is much better than it was last time I made a post like this. In fact, even with having Fibromyalgia and Bipolar 1 with Mania, I feel utterly content with my life now and I continue to make progress every day. Small steps lead to massive changes for the better and I'm glad to be experiencing that at last.

Oh, and don't worry. I'm still writing. My Hiatus will end very soon and I will be back to a consistent pattern of posting new chapters and new stories, now without being Manic.

Thank you all so much for your years of paitience, kindness, and friendship. I truly do appreciate it.

I also appreciate the BOOPs I got all day yesterday. I'm gonna BOOP til the field lights turn off, despite getting the badges I wanted because I'm really having fun with the Boop-O-Meter. Tumblr's Powers That Be should just keep the BOOPs going all year round. It's a fun and wholesome way to interact with all users and that's a welcome thing on this ever growing dumpster fire of a hellsite.

Again, thank you all for everything. I hope had a great Halloween and I'll speak to you guys again real soon.

Peace and Chicken Grease, ~*Trumpetnista/CMW2~*

PS: If there's an Election going on in your country, for the love of all things holy, PLEASE VOTE!

[fortleegospel]

Gospel News

Dear friends and members of Fort Lee Gospel Church,

This week the weather is finally warming up in New Jersey. It has felt like a wet and cool Spring until now. While the official start of Summer is in a few weeks, this weekend kicks off the unofficial start of Summer. Here are a few reflections on Summer and Memorial Day:

Summer Season

While some dream of living in a warm climate so they can enjoy summer weather all year long, I prefer to live in a place like New Jersey where we have 4 seasons. Snow is beautiful, for a while. Spring and Fall have their own beauty and appeal. Summer is seen by many as the best time of the year (except Christmas).

We associate Summer with time off school, vacations, days at the beach, outdoor gatherings, and other fun events. It is rightly a season to build memories and take some breaks from work. Here are some biblical thoughts on a season of refreshment:

· Joy is an essential part of our faith.

You make known to me the path of life; you will fill me with joy in your presence, with eternal pleasures at your right hand. (Ps. 16:11)

You turned my wailing into dancing; you removed my sackcloth and clothed me with joy, that my heart may sing your praises and not be silent. Lord my God, I will praise you forever. (Ps. 30:11-12)

Nehemiah said, “Go and enjoy choice food and sweet drinks, and send some to those who have nothing prepared. This day is holy to our Lord. Do not grieve, for the joy of the Lord is your strength.” (Neh. 8:10)

· Rest is a gift from God.

“Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light.” (Matt. 11:28-30)

And the God of all grace, who called you to his eternal glory in Christ, after you have suffered a little while, will himself restore you and make you strong, firm and steadfast. To him be the power for ever and ever. Amen. (I Peter 5:10-11)

· We all need renewal:

He gives strength to the weary and increases the power of the weak. Even youths grow tired and weary, and young men stumble and fall; but those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength.

They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint. (Is. 40:29-31)

Therefore we do not lose heart. Though outwardly we are wasting away, yet inwardly we are being renewed day by day. (II Cor. 4:16)

He saved us, not because of righteous things we had done, but because of his mercy. He saved us through the washing of rebirth and renewal by the Holy Spirit, (Titus 3:5)

Enjoy your summer season and may you know God’s joy, rest, and renewal!

Memorial Day

Memorial Day remembers all those who have died in military service over the years. Veteran’s Day is the time to honor all who have served in our military.

Jesus said, “Greater love has no one than this: to lay down one’s life for one’s friends.” (John 15:13) While the analogy is not perfect, I do think of this verse on Memorial Day. The ultimate sacrifice was when Jesus went to the cross to die for our sins – the sinless Savior died for us as sinners. Jesus showed ultimate love for us by dying for us.

It is hard to imagine the generation of young men who willingly signed up to fight for our nation in World War II. There were countless stories of men lying about their age so they could go to war. The patriotism shown by that generation was profound. The conviction that they were willing to die for our nation and a just cause drove their patriotism.

I have had the privilege to know many local veterans who served our nation as the VFW has invited me to pray at their events. We are right to honor those who have served and remember those who gave their lives so that we can enjoy our freedoms.

On Monday, May 27th at 10:00 AM there will be a Memorial Day parade in Fort Lee, starting and ending at the Community Center. After the parade there will be a program remembering those who have served and died for our nation. A few of us in the clergy will be a part of the program. Please consider joining us as we honor those who died for our nation.

-Pastor Rick

Weekly Announcements

Sunday worship services at 11:00 AM continue to be livestreamed on our Fort Lee Gospel Facebook page, YouTube channel, and our website, www.fortleegospel.org. We meet in the building where we include a time of worship after the online portion of the service.

The Tuesday Men’s Lunch and study meets at the church at 12:30 PM.

The Tuesday Bible Study meets at 7:00 PM weekly. We are studying the book of Romans.

The 6:00 AM Prayer Meeting on Wednesdays and Saturdays is at the church with an option to connect on Google Meet.

The Women’s Bible Study meets this Saturday, June 1st at 2:00 PM. The study continues from the book of Ephesians. All women are welcome.

Connect info for Tuesday Bible Studies and Morning Prayer is:

Meeting URL :

https://meet.google.com/suk-xpsf-nwh

[rebee-sweetie]

tell me about the selfship that brings you the most joy right now: what was the first thing they bought for you? was it something sentimental for your birthday or christmas, or something small like a drink or your favourite treat? was it thoughtful and intentional, or just friendly? do you still have it or a reminder of it?

Ugh! When I tell you, I imagine my favorite selfship with Katsuki Bakugo is him being mean to me. 😫 But hear me out.

I am a tea fanatic, actually scratch that, I’m a tea snob. So I honestly imagine this man bullying me about my tea collection. All fancy loose leaf teas, tea pots, tea cups, and recipes for tea cakes. He’ll yell at me about hoarding tea and buying more before I’ve finished the others. But, I imagine walking with this man on a cold winter night, the pretty glow of dressed up lamp posts and big, fat, snowflakes falling in our hair and on our clothes. Hot puffs of breath visible in the air while we chat about our winter plans. But we happen to walk by a shop, and it has the most beautiful tea set collection. I can’t pull my eyes away as I look at the intricate design of holly berries and swirls on the bone porcelain. It’s a dainty little set and perfect for the holidays to host people. But with the words ringing through my mind of already owning a tea set, we walk by the shop, trudging on through the cold winter weather. But it doesn’t go unnoticed by Katsuki, as he watches the way my eyes sparkle and how I can’t stop thinking about it. So he goes back without me at some point and buys the set for a pretty penny. Opening the gift on Christmas Day filled with joy as he looks smug as I pull it out.

“I love it…. thank you.”

And he’d simply nod and grunt, but his eyes would speak all the words I needed. 😩 that, that my dear is the dream. He’d honestly be so observant too. I love this question, thank you for asking ❤️❤️❤️

[adversitybloomed]

🌸  ┊ letter received from @orangeshinigami         𝑲𝒖𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒂𝒌𝒊 𝑰𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒈𝒐 :  ❛ i like it out here. it’s peaceful. ❜ / &. 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

        ❝  確實很平靜 ( wuèshí hěn píngjìng - very peaceful indeed ) !  ❞    she agreed with a small smile, as she held a sleeping red spirit panda within her arms. the small creature was one of the many spirit animals that found its way to her, often times demanding of food and cuddles, which she obliged in giving for this was their home and she was just a guest. it was not something she minded, as she cherished the chance to hold them, for their warmth and kindness was a comfort.

          but the real joy was having ichigo around, especially as he had made up his mind to stay with her while in the soul realm. while she knew this was not his first choice ━━ for she knew he longed to be with his family, she was glad to have his company. together they trained to hone their strengths, for her it was a chance at recovery and for him a opportunity to be able to once more return to the mortal realm. but she enjoyed his presence, for his stories often had her attention. she enjoyed the way he talked, the way that he put forth effort into his training and mostly she enjoyed the fact he stole away the loneliness within her heart and filled it with a sense of adventure.

          time worked differently here though, the season of winter was nearly upon them as the once warm air had chilled. snow now covered the forest, most branches bare as ice dropped from it where blossoms once bloomed. their breaths could be seen as they trained or even talked, which made it more noticeable when one grew tired from training. but despite the chilly weather, she enjoyed sitting outside for it reminded her of her childhood.

        ❝  i grew up on a farm that lingered right outside a forest much like this. my 祖母 ( zǔmǔ - grandmother ) and i used to sit outside watching the snow fall as we would drink hot tea and play a round of go.  ❞    she smiled at the memory, her heart missing her grandmother suddenly as she longed for her winter melon soup.     ❝  this was of course after i completed my chores and training with my bàba.  ❞    she paused within her story as the red panda stirred for a moment before letting out a soft snore after getting itself more comfortable.      ❝  this was of course before i took over my duties as god of war, as i was only five years old...  ❞

          moving to stand carefully, mulan got up before putting on her shoes and stepping from the porch steps into the snow covered ground.      ❝  i much prefer being out within nature then cooped up in a meeting or even in the imperial palace. i remember i used to make my grand escape when i was forced to go to parties and make small talk with dignitaries who questioned why i would not take a husband.  ❞    she smiled as she came to a pause by his side, motioning with her chin south west of where they stood.      

        ❝  remind me to take you that way when it is a clear night. there is a perfect clearing in the forest where you can sit upon thick branches and see the stars sparkle so brightly. i find it to be truly peaceful then as it helps me feel a sense of ease when i cannot sleep.  ❞