#sand sistars

[eleonordiza]

Nothing is sexier than a man who admits he wants you, shows how much he loves you, respects you, gives his time and attention to you, does anything to make you smile, sees no other woman because he is too busy loving you ༺꧁ ❤️ ꧂༻ SISTARS!!

There is nothing Sexier than a man who knows how to traverse the juicy pathways of his own heart. A man who can stand to be called out on his wounds. A man who, when you boldly ask him to be there, says yes-hell yes…and shows up beautifully, with every ounce of his beating heart.

There is nothing more beautiful than a man who talks openly and passionately about what’s on his mind rather than pulling far away and glossing it over with a generic response of “I’m fine.”

There is nothing more breathtaking in the world than a man who knows the salty taste of tears. A man who lets you see him on his worst days…stripped, sad and raw…vulnerability hanging out of his split-open heart like ripped ribbons.

There is nothing more bone-suckin’ delicious than a man who knows how to take care of a woman, how to touch her softly and fiercely at the same time, how to make love to her wildly while gazing gently into the sapphire depths of her soul, how to set her free while claiming her and make her feel like a cherished jewel of divinity, like the goddess she is.

There is absolutely nothing more astounding than a man who kisses like he could die five minutes from now. A man who understands the preciousness of this breath, this inhale…and exhale. A man who wants nothing more than to face the world together as you both smile, breathe, set the air around you on delicate fire, transcend darkness and ascend towards nectar galaxies far too beautiful to comprehend.

There is nothing more maddeningly magnificent than a man who pulls you close and declares his love for you, and shouts it from the rooftops like music, and weaves his fingers through yours with ripe enthusiasm, and isn’t scared to call you too soon, and call you out on your darkness, and call you the luscious love of his life.

There is nothing more goddamn gorgeous than a man who is fiercely himself, who holds the strongest heart space in his warm, sultry embrace…for you to bloom, blossom, flourish and soar…as he does the same.

At the end of every dissolving sands, apricot sunset-soaked day — There is nothing sexier than a man who knows how to love himself. A man who values the truth running through his veins like sacred ink. A man brave enough to be there for you and himself when darkness is beautiful and when it’s completely falling apart.

This is the kind of man you deserve. A man who isn’t afraid of emotion. A man who shows up one hundred percent. A man who is ready…who craves every drop, drip and ounce of an authentic, earthy goddess of a wonderful woman like you. Let him kiss you with his entire being until you remember who you really are.

Don’t settle down with him… Settle UP into a more luscious, technicolor life. A life so beautiful it hurts sometimes. A life so fulfilling you’ll never be thirsty again. A life so freeing and spun of soul it makes you dizzy. Anything less than this heartfelt, present, purely sacred beauty is a goddamn tragedy.

Don’t settle Down… Settle UP. ‘Cause when the divine masculine meets the divine feminine, magic happens.

The sweetest magic of all.

Eleonor Jimenez Diza. I Am. You Are. We Are. Oneness. Universal Consciousness.. 🔥🕎🔯🕉️ 🔥 💎 ❤️💚💙💜❤️ 💎 ♀️☯️♂️ 💞♏♌💞 ❤️ 🌟 🌎🌍🌏🌟 ❤️

[unclassifiedsenpai]

Sistar in Game of Thrones Houses

Bora, the assassin of the Sand Sisters, bastard daughter from House Martell, Sunspear.

Hyolyn, the seductress and infiltrator of the Sand Sisters, bastard daughter from House Martell, Sunspear.

Soyou, the warrior of the Sand Sisters, bastard daughter from House Martell, Sunspear.

Dasom, the archer of the Sand Sisters, bastard daughter from House Martell, Sunspear. 

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BTS Reaction ~ Caught by their child

Anonymous asked:

Hello, can I please request how all the members react to your child walking in in you when your making out or being intimate.🥰

All credits for the gifs go to the original owners/makers.

Genre: Fluff / Crack. Slight smut.

Rating: M

Word Count: 575 - 980

Warnings: Heavy allusions to sex but nothing too graphic!

Kim Seokjin

It is no secret that Seokjin always prefers to perform his culinary magic underneath the rhythmic guidance of whatever cheesy pop song happens to illuminate his beloved sticker-slathered radio. Tonight's offering? Britney Spears. 

As you make your approach from behind, you can hear your husband synchronize the sharp click of his knife tearing through colorful fresh vegetables with the admission that oops, Britney has indeed done it once again, and can't help but to chuckle.

Your arms enslave his midsection as you press your lips into the smooth strip of velvet skin at the nape of his neck. His hands hesitate for a minute only; just long enough for an enthralled grin to decorate his face.

"Well hello, babe. Fancy seeing you here."

Seokjin is careful to peel away the latex of his gloves before he turns, cradling both of your cheeks within his palms as he pulls you forward. His lips just barely brush across your own.

"And where is our little lovebug right now?"

You sigh contently, thumbing over the solidity of his abdomen through his flour-speckled shirt. 

"She's currently captivated by the wonderful adventures of Mickey Mouse's Clubhouse. You know how she gets… she could be watching for hours."

"Hours, you say?" Seokjin smirks, applying just enough pressure on your bottom lip so that he may autograph a signature heart across your flesh with his tongue. "Well, that gives me just enough time to indulge on a craving I've been having…"

Seokjin's palms are exceptionally warm where they slip across the small of your back, thumbs painting intricate semi-circles over the elastic waistband of your cotton shorts before they delve even lower. He palms across your outer thigh with the same delicacy he would afford kneading an enriched dough.

You can't help but to release a small, perfectly clipped exhale of pure bliss.

"Aren't you worried that you will spoil your appetite, Jinnie?"

Seokjin's digits move rapidly. They slot underneath your thighs in order to aid in twisting your body that bit closer, the tip of his nose skimming across your fluttering pulse point.

"On the contrary. I consider this to be an appetiser; an Amuse-bouche if you will." 

Seokjin's velour lips weave a haphazard pathway down between your collarbones, clinging to a particular cluster of nerves that he is certain will nudge you toward delirium. 

"And I happen to find my wife very amuse-ing."

He lifts your thigh slowly, shifting your leg until it wraps securely around his waist, and begins to lift you up onto the counter-

"Eomma!" Your daughter cries, her voice as syrupy-sweet and innocent as birdsong. 

Her little feet pad triumphantly across the kitchen tile, her unicorn slippers squeaking with every fortified step. 

"Eomma, you missin' d'best bits!"

Seokjin is swift to back away from you, dropping your leg as though your flesh had transformed to molten lava and seared his palm. His back hits the edge of the sink with a rather comical thud, ironically synchronized with the orchestral stab of The Backstreet Boys announcing - once again - that they are back.

You have been left rather uncoordinated yourself, heat pouring into your stomach with all of the cloying stickiness of a candy-coated toffee apple.

"Sorry, darling. Eomma will be right there, okay? I was just asking Appa if he needed any help with dinner."

Your daughter's eyes are large and round and so similar to her Father's own that it is almost frightening; they contain an abundance of constellations and more knowledge than should be capable of someone her age. 

Her bottom lip protrudes in thought, plump and ever so slightly discolored from slurping on grape juice all afternoon. It only takes a minute before she nods, seemingly satisfied with your excuse.

"Okai, Eomma. But huwwy!"

Taking off in a carefree, infantile sprint, with her slippers squawk-squeaking all the way, you are finally left alone with your husband once again.

"Rain check?" You ask once your heartbeat has settled back into a reasonable rhythm. 

Seokjin brushes his thumb underneath your jawline, swiping over the small cluster of ginger-hued freckles which kiss your skin. He tips your face skyward, pressing a smattering of kisses back and forth over your satine cheekbones.

"Rain check. No appetisers tonight, babe."

A brief flicker of tanzanite temptation illuminates your husband's vision, one of his hands slipping down to rest almost tauntingly around your throat.

"I'll just have to have you for dessert instead."

Min Yoongi

Min Yoongi has always considered himself to be a being with exceptional hearing. He can detect even the smallest alteration in pitch, can recognise when an arrangement requires more volume or bass or vocal power, and can easily complete a portfolio of compositions in a single afternoon.

And yet, his outstanding hearing is so acute that he almost misses the unmistakable sound of his studio's pass code being punched in.

"Yoongi?" You breathe quietly, treading lightly lest you shatter the creative bubble that your husband is famous for cocooning himself within. 

Yoongi pivots slowly in his chair, swivelling around until he can face you fully. Light touches his eyes with the intensity of several beautifully bobbing fireflies. 

"What're you doing here, sweetheart?" He chirrups, sparing a brief glance toward his wristwatch. "I thought the kids and I were going to pick you up from work today?"

Yoongi's arms open out toward you, encouraging you to burrow into his lap without much need for communication. 

You drape over his thighs as though you were pouring yourself into the very mould of your husband, situating yourself into all of the nooks and crannies you have claimed ownership over since the dawn of your relationship. 

"Well, I finished early." You place an abundance of soft, featherweight kisses along the underside of Yoongi's razor-sharp jawline; savouring the fragrant tang of cologne which glistens like diamonds upon his skin. "Which means we just so happen to have some alone time before the twins get dropped off. Just think of the possibilities~"

No more than a moment after your syllables have been fully formulated does Yoongi wrap his opalescent fingertips around the nape of your neck and pull you close. 

He kisses you deeply, presses the very tips of his cuspids into your bottom lip and lalves over the succulent indents with the gloss of his tongue until he can feel you shudder against him.

Your hands find their way into his hair with very little navigation. Sighing blissfully, you rake your nails over his scalp as though you were illustrating your initials in vibrant saffron sands; leaving your mark in the form of several exhilarated goosebumps.

"I love you." You whine, tipping your head back just far enough to provide enough room for Yoongi to suck several small candy wrappers into your throat.

"You too, sweetheart."

Yoongi's palms bracket over the swell of your jeans, each digit slipping one by one into the stitching of your back pockets so that he can grab your fleshy behind by the fistful. 

He guides you forward, setting a slow but deliberate pace as you work in tandem with each other to feel-

This time, there is no mistaking the distinct sound of Yoongi's pass code being punched in.

You only just manage to pry yourself from your husband's lap by the time that his studio door bursts open. 

You hear your twins before you see them; a cornucopia of fluorescent overalls and mismatched trainers and a seemingly unfathomable energy which completely belies their own paternity. 

"Eomma!" Your son cries, the latter syllable smothered by the sensation of him excitedly clinging to your calf. "You're here!"

"Yes baby, Eomma is here!"

Beside you, your daughter makes quick work of climbing all over Yoongi's torso. Her hyperactive cackles seem to reverberate throughout the studio walls as she runs her chubby hands all over Yoongi's silver-toned hair; worsening the mess your own digits had made not five minutes before.

"Appa is a lion! Raaaawr! Look Unki NamNam!"

Lifting your son into your arms, you spare a glance over to the man in question and internally curse Namjoon's uncanny ability to destroy even a moment of impromptu passion. 

"Sorry I'm early." Namjoon sighs, rubbing sheepishly at the back of his neck.

He can't seem to meet your eye.

But as you glance over toward Yoongi, making sure to nod artificially every so often as though to show feigned interest in the tall tales that your twins are spinning, you are met with a pair of dark, bottomless irises which sparkle, bubble and pop with the promise of what's to come as soon as you are protected by the coverage of twilight.

Yoongi definitely doesn't need exceptional hearing to know that your heart is absolutely beating out of your chest.

Jung Hoseok

On days like these it is often hard to determine what has your head spinning faster; the sensation of Hoseok twirling you under his arm or the reverberation of music pulsing like gunpowder throughout your veins. 

Realistically, you should have known that your dance rehearsal was in jeopardy the second that Hobi's phone had diverted away from the relay of his own voice and opted instead to play Sistar's Touch My Body; your husband's not-so-hidden vice.

After grinning wildly and gyrating his body back and forth to the swish-swish dance of the song, he had pulled you in close in order to innocently mouth the lyrics against your cheek. 

Fortunately, you had always been a stickler for following the rules. 

And touching Hobi's body has always been your favourite pastime activity.

Your fingertips had found purchase upon the ridge of his collarbones, thumbs falling into the crease of his deliciously sweaty skin before shifting lower. Your lips had painted his Adam's apple with precision, tasting the sherbet of his aftershave and the natural essence of Hoseok.

Now your lips are plump and swollen from the feverish trap of his uncoordinated kisses.

He has you pinned up against one of the mirrored walls by his pelvis, the tip of his tongue writing soulful soliloquies into your skin until you glow with poorly contained adoration. 

"Mm, Hobi. Calm down~" You sigh, arching up into the pressure of Hoseok's teeth as they paint faint crescent-shaped halos in the flesh of your earlobe.

Hoseok shifts his fingertips around your wrists, effectively binding them in a ribbon of calluses and articulation as he traps them up over your head.

"I can't help it, honey. You know what you do to me, don't you?"

"I'd have a guess, but I'd say that the evidence is pretty clear."

Certainly, with how Hoseok presses against you, he leaves very little to the imagination. 

"A guess? Well, Maybe I'm not making myself clear enough, then…"

Using his unpreoccupied hand, Hoseok dips the faintest whisper of his fingertips into his mouth in order to get them appropriately wet. He then kicks your ankles apart, situating his thigh in place between your quivering knees. 

It does not take a genius to recognize the unbridled gallop of small, toddling feet racing through narrow linoleum hallways. Nor does it require much effort to deduct that those very footsteps and the loud, high-spirited giggles which precede them can only belong to your son. 

The studio door swings open with all the momentum of a party popper being pulled taut. Only instead of confetti you are rewarded by the sight of your son's beautifully plump rosy cheeks and his gap-toothed grin.

"Appa~!"

Hoseok turns just in time to drop to his knees and scoop your toddler up into his arms, the tone of his voice shifting from leather and velvet into something bubbling and bright.

"There's my little Hapi!" Hobi coos, nuzzling into your son's soft mousy hair. "Did you have a good day with Uncle Kookie?"

"Uh-huh! Appa, you look so silly! You wearing Eomma's lips!" 

Hoseok lifts his thumb to swipe it over his bottom lip, gathering the fluorescent remnants of your transferred lipstick which lingers there.

"Yes I am." Hobi teases. "Do you want some? Mwah~"

It takes half a second before your son shrieks in protest, immediately sprinting away from your husband's chaotic influence. Hoseok chases after him with pursed lips, making outrageously exaggerated smacking noises during his pursuit. 

Sighing softly, you lean all of your body weight on the mirror behind you and fan your face with your palm in an attempt to cool your rapidly rising body temperature. 

"You're blushing awfully hard." Jeongguk acknowledges as he settles in beside you. 

"Dance rehearsals. Worked up quite a sweat."

"Oh, I bet. You want me to keep him out a little later next time?"

Your teeth find purchase on the crease of your bottom lip, a residual sting prickling upon your flesh from how intensely you had been kissed mere minutes before. Your pulse continues to fizzle and pop and jump underneath your skin; a firework ready to burst.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

You watch as Hoseok finally catches up to your squealing son. He lifts him effortlessly, pressing kiss after kiss over his rotund cheeks and your heart absolutely sings. How did you get so lucky?

And yet, as Hobi tucks your child carefully underneath his chin, you don't miss the way that his mouth dances around a simple word inundated with promise.

'Later.'

You can't wait to see what 'choreography' piece Hoseok will teach you next.

Kim Namjoon

There is something to be said about the sweetness of Namjoon's kisses during nightfall, when the moon is pitched high over Seoul's skyline and there is little need for urgency. 

Without the influence of convoluted phone calls or frequented business meetings, it is almost as though your husband has been impassioned anew.

His kisses always start off deceptively slow, the petal pink tip of his tongue wicking across your bottom lip like butter gliding over hot toast. He rests his palms against your crimson-hued cheeks, guiding you that bit closer to his body as your bedsheets rustle down around your hips akin to a tambourine being jostled. 

"I love you." Namjoon sighs, rotating his body so that you fall to a collapse against his exposed torso.

Your fingertips splay against his flushed skin as though seeking out purchase, eager to aid in the transition of your rolling hips. 

"I love you more." 

Burning with vibrant adoration, you can feel your stomach positively froth with frenzied butterflies. Your lips lather a steady stream of kisses down between Namjoon's pectoral muscles, pausing just millimeters below his ribcage where you sink your teeth ever so gently into his skin, determined to leave a mark which will last for days to come. 

"And now I'm going to prove just how much I-" 

The sound of your daughter's shrill, waterlogged sobs as they carry through from her nursery and into your bedroom is stark and corrosive; a bolt of lightning which strikes through your sternum with the intensity of blunt nails on a chalkboard. 

As she tumbles into your bedroom, raven hair plastered to her cheeks by way of her seemingly limitless tears, and her tiny hands balled into fists where they cling to her beloved Koya plushie, you are quick to spring from your bed in order to gather her up into your arms.

"Oh sweetheart! What's wrong?"

Burying her reddened nose into your neck, your daughter splutters through her words.

"D'eres a monsta under m'bed! He's big n'mean and.. and scawy!!"

"A monster, huh?" 

After some careful readjustments, Namjoon climbs out of bed to join your side. He runs his hands affectionately over your daughter's swollen cheeks, clearing the hair away from her eyes. 

"Well, I'd like to have words with this so-called Monster. Let him know that he's messing with The Rap Monster and his beautiful little Princess. We'll see how mean and scary he is then!"

You each take one of your daughter's petite hands, being mindful of Koya’s unshakable presence, and inflate your chests into plates of pseudo armor as you lead her back into her nursery. 

It takes less than a minute for Namjoon to scare away the fictional threat, adding just an ounce of parental gravel to his words for extra emphasis. 

And it takes even less time for your adorable puffy-eyed princess to convince you to stay in bed with her until she feels safe once again.

With both you and Namjoon planted firmly on either side of your toddler's tiny frame, and the sensation of your fingers combing gently through the small tufts of her hair, she finds sleep easily. 

"So…" You whisper, just loud enough for Namjoon to hear over your daughter's infantile snores. "You're a monster, are you?"

Despite the impenetrable darkness of your daughter's room, broken up only by the small heart-shaped night light which twinkles beside her bed, you can clearly see your husband's fiendish smirk.

"Just wait - I'll show you later."

Park Jimin

Two years.

You have been married to Park Jimin for two whole years. 

And in that time you have seen him at his best, with a rhinestone microphone held in place between his dainty fingers and a light sheen of sweat glittering against his brow. You have also seen him at his worst, when thick black bags sit underneath his sunken eyes and sleep is a distant memory. 

You know your husband inside and out; his flaws (or lack thereof) and his many merits.

Which is why you should have known that his suggestion of an impromptu movie night was nothing more than a ruse to have you exactly where he wanted you; draped across his lap on the couch and purring every time his lips brush against a weak spot on your neck. 

"Shh, darling. Not so loud." Jimin teases, already moving to run the tip of his tongue along the underside of your jaw. 

Your fingernails dig into Jimin's biceps from how tightly you grasp at him, leaving small  moon-shaped welts in your wake which somehow pale in comparison to the roses he is currently embossing into your skin.

"You're a cruel man, Park Jimin."

"So I've been told. C'mere."

Maneuvering his hands underneath the blanket which he had draped over your shoulders in order to preserve your modesty, Jimin clasps at your hips and pulls you that bit closer to him. 

"You're so beautiful." He sighs, swiping his thumb over your bejewelled lips.

For a moment he simply stares at you, admiring the cinnamon flush of your cheeks and the way in which you seem to flutter with every poorly managed breath; his influence evident.

Unwilling to lose this unspoken game you are playing, you up the ante by bearing your hips down against Jimin's own and push your fingertips through his bubblegum pink locks until he hums with bliss.

"Now who's the cruel one, darling?"

Before you can answer, the sound of your son's hiccuping whimpers resonates from inside his nearby bedroom. 

"Appa! Eomma!"

Throwing the blanket off your shoulders, you are quick to rise from Jimin's lap, not missing the urgent way in which he grabs the fleece in question and places it over the space you had once occupied.

Your son darts into the room with a speed which belies his small stature, falling into your arms with his bottom lip quivering and his paw print pyjamas torn at the knee. 

"Hey, easy! What happened?"

Your son rubs furiously at his damp eyes, making small but urgent grabby-hands toward his Father. Jimin reaches over to rub affectionately at tiny knuckles.

"Twipped. Was thirsty and twipped!"

He points adamantly at the small red welt which glows against the pale skin of his knee, his entire body shaking with barely contained sobs.

"Aw, you poor thing." Jimin consoles, his own lower lip protruding in a manner which reflects your toddler's pout exactly. "Eomma, our little Tiny got himself a booboo."

"So I see. You definitely have your Father's clumsiness trait, hm?" 

Careful to avoid hurting him, you place a gentle kiss against the affected area.

"There we go. Good as new. Now, let's go get you a bandaid, okay?"

"Iwonman?"

"Of course! An Ironman bandaid for my little superhero."

As you lift your son with the intent of carrying him into the bathroom to patch up his battle scar, he makes a small whining noise and reaches for Jimin once again.

"Appa? You come too?"

You watch as your husband's face somehow darkens in hue. His ears burn scarlet-hot, beads of sweat stippled like pearls across his clavicle. He glances between you, your son, and the blanket currently concealing his hips.

"Uhh-"

"Appa will join us in a minute, baby. He's just gonna clean up first. Right, Appa?"

Jimin nods enthusiastically. "Right! I'll be there in a minute, Tiny. Promise."

Seemingly satisfied with his answer, your son turns to rub his cheek into your chest, already changing the subject to an unusual dream he had earlier in the evening.

Briefly, you can see the relief flash in Jimin's eyes as he collapses back onto the couch. He bites his bottom lip, mouthing a brief word of thanks toward you.

You blow him a kiss in response, not missing the way that Jimin pushes his fingers back through his hair to fix the mess you had made. His eyes briefly sparkle with something oh so familiar; something salacious.

After two years, you can be certain that you know your husband well enough to guarantee that your little game of cat and mouse is far from over. 

Kim Taehyung

When Taehyung loses himself to his illustrations he is always completely silent. 

His lips form a pursed rosette of pure concentration, brows furrowed low across his forehead, and his pinkie finger develops a small but temporary tick every time he pauses to load his paintbrush with a new pigment.

He is so silent, in fact, that the only sound you can hear on your approach toward his office is that of novelty ice cubes clinking back and forth within the glass of freshly poured lemonade you prepared for him.

Knocking politely on the door to alert him to your presence, you can only watch in awe as Taehyung dabs a bead of sweat from his brow, his fingertips stained shades of periwinkle and amaranth. 

He stipples another dollop of paint onto his canvas, brushing back and forth in broad strokes in order to heighten the saturation of a particular petal cluster.

"Hey, you." You hum contentedly, placing the glass of lemonade down on Taehyung's desk. "I thought you could use a drink."

"Thank you, Jagiya. That's very kind of you."

Placing his paintbrush down into a pot of discolored water to soak, Taehyung turns in his chair to face you. He reaches his arms up overhead and stretches until his shoulders give a rather satisfying pop and then reaches out toward you, guiding you into his lap.

His large palms stroke along the individual notches of your spine, touching you with the same care he would afford a piece of fine, antique china. The tip of his nose nestles against yours for a moment, wading back and forth before he uses the cool compress of his thumb to elevate your chin.

"Look at you. So beautiful; my muse."

Your husband's words flutter about inside your abdomen like dispersed dandelion seeds; soft and aerated and tickling you in all the right ways. 

He kisses you softly, deeply, the tip of his tongue tracing whimsical patterns across every dip and divot of your lower lip as though he has found his new favourite canvas; a magnum opus all wrapped up in a beautiful wife-shaped bow. 

You can feel every single brush and stroke of his tongue as he kisses you, somehow both cool and hot at the same time, until you are absolutely incandescent with hue and color.

Taehyung shifts until you are comfortably straddling both of his hips. His calloused thumbs knead at the nape of your neck until goosebumps sprinkle like powdered sugar upon your skin. 

With your husband's outrageously long fingertips combing through your hair, you find yourself clasping onto the crisp collar of his shirt simply to keep yourself afloat. 

You trace the blunt curvature of your nail against his pulse point, doodling a small asymmetric heart on his gilded skin which quickly dissipates when his blood begins to flow southward.

"You taste so sweet, Jagi." Taehyung remarks once your mouths finally separate, savouring the numb tingling sensation which busies his tongue.

"Not as sweet as you do, Taehyungie."

You catch your teeth against your husband's earlobe, ever so carefully guiding the steel loop of his piercing into your mouth. Taehyung's torso seems to reverberate when he mewls, his every breath pitched by anticipation as you guide your hands lower and lower and-

Yeontan darts into Taehyung's office with such gleeful acceleration that you almost leap out of your skin. 

He yips merrily, a petite ball of downy-soft fur flanked by your shrieking daughter and her tiny outstretched fingertips. 

"TanTan!" She squeals, chasing Yeontan with reckless abandon.

Sighing softly, you place a small apologetic kiss to Taehyung’s nose and climb to your feet once more.

"Are you having fun, sweetheart?"

Out of the corner of your eye, you can see Taehyung reach for the lemonade glass. He takes a long, dehydrated drink. 

"Uh-huh!" 

Your daughter's arms are short and chubby where they wrap around Yeontan's fluffy brown body. She places a comically loud kiss to the top of his head and then bursts into a fit of bright, energetic giggles.

"Eomma!" She wheezes, pointing a finger up at you. "Yous all colow!"

You bring a hand up to your face, frowning when you feel the crackled texture of rapidly drying paint swept over your cheeks and into the roots of your hair; Taehyung's evident touch tinting your skin turquoise. 

"Ah, yeah. Eomma was just helping Appa to paint."

"Ooh! Can y'paiwnt me too, Appa?"

You blush sheepishly, watching the way that Taehyung instantly softens when your daughter regards him with a vibrant rosewater smile and hopeful eyes so similar to his own.

"Of course, Cherub. Come here."

Taehyung lifts her up into his arms, helping her get comfortably situated on the ball of his knee. He grabs for one of his many paintbrushes, drying the excess moisture on a paper towel before he dips it onto a dollop of glowing tangerine paint.

He turns toward her, his tongue protruding ever so slightly out of the corner of his lips as he once again falls victim to his own concentration. 

He starts by painting an almost perfect circle against her cheek, chasing it with an abundance of soft squiggly wisps until he has created a summer-bright sun on her skin.

And it works, because she positively burns with delight.

"I suppose I better leave you both to it, hm?" You muse, your voice almost lost to Taehyung's amused giggling as your daughter sings his praises. 

You carefully usher Yeontan out of the room, a surprisingly easy task as he trots off in search for a place to nap, and just barely catch the scalding hot sear of your husband's eyes meeting your own.

"You'll finish painting me later, won't you?"

Taehyung rests his chin ever so gently against the top of your daughter's head. His lips twitch with poorly contained mirth.

"You can count on it, Jagiya."

Jeon Jeongguk

The sound of deliciously hot water hammering down on cool tile is loud; a brigade of heavy footsteps echoing throughout an otherwise tranquil room. 

And yet, it pales in comparison to the vehement growls Jeongguk emits every single time your fingertips brush over his abdomen.

Your digits move as though you have been hypnotised, the pads of your thumbs following a line of apricot-scented suds as they skim down betwixt Jeongguk's hardened muscles. 

"Baby, if you keep touching me like that I swear it's game over."

It never fails to astound you just how talented Jeongguk is at kissing - much like everything else. 

His lips crash against your own, sticky and warm and deliciously wet from the torrential downpour of a perfectly-angled shower head. Using the prickle of his teeth, he paves a petite pathway into your mouth. His tongue conducts something of a waltz alongside the succulent slip-slide of your own. 

When you finally break for air, your lungs tingling with the poetry of a perfectly executed liplock, you can see starstruck galaxies burning just beyond your damp lashes. 

Finally, fighting past the lump which has formed in your throat, you will yourself to simply speak.

"And if you keep kissing me like that, I'm going to be forced to pounce on you."

Jeongguk's playful laughter seems to reverberate throughout his sternum, smothered in part by the sensation of his nose ghosting down your stomach as he slowly folds onto his knees.

"Challenge accepted."

Turning his head into the flush of your thighs, Jeongguk peppers kiss after kiss against your water-warmed skin. He starts at the base of your knee and works his way up, pausing only when he feels the tug of your trembling fingers his hair.

He grins, fiendish and dark, and you see stars far brighter than your wedding band shimmering in contrast to his inky-black hair. 

"Jeongguk, I-"

"Nnnnyeeeoowww~!"

The noise of your son's small, sputtering lips opening and closing as he makes loud, enigmatic sound effects is unmistakable.

Through the percussion of water droplets you can hear plastic feet pit-patting against the bathroom counter, dashing across your various lotions and potions, and undoubtedly destroying the perfect sanctuary you have spent the entire afternoon crafting.

Jeongguk stares up at you with wide doe eyes, pressing his pointer finger to his lips.

"Appa?" 

Internally hissing, Jeongguk pulls the shower curtain back just far enough to poke his head out, hoping that his son's ignorance and naivety is enough to prevent him from questioning why he's situated so low to the ground.

"What's the matter, bud?"

"Can we pway supahewoes?" 

Your son shakes a worn Spiderman action figure in Jeongguk's face, his smile full of young bewilderment.

"Uhh.." Jeongguk turns his head to glance up at you. 

He absolutely does not miss the way that you smirk, clearly finding humor in your current predicament that Jeongguk himself sorely lacks.

"What about Uncle Yoongi? Can't he play with you?"

"Nuh-uh. He gone nap-nap. N'I can't find Eomma!"

Jeongguk swallows his sigh, briefly thumbing through a rolodex of suitable excuses within his mind. When he comes up short, he gnaws against his bottom lip and opts instead to admit defeat.

"Okay, buddy. Give me five minutes and I'll be right out, okay?"

"Yay!" 

From your position pressed flush against the cold shower wall, you can hear your son bounce up and down from excitement. After a brief victory cheer, he quickly darts out of the bathroom and leaves you alone with your partner once more.

"So… Good call on asking Yoongi to babysit for us to give us some alone time, huh?"

Jeongguk rolls his eyes as soon as he springs back up onto his feet.

"Yeah, Yeah. Even a golden maknae is wrong every once in a while."

Brushing his thumb over your fuchsia colored cheekbone, Jeongguk pulls you forward into a sickeningly sweet open-mouthed kiss. His tongue lalves a brief signature against your own; just enough to leave you sizzling all afternoon long.

"We'll pick this back up later, okay?"

You sigh happily, bringing a hand up to stroke across the spun sugar sting of your lips.

"It's a date."

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[fmdruan]

cherry pop ! — jun’s summer playlist.

summer was always her favorite season. as a kid, spent on the island her mother grew up on — lazing around in the sun, listening to the waves with just a hint of thunderstorms in the distance ( a worry for later ) and feet in the warm sand, left to her own devices for hours at a time. even with those days long past, being reunited with a similar environment has her in her old habits, focusing on the bright moments, not the dark. light melodies lead into heavier tunes, to finish out with upbeat tracks to keep her positive — a rollercoaster of different elements, much like the summers by the sea she remembers.

i. cherry pop - aoa lipstick ii. juice - lizzo  iii. hillside boys - kim petras iv. boy with luv - bts origin ft halsey v. woke up late - drax project ft hailee steinfeld vi. ride on the wind - kard element  vii. feels right - carly rae jepsen viii. shake it - sistar  ix. imposible - luis fonzi & ozuna x. only you - little mix  xi. i like it - sistar xii. saturday nights - khalid xiii. playinwitme - kyle ft kehlani  xiv. run away with me - carly rae jepsen  xv. all night - snsd lipstick 

[durifmdarchived]

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sunshine radiating off the calm, crashing waves is the perfect summer day. you feet hit the sand and burn because the sun above. the smell of sunscreen lathered against sun to protect from the dangerous rays, radiating down upon earth. there’s something about days like these that remind duri of his trips back to incehon, staying with his grandparents that were just steps away from the beach and ocean. to duri, summer is getting to be on the beach. summer is high energy, just like the songs on this playlist.

001. why ⏤ taeyeon.  002. love u ⏤ chungha. 003. touch my body ⏤ sistar bee. 004. summer dream ⏤ elris. 005. good luck ⏤ aoa. 006. hot summer ⏤ f(x). 007. hola hola ⏤ kard element. 008. island ⏤ winner. 009. see sea ⏤ hyolyn. 010. feedback ⏤ ladies’ code. 011. moon ⏤ jonghyun. 012. paradise ⏤ hellovenus gal.actic. 

[holy-kpop-hoe]

Yet Another Tag Game (just because)

Nickname: Some people call me Doc, others Nênê or Nês, and others even Mom lol :)

Height: 1,72m or 5ft 7

The last movie I saw: Along With the Gods: The Last 49 Days (PLEASE WATCH IT)

Favorite game(s): Really like The Sims 4, Uncharted, any Telltale game, Until Dawn, inFamous, The Witcher 3, Outlast

Song stuck in my head: Touch My Body by SISTAR

Do I get asks: no. I’m a flop

Other blogs: I have a main blog @itsdynamo1998

Following: a lot of people. I used to keep notifs on but not anymore. I prefer to scroll through my dashboard.

Lucky number: no idea but I like the 3

What I’m wearing: red shit, black pant and snickers, blue jacket.

Dream job: Translator

Favorite food: pizza and bacalhau com natas. Also strawberries.

Dream trip: There’s a lot of places I would love to visit, but my main for now is Korea.

Play any instruments: nope

Languages: Portuguese (native), fluent in English. Understand Spanish, French and a lil bit of Italian. I’ve been studying Korean for some time now, but still very basic (Seriously thinking of also starting to learn Japanese). Will start learning and studying Chinese in college next year.

Favorite song: I love all kind of songs, from many different artists and genres. But one song that really moves me since I was lil is Bohemian Rhapsody by Queen.

Random fact: I can read really fast, scanning long texts to easily find the parts I want, without having to really read the whole thing.

Aesthetic things: The sound of rain falling, the waves crashing into the sand, the smell of the sea, the smell and looks of good food right out of the oven, the scent of a new book, velvet blankets, and camomile tea.

Tagging: No idea who to tag, be my guest. Tag me if you do.

[bichui-archive]

if you're still doing these, 8? ✨

hi nemeth hehe yes I am thank U for this one +_+

8. three songs that remind you most of summer and vacation

MA BOY BY SISTAR19 CLKWEJIRWERLJK OK listen….I love n miss sistar they always put out the BEST summer music which is why Im dreading this one cos they are no longer with us…this entire question could be answered with their songs but I especially love this one hyorins voice has always sounded so summery to me too I think its the breathy way she sings it reminds me of lemonade + bora really brings out the banger quality of this song this is the perfect subunit…kitty kat by beyonce + this remix of it by cavalier? I think are very sand beachy to me, I listened to this a lot one summer bc it was one of the only 50 songs on my fone when I had no other music sources so thats another association. cinderella step by daoko  this girls voice is so cute n this specific song makes me think of just walking outside when its very sunny but not disgustingly hot I listen to it a lot when Im in a moving mood

[musicfordinner]

Hi!

I felt like returning to music blogging and microblogging because I am slowly losing my mind in quarantine and need to channel some of my energy.

As a person who consumes all types of music all day long and who’s had numerous music blogs before, including the infamous now-defunct Toronto music blog: theblanketreviewer.com (RIP: 2009-2016) — I'm no stranger to geeking out about all sorts of tunes at any time of the day or night. I’m also no stranger to a fucking run-on sentence, or a curse word.. so if those things bother you. 🤷🏾‍♀️ — can’t help you, sis!

Anyway, my name is Chantel Nx Nouseforaname.. but that’s not important at the moment — I want to talk about what I like so that we can enter this weird winding rabbit hole together.

When it comes to music, I like everything. It’s funny because I know that you read that and you rolled your eyes... Most people roll their eyes when people say that they like “everything” re: music, so that’s a natural reaction.

When I say that I like everything, what I mean is that —in childhood I came to discover that I love sound, melody, and harmony in all its forms. I love the brutality and the onslaught of certain music. I love soulful sounds. I love passionate sounds, and pensive lyrical content.

I love so many genres intensely, and yes — eventually we’ll get into what kinds.. blah blah blah. I’m by no means a purist tho. I am not a record-keeping, crate-digging, must-keep-my-collection-pristine-buy-everything-on-vinyl kind of woman. Although I love those people; I ain’t got time for that process. I’m a nerd. I love tech and the fact that I can stream anything. It thrills me that I can listen to any diverse thing I want to listen to in the snap of a finger. Yes, it harms the industry, etc etc. No, I’m not going to get political here because this ain’t that kind of blog my guy. Plus, the creations of these systems that harm and steal from artists, is not my black girl fault. If anything, I want to bring more eyes and more streams and more purchases to artists. I just want to enjoy my music and listening experience.

I live for the fact that I can hear a new record by a known unknown from my hood in the middle of the night... on new release night! Shout out to all the local Toronto artists doing it big! Ahhh, I miss shows.. and I miss seeing these local artists, ugh! FUCKING QUARANTINE!!!! I digress... I love that I can go from Downchild Blues Band to Aphex Twin to Sistars to Einaudi to Steel Pulse to Junius to Nusrat Ali Khan and Leontyne Price in a couple clicks .. it makes me excited, it titillates me. I won’t apologize for going on a world tour with this streaming shit!

Alright, alright — that’s enough for a first post. I’m giving it all up without giving you anything to listen to and I have so much to share. ✨

I also like to read just as much as I love to listen to music and you can find me writing about some of the books I love and sharing some reading notes at @thingsreadinthedark / which I’ll cross-post with to here and from here to there yadda yadda from time to time. If you want to catch me on them Goodreads tips, you can find me on GR right here.

Your girl got that hyperactivity condition so um... look for lots of content in the future. Alright alright. ✨

Yo, I can’t leave this first post in my sound diary without a track shared. Here’s something that was giving me life today.

Dark and spacey with some aerated vocals and a scatter of standing-outside-the-club-looking-in emotional breakbeats, I wanted to climb into this song like I was stepping into a warm bath and lay tf down. I wanted this song to cover me like the sand in that Sponge Bob gif. The one below👇🏾. Anyway, I love the song, Kllo did that!!

Catch me again. ✌️🏾

[namjoonfmd]

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under the moonlit sky is a playlist filled with much calmer, sadder songs to fill your ears for whenever you’re under the moonlit sky and need to just get away from reality for a little bit.

song listing:

1. unsteady by x ambassadors - mama, come here. approach, appear. daddy, i’m alone, 'cause this house don’t feel like home. if you love me, don’t let go. 2. lonely by sistar bee - we used to be close like toast and butter. closer than close but suddenly we got cold. the atmosphere is always cold. getting mad, yelling, like waves crashing. 3. sweet dreams by beyoncé - clouds filled with stars cover your skies and I hope it rains. you're the perfect lullaby. what kinda dream is this? 4. skyline to by frank ocean - underneath moon light now, pretty fucking. sunrising, sand, comes a morning, haunting us with the beams. so it ain't as far as it used to be. 5. make believe by astronaut husband - my head goes wandering through the streets, inviting strangers to my sleep. they're in my dreams, they're screaming still but my mind hasn't changed and it never will. 6. ghost in the wind by birdy - do you remember when we were young? when i was terrified, you were by my side. now you're gone I have nowhere to run, no place that I belong. 7. stay by blackpink - in your expressionless face, that’s getting more and more dull. i whisper to the mirror, “let’s slowly let this go.” 8. miracles in december by exo knight - then i started to see things i couldn’t see, hear things i couldn’t hear. because after you left, i received a power i didn’t have before. 9. silhouette by owl city - the fire i began, is burning me alive. but i know better than to leave and let it die. i'm a silhouette asking every now and then is it over yet? will i ever feel again? 10. the climb by miley cyrus - there's always gonna be another mountain, i'm always gonna wanna make it move. always gonna be a uphill battle, sometimes i'm gonna have to lose. 11. nightingale by demi lovato - can you be my nightingale? sing to me i know you're there. you could be my sanity, bring me peace, sing me to sleep. 12. spring day by bts origin - it’s only winter here. even in August, winter is here. my heart makes time run, like a snowpiercer left alone. i wanna hold your hand and go to the other side of the earth. 13. make a wish by gugudan - with a smiley face, in a crude voice, you shake me. my wish is you. no one knows that my wish is you, instead of stupid lips, my eyes tell me that i want to have you. 14. i’ll pick you up by standing egg - your normally bright face, why is it so dark today? you are the sweet rain that fell in my dry heart. today more than yesterday, tomorrow more than today. if i only have you, i’ll brightly smile.

[afrorojo]

    Listen For My Name

  If I had Listened for my Name I would have heard the Sweet Silent Saint Speaking & Calling of Destiny beyond my Brittle Brain.  I am a series of abandoned places and misplaced faces turning, churning learning.

If I had Listened for My Name I would have escaped the Family Plot and Indecent Mausoleum that keeps my bones on ice.  Dust would not have gathered in splotches and griefs within crevasses of spirit and soul.

If I had Listened For My Name my world would burst forth, setting free oceans of galaxies. Seas of synchronicity.

If I had Listened For My Name I would not have signed away my hopes and dreams into obligations and duties.

I would not be a lost one looking for a home.  Sequoias and sand bid me entrance. Forest and Green Hills bid me Welcome.

That voice though unintelligible yet distinct was getting louder and more insistent on being heard.

I a Scavenger of Blues  spread stardust seeds from journey seeking the Traveler.  An impenetrable Limbo foggy and heavy misty prior to a storm.  So difficult that staying afloat feels like drowning. My views are behind a steel cage.

The Storm arrives to clear the air.

Muddled Dreams and Visions receive clarification when passing through hurricanes and tornadoes.

For I am Most Awake When Dreaming.

  Life Beyond, Behind and Through Green Cauls

  Copious amounts of letters, alphabets, symbols and gibes fell to the floor.  Some fell into gestures others were barely held together by periods, adjectives, commas, semi-colons, verbs and apostrophes.  Weak chain links that were often smashed into derpish grins.

  My Muse sprinkled the fallens with Holy Water and Anointing Oil keeping rigor mortis from settling in.  Here and There Muse Traveler plants and picks, prunes and shears. Preparing the landscape.

Mystic + Muse Join Forces with the Traveler Leading the Way Home.

My Name is planted deeply within foraging for nourishment.  Perpetuating eternal root systems

Once again I must Pray my Unconscious into Being.

  This prose poem inspired by My Ghana SiStar and Sister-Friend  Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia 

https://amoafowaa.com/2018/01/26/if-i-had-listened-to-maame-crazy-stanzas/

  https://amoafowaa.com/2018/01/27/%E2%80%8Bwhat-you-dont-see/

    L Train Views & Vistas from Broadway Junction

                        Listen for My Name Listen For My Name If I had Listened for my Name I would have heard the Sweet Silent Saint Speaking & Calling of Destiny beyond my Brittle Brain. 

[unclassifiedsenpai]

EXO in Game of Thrones Houses

Minseok, of House Mormont of Bear Island.

Lu Han, House Tyrell of Highgarden

Yifan, Heir to the Valyrian Throne, from House Targeryen. 

Junmyeon, Lord of Riverrun, House Tully. 

Yixing, Maester of the Citadel

Baekhyun of the Free Folk Beyond-the-Wall.

Chanyeol, heir to the Iron Throne, of House Baratheon.

Jongdae, the Faceless Man of the House of Black and White.

Kyungsoo, heir to the Salt Throne, House Greyjoy of the Iron Islands

Zitao, Sand Bastard of the House of Martell, Sunspear.

Jongin, Sand Bastard of the House Martell, Sunspear.

Sehun, youngest heir to Casterly Rock, of the House Lannister.

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[cornellwnz785-blog]

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[naturalista4me]

April 2, 2017 I attended a retreat on Tybee Island. This retreat was life changing for me as I met some beautiful spirits. I didn’t know exactly what to expect so I went without any expectations. I must say it was so worth it.

In keeping it completely real with you’ll, I almost canceled. Things were not quite lining up for me the closer it got to time to leave for the retreat but my husband told me that I should go and stop trying to talk myself out of going. Talking myself out of doing things for myself is so easy to do but I am working on that. I have to stop feeling guilty about taking care of me. You can pour into others all day but you have to pour into yourself as well.

One of my friends also attended the retreat so the weeks leading up to it was interesting. We were trying to figure out what we should or should not take. We where provided a list of what to bring but as women we must always be so extra. Ok, maybe not all but we did put a lot of thought into what we should wear and even did a little shopping.

I ended up just purchasing the yoga gear needed for the retreat and my friend bought me a dress in which I didn’t wear but will save for a later time. Surprisingly I packed light.

We arrived to our destination early so we decided to head to the beach and wait until it was time to meet up with the other sisters. We hung out on the beach for awhile, took pictures and watched the waves. We didn’t get into the water. My friend wanted to run in but decided not to as we did not want to meet up with the other ladies soak and wet. They probably wouldn’t have cared but we had no idea what was on the agenda for the day.

Once it was time to meet with the other ladies, we proceeded to the gate of the area where we were staying. The gates opened and we were in! The first thing I noticed once inside the gate was all the nature and sand.

I am a true nature lover so that was enough to get me excited. We parked and met up with two ladies that were standing next to a common area building. They welcomed us and gave us some Florida Water to cleanse ourselves of negative energy. My friend and I conversed with the two ladies for awhile and eventually got our luggage and picked our beds.

After picking our beds, we waited in the common area/building for the other ladies to arrive.

During this time I was taking everything in. I could hear the birds and smell the water. I looked around and observed our surroundings and it was so peaceful.

We indulged in some delicious vegan cupcakes, fruit, zucchini bread and water. Who ever knew that eating healthy could be so delish! Our cuisine was vegetarian/vegan the whole retreat.

After getting our bellies full, my friend and I decided to go hang out by the water until everyone got there. We took a few selfies and conversed about life. Another lady joined us by the water and we conversed about food and the health benefits of certain foods or lack there of. She was so hilarious to me. The way she talked and her bubbly personality. This lady was the true definition of real. She says what is on her mind and I love it!

 More ladies began to join us throughout the day. My friend had wondered off to connect with the other ladies as I was doing the same. I eventually found her sitting on a dock with two other ladies. I joined them and watched as the water flowed beneath our feet and the crabs crawled in and out of the sand.

We stayed on the dock for awhile. By the time we left the dock, my feet were feeling wrinkly. 

We eventually all met in one place to enjoy dinner and converse.

We had a very emotional night as we surrounded a campfire. We were told to write down on a piece of paper what it is we would like to release from ourselves so that we can move forward and we threw that paper in the fire. Afterwards, we talked about other things and it definitely brought tears to my eyes because I am personally working on some blockages.

  My sisters embraced me. The love I received was amazing. These ladies did not even know me long yet they expressed so much love to me.

After eating smores and conversing by the campfire we turned in for the night.

  We stayed in a dorm room setting which I thought was perfect for us. It wasn’t so big that we could drift off into our own little worlds. It was the perfect size for us to be close to each other. This allowed us to talk to one another and feel more connected due to the closeness.

We woke up early the next day and headed to the beach for sunrise yoga and followed up with Zumba. The instructor was awesome! I had a lot of fun working out. The yoga was very peaceful and I felt as though I had released something from me that was very heavy after doing yoga. I felt lighter.

@zumbakatiee

After zumba we headed back to our common area and ate breakfast.

  Towards the end of the retreat, I purchased a green tea bath scrub from @fearlesslylovingyouryoni and I have used it already. My skin feels amazing!

This retreat was so needed. There was healing, spending time with nature, bonding, support, healthy food, networking, building friendships and so much more. These ladies definitely have a special place in my heart.

I have always said that I needed more in my life. I needed change when it came to my social circle. I needed siSTARS who could support me when I am down and congratulate me when I am up.

My vision board is manifesting!

I am so glad that I took this retreat! I feel renewed. I returned back to my hometown ready to continue my journey with a different mindset. It is time ladies to go beyond our circumstances. It is time……It all starts with YOU.

  Music credits:  http://www.bensound.com

@fearlesslylovingyouryoni

My Retreat To Fearlessly Loving Your Yoni Presents Rose Quartz Yoni Egg On Tybee Island April 2, 2017 I attended a retreat on Tybee Island. This retreat was life changing for me as I met some beautiful spirits.

[unclassifiedsenpai]

GOT7 in Game of Thrones Houses

Lord Mark, Warden of the North, House Stark of Winterfell.

Jaebum, Master of Coin in the Small Council, of House Lannister

Jackson, King of the Andals and the First Men, of House Baratheon. 

Jinyoung, Master of Whisperers in the Small Council, of House Tyrell, Highgarden

Youngjae, Knight of the City Watch, of House Baratheon.

Bambam, Sand Bastard of House Martell, Sunspear.

Yugyeum, only surviving heir from House Arryn of the Eyrie.

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