#soothing meditation music here I come

[brasideios]

One of those mornings where I’ve woken up feeling like I’ve been running on the spot, pumped for action, ready to fight anyone and everyone for no reason whatsoever. No fight is likely or desirable.

Excited to sit down with the bookkeeping I’m expected to do today in this frame of mind, see how that goes. I’m sure it’ll be fantastically easy 😂

[sergeantbarnessdoll]

I have a small idea and I think your writing is always amazing. So y/n has a crush on Bucky but he doesn't know. He opens up about having nightmares one time in conversation and she says she has lots of ideas (yoga, meditation, music, dancing, massage, reading the hobbit to bucky, doing skin care etc) and begins this whole ordeal of trying to get rid of buckys nightmares. She places a huge teddy bear outside his door one night as she knows he sometimes leaves his room after having nightmares. Sometimes she'll leave her perfume on things and he begins to get attached. Eventually it's suggested they cuddle and bucky confesses his feelings?? I don't know.. It's just a thought.

Ways To Help » Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier

Pairings: Avenger!Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Female Reader

Summary: You come up with ways to help Bucky with his nightmares.

Warnings: Fluff, language, cuddling, kissing, use of pet names

A/N: Thank you for requesting @teddybearbucky 🩵

Written on my phone. I’m sorry for any mistakes.

Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier

GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators. I found it on Pinterest.

“Good morning, Sarge!” You chirped with a smile.

“Morning.” Bucky mumbles loud enough for you to hear.

He sat down at the table in the kitchen in the Avengers Compound and put his head in his hands, sighing loudly. You looked at him and frowned.

“Are you ok?” You asked with concern in your voice.

“I didn’t sleep well last night.” He says.

“This might help.” You say, putting a cup of coffee in front of him.

“Thanks.” He sighs, taking a sip of it.

You sat down next to him with your own cup of coffee. You could see the dark circles under Bucky’s eyes.

“Did you have a bad dream last night?” You asked.

“That’s one way to put it.” Bucky looks down at the coffee in the cup. “I don’t want to unload my problems onto you.” He says.

“I know I’m new here, but you’re more than welcome to tell me anything. I’m a good listener.” You say.

Bucky thought about it for a moment before looking at you.

“I have nightmares.” He starts. “Nightmares from what I done as the Winter Soldier. The blood, the screams, it’s still there.” He says.

“That wasn’t you, Bucky.” You put a comforting hand on his arm. “Nothing was in your control then. You don’t need to feel guilty for something you didn’t do.” You say softly.

“I know, but it’s still there and it won’t go away.” He says.

“If you want, I can come up with ways to help you.” You suggested.

“You’d do that for me?” He asks.

“Of course I would!” You smiled. “I consider us friends. Friends help each other out, don’t they?” You say.

“I suppose they do.” He says with a smile.

You smiled and kissed his stubbly cheek before going to the gym and train. Bucky sat at the table in curiosity, curious to know what you’re going to come up with to help him with his nightmares. Later that day at night, you knocked on Bucky’s bedroom door and he opened it, stepping aside to let you in.

“What’d you come up with?” Bucky asks curiously as he closed the door.

“I thought we’d start off with something easy. Like reading. Do you have any books?” You asked.

Bucky went in his closet and dug around in a box, finding what he was looking for. He walked out of the closet and handed you the book.

“Feel free to call me a nerd, but this is all I have.” He says, handing you the book.

You read the title of the book, The Hobbit. You continued to look at the book, admiring how old it is.

“I read it in 1937 when it first came out.” He says.

His cheeks turned red in embarrassment, thinking that you would think he’s a nerd for reading something like that.

“I don’t think you’re a nerd.” You looked at him. “I think it’s cute.” You say, smiling at him.

You and Bucky got on his bed and got under the blanket. Bucky listened to every word you read, loving the sound of your voice. It soothed him. About halfway through the book, he fell asleep. You bookmarked the page you left off on and put it on his nightstand. You kissed his forehead and carefully got out of bed, trying your best to not wake him up and went to your own bedroom and went to sleep. Around 3am, you woke up to the sound of someone knocking on your bedroom door. You got out of bed and opened it to see Bucky on the other side. You stepped aside to let him in your room.

“Bucky, are you ok?” You asked.

Bucky shook his head no. You took in his appearance and noticed that he was shirtless, sweaty, his hair was messy, and his breathing was heavy.

“Breath.” You say softly.

Bucky watched as you took a deep breath in and exhaled. He copied your breathing pattern till his breathing was back to normal.

“Nightmare?” You asked, sitting down on your bed.

“Yea.” Bucky sighs, sitting down next to you. “Reading didn’t work.” He says, his voice laced with disappointment.

You two sat in silence for a moment when something came to your mind. Something that helped you when you were a kid.

“Come with me.” You say, standing up.

“Where are we going?” Bucky asks, following you down the hall.

“To the kitchen.” You say, pushing the button.

The elevator dinged and you two got on it. You pushed the button to the kitchen. The elevator dinged again and you two got off of it. Bucky watched curiously as you rummaged through the cabinets for something.

“What are you looking for?” He asks.

“Hot chocolate.” You say.

“Why?” He asks.

“It’s something that my mom you give me when I was a kid when I had bad dreams.” You explained.

You found the hot chocolate and grabbed two packets, along with two mugs. You made the hot chocolate and gave Bucky one of them and sat down at the kitchen table.

“Ok, so reading didn’t work…” You start, taking a sip of your hot chocolate. “How do you feel about yoga?” You asked, looking at him.

“It’s too girly to me.” He says.

“Ok. Umm…” You continued to think. “What about meditation?” You asked.

“Not my thing.” He says, taking a sip of his hot chocolate.

“Alright. What about…” You thought harder. “Music?” You asked.

“Sounds interesting to me. Let’s do it.” He says.

You and Bucky drank your hot chocolates before going back to his bedroom.

“I don’t have anything for music.” He says.

“That’s ok. We can use my phone.” You went to the music app on your phone. “What kind of music do you like?” You asked.

“I like 40s music.” He tells you.

You looked up 40s music and played the first song that popped up. You placed your phone on Bucky’s nightstand and sat down on his bed. You looked up to see Bucky holding his right hand out to you.

“Let’s dance.” Bucky says.

“I don’t know how to dance.” You say, feeling your cheeks heat up in embarrassment.

“That’s ok. I’ll teach you.” He says with a smile.

You smiled and put your hand in his and stood up. Bucky wrapped his vibranium arm around your waist and pulled you closer to him, making your breath hitch in your throat. Your heart fluttered in your chest.

“Just move with me and you’ll be fine.” Bucky says softly.

You and Bucky swayed to the music. Your stomach erupted with butterflies when you felt Bucky’s vibranium hand gently rub up and down your back.

“You know…” Bucky breaks the silence. “You’re a really amazing friend.” He tells you. “You’re definitely my most gorgeous friend.” He says in a flirty tone.

“Y-You think I’m gorgeous?” You asked, stuttering.

“Yes.” He says with a smile.

You couldn’t help but blush uncontrollably. Your eyes began to droop and you laid your head on his chest. Bucky sensed it and shut off the music.

“Let’s get you to bed, doll.” He says softly.

Bucky picked you up bridal style and carried you to your bedroom, gently laying you down on your bed.

“Shouldn’t I be the one helping you sleep, not the other way around?” You asked, giggling.

“I’m just returning the favor.” He says with a smile.

Bucky shut your bedroom light off before walking out of your room and went back to his own room. Over the next few weeks, you and Bucky have gotten closer. You two know each other better than you guys did a few weeks ago. Saying you two are best friends now is a statement. Plus, Bucky hasn’t been having nightmares as much as he used to.

You placed a big teddy bear in front of Bucky’s closed bedroom door and sprayed your perfume on it. The elevator dinged and you quickly were to your bedroom and closed the door before he seen you. Bucky stopped in his tracks when he seen the teddy bear. He slowly approached it, slightly suspicious. He dropped his suspicions when he got a whiff of perfume. He automatically knew the scent of perfume. It’s the scent you wear on a daily. He picked the teddy bear up and opened his bedroom door, placing it on the floor against the wall.

“Hey, Bucky!” You say, smiling widely.

“Hey, doll.” Bucky says, not as enthusiastic as you.

You frowned as you watched his vibranium hand rub his right shoulder.

“Did something happen to your shoulder?” You asked with concern in your voice.

“I think I pulled a muscle or something while training earlier.” He says, slightly wincing in pain.

“I can give you a massage if you want.” You suggested.

“Would you?” He asks.

“Of course I would!” You smiled. “Like I said, friends help friends out.” You say.

“You really are a doll.” Bucky kisses your cheek. “I’m going to take a shower before that massage.” He says before walking away.

You stood there frozen with butterflies fluttering in your stomach and blush creeping up on your cheeks. After a few seconds, you closed your eyes and shook your head before going to your room. A little bit later, Bucky knocked on your bedroom door and you gave him permission to come in.

“Take a seat.” You say, patting the bed in front of you.

Bucky sat down on your bed while you sat on your knees behind him. You rubbed his right shoulder, applying pressure. Bucky quickly relaxed with your touch.

“You give amazing massages.” Bucky sighs. “You have really soft hands.” He compliments.

“Thank you.” You say, smiling.

Bucky couldn’t see your face, but you’re blushing uncontrollably behind him. The compliments he gives you and the kisses on the cheeks he been giving you lately has been making you blush more than you normally do.

“You know…” He speaks up. “I know you’re the one who put that teddy bear outside of my bedroom.” He says.

“How- How do you know it’s me and not Natasha or Wanda?” You asked, stuttering.

“Natasha and Wanda don’t wear floral scented perfume.” He says.

You went quiet and felt your cheeks heat up. Bucky turned around to face you, seeing that your face is red.

“Why didn’t you tell me that you have a crush on me, doll?” He asks, looking deep in your eyes.

“We were getting to know each other so well that I didn’t want to ruin our friendship.” You say, looking down at your lap.

His vibranium hand caressed your cheek, his thumb gently rubbing against your skin, making you shiver. What Bucky did next surprised you. He leaned in, placing his lips on yours and kissed you passionately and sweetly. His lips felt soft against yours. It felt like everything around you guys was in slow motion and sparks were flying. It was everything you imagined. When Bucky pulled away, you were left breathless.

“Holy shit…” You say breathlessly.

Bucky couldn’t help but lightly laugh at your cuteness.

“How about we cuddle for the rest of the night.” Bucky suggests.

“I like the sound of that.” You say softly, smiling at him.

You and Bucky laid back on your bed and covered yourselves up with a blanket. You turned your TV on and put a movie on. You laid your head on Bucky’s chest. Your fingers played with Bucky’s dog tags while his vibranium hand rubbed your back soothingly.

“Just so you know…” Bucky breaks the silence. “I have a crush on you.” He says.

“You like me?” You asked, looking up at him.

“I thought I was making it pretty obvious for you when I complimented you and gave you cheek kisses.” He says.

“I thought you were just being friendly.” You say.

“Do friends do this?” He asks, kissing you again.

“No.” You giggled against his lips.

“Then that makes us more than friends.” He says.

“I’m completely fine with that.” You say.

“Me too.” He says, softly pecking your lips.

🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵

-Bucky’s Doll

[tears-of-amber]

Hearth & Home Witchcraft That I've Learned

One of the biggest things that stands out to me when reading about hearth & home witchery is that everyday items are considered magical. Everyday moments, tasks, and chores as well. Its a beautiful way to live, if you really think about it. Big rituals are great, but as someone who is disabled, they rarely are doable. Here is a list of Hearth & Home Witchcraft Tips that i actually practice.

-Enchant a blanket by embroidering a sigil in the corner and using its color correspondences for your needs. It also helps me feel shielded from negative energy during meditation.

-Play music that makes you feel safe and AT HOME. This is almost like grounding, but also can be cleansing to the environment and especially the listeners. For me, its smooth jazz. The chill sound of the standup bass and the wandering piano notes that always seem to find their way to a comfortable key... its soothing to my soul.

-Talk to and about your home (kindly). So often its easy to complain about your living space. How you wish it looked or functioned differently. The house (in my belief) hears you. Treat it with kindness and gratitude for the shelter it provides. I say thank you to the house spirits and my home every morning.

-Find a convenient home protection ritual to do each month. I say convenient because if you overcomplicate things you'll feel less enthusiastic and less motivated to do it, and might even skip several months.

-Make a home cleansing spray using essential oils mixed with an appropriate amount of moon water. I like using a few drops of lemon, rosemary, lavender, and cinnamon. DO NOT spray this in the vicinity of your pets. I only use this spray in rooms where there arent any animals, to avoid complications with their health.

-Wash your bedding as often as you can and say a short incantation before you put it in the wash. It could go something like this. "I cleanse this bedding of all negative energy, from bad dreams, and from and all stress." Sleep is so important to your sense of safety and wellbeing at home.

-Open the damn windows when you can! Stagnant energy is known for dragging down people's moods. And there's nothing quite as uplifting as fresh air. This provides a healthy flow to your house's energy.

-Don't bring things in your home unless you want to incorporate their energy into your environment. This is something that's often overlooked. I especially advise heavy consideration when it comes to thrifting items and bringing them home. Try practicing sensing the energy of items so you can easily tell whats good to bring home and whats not. Thrifting is great! Im not discouraging it btw.

-Fresh flowers work miracles. Not only do they aesthetically brighten the room, but their correspondences and magical properties apply to the room that they're in. Sunflowers are a great example of a flower that encourages positivity, and are extremely affordable to get lots of them. Roses are a bit more expensive usually, but they invite that loving vibe. And African irises are great for psychic enhancement.

Thats all for this post! Reblog it if you found it helpful, or have any of your own cool practices for hearth & home witchcraft to share!

[tarotofhope]

PAC: ♫ What is the Importance of Music in your Life? ♫

(Please Read My Pinned post *IMPORTANT NOTE* before selecting a Pile)

Pick an Image by meditating and selecting the image you feel called to. You can be attracted towards more than 1 image. If you are not able to select maybe this reading isn't for you.

𝄞 Pile 1

Cards: The Emperor, The Hierophant Rev. clarified by The Knight of Swords, Ace of Wands, 6 of Cups, The Empress.

Welcome to your reading, Pile 1. You could be listening to music for encouragement and upliftment so it could be motivational songs or therapeutic music such as white noise, lofi songs, slow romantic or sad songs, asmr audios or videos, or any kind of soothing music. This could be because you have some mental trauma or you have been hurt. You could also like metal, punk rock or rap songs. You could also be someone who likes to dance a lot or is a good dancer. For some of you here, your taste in music could be bad according to people, you might be getting negative remarks from some people about your playlist or I'm also getting this very specifically that some of you could be listening to religious music which do not belong to your religion/community, so again, people of your community/religion might be taunting you for this. You might be the one to share your favorite songs or playlist or suggest your favorite band to your friends or people who might be unaware of certain awesome music.

That's all I got for you, my dear Pile 1.

Love, light, peace and hope to you..🌸🍁🌻🌼

𝄞 Pile 2

Cards: The Chariot, 10 of Pentacles, 4 of Swords Rev. clarified by 3 of Swords, King of Pentacles and Justice.

Welcome to your reading, Pile 2. Do you guys feel abandoned and lonely? I'm also getting that there could be a personal problem related to your family/close ones because your choice of music is highly related to this. I mean to say, you could be listening to songs which have an emotional depth, very strong, heart-piercing and fulfilling, where you relate your emotions, where you feel seen, heard and valued. You could also be someone who just couldn't travel without listening to music, you always have a earpiece or a headphone on. You believe you just can't function without music. Dancing might not be much your thing. You could be someone who's a fan of some band or a group which has a family like bonding rather than just being together for work sake, because you could be someone who craves deep bonding and connections yourself. You use music like an escape mechanism from your harsh reality. You could be someone who goes to sleep listening to slow and sad songs. You also get very annoyed when you're too busy in work and you just can't take some time out to listen to songs.

That's all I got for you, my dear Pile 2.

Love, light, peace and hope to you..🌸🍁🌻🌼

𝄞 Pile 3

Cards: Ace of Pentacles, King of Cups, 2 of Wands, The Devil clarified by Queen of Swords, The Empress Rev clarified by Strength, Queen of Pentacles.

Welcome to your reading, Pile 3. You could be someone who's very creative and talented when it comes to music or music/dancing could be your hobby and you're trying to polish your skills. I'm getting that you're someone who earns through music or has a strong desire to convert their music hobby/talent into a profession and you're very serious about it. Some of you could already be famous singers and musicians and are very popular while some of you could be struggling musicians trying to showcase their talent on social media or by travelling to different places, participating in competitions here and there. For some of you, this talent/hobby of yours is not supported by your family so you still went on with it and took your chances, you stood for yourself bravely, so even this might be a struggle. For you guys, music is food for your soul, you find your strength in it. For those who are not being supported, music has always filled up the void for you(for the lack of support and understanding), almost like an actual person. You think you were born to be a singer/musician/composer/lyricist/dancer and you can't live without it. You could mostly be listening to country, folk, pop, jazz or classical music.

That's all I got for you, my dear Pile 3.

Love, light, peace and hope to you..🌸🍁🌻🌼

𝄞 Pile 4

Cards: The Lovers, 9 of Wands, Temperance, 2 of Pentacles, 4 of Pentacles, Queen of Swords.

Welcome to your reading, Pile 4. You are someone who could be into romantic songs. You might like to dedicate songs to your romantic partner. You listen to songs because it balances your daily routine or hectic schedule. You might also listen to songs that talk about seeking revenge or talk about being cool, cold and sassy. This might be your way to get frustration out of your mind. You could be a very busy person so you listen to songs just to chill out and take a break from the stress, nothing more than that. You might really have to take some time out for a break maybe because you hardly get a break. You might also not be open to listening new songs. You might have a fixed routine as well as fixed choices when it comes to music. You are very picky and choosy when it comes to your taste in music. You might think that other people have a very weird taste in music and it might annoy you. For a few of you, you might be confused as to what kind of music you like or dislike, you don't have fixed choices, you might be very moody and listen to music less frequently. Some of you might like singing and dancing equally.

That's all I got for you, my dear Pile 4.

Love, light, peace and hope to you..🌸🍁🌻🌼

𝄞 Pile 5

Cards: The Magician, 7 of Pentacles clarified by 2 of Swords, 4 of Swords, Queen of Wands, King of Cups and 10 of Swords.

Welcome to your reading, Pile 5. You might be someone who listens to all kinds of music, all languages, traditional classic as well as western, from instrumentals to music box, asmr to lofi, party songs to devotional songs, etc. you listen to everything. You might also be very moody. You might be good at both, singing and dancing. When you're sitting idle and you're confused as to what to do, you think of doing different things(you might be very creative or multi-talented), but you end up listening to music. You need your peace of mind when you're indulging yourself into music, you don't listen music while doing other chores because you may mostly listen to music which makes you feel extreme emotions. You believe music can heal you. You always need your focus at one point, maybe you're not good at or don't like multi-tasking. A funny thing happened while shuffling for this pile, I have a little black kitten and he thought I was playing with him when I shuffled the cards, so he came and put his little paws on my cards and it's funny yet adorable how The Queen of Wands jumped out for this pile(I was using the Rider Waite deck), the queen has a black cat sitting right beside her feet. I was getting a very specific message with the black cat, that some of you may have a guilty pleasure or really love to listen to horror themes, horror music, creepy music box or you might also like creepy pasta, horror movies/shows/series/games/podcasts, horror/mystery novels.

That's all I got for you, my dear Pile 5.

Love, light, peace and hope to you..🌸🍁🌻🌼

Thank you so much for being here. I post PAC readings every Tuesday and Friday. Do love and support by reblogging, liking or following.

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[awkward-walking-potato]

Hey I absolutely love your fics and I was wondering if you could write a fic about Erik/magneto x reader and she has powers like pitch black but can’t control them and was tortured bc of them before the x men found her

I’ve had this idea for absolutely ages and would love to see how you write it :>

Comfort in the Darkness

The halls of Xavier’s mansion were quiet at night, the usual bustle of mutant life reduced to the soft hum of the building’s systems and the occasional creak of the ancient wood. Most of the residents were asleep, lost in dreams or, in some cases, nightmares. But you were wide awake.

Sleep had become a rare commodity since you had been rescued. Every time you closed your eyes, the memories came rushing back—dark, twisted things that made your stomach churn and your chest tighten. You had tried everything: reading, listening to music, even meditating as Jean had suggested, but nothing could chase away the shadows that haunted you.

Tonight, you had given up on the idea of sleep entirely. Wrapped in your blanket, you wandered through the mansion, hoping the familiar surroundings might bring some comfort. Eventually, you found yourself in the kitchen, your safe haven during sleepless nights.

The soft glow of the refrigerator light was oddly reassuring as you searched for something to take your mind off things. Your eyes landed on a tub of ice cream tucked away in the freezer. Ice cream had always been your guilty pleasure, a small comfort in a world that often seemed overwhelming.

You grabbed a spoon from the drawer and settled down at the counter, hoping the cool, sweet treat might soothe the anxiety gnawing at your insides. But even as you ate, the shadows within you stirred, the darkness that was part of you, yet something you couldn’t control.

You didn’t hear the door open, too lost in your thoughts to notice the figure that had quietly entered the kitchen.

“You should be asleep,” came a deep, familiar voice, the sound of it low and gentle in the stillness.

Startled, you looked up to see Erik Lehnsherr—Magneto—standing in the doorway. His expression was unreadable, but there was a softness in his eyes that you had come to associate with moments like this, when the world was quiet and it was just the two of you.

“I couldn’t sleep,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.

Erik didn’t say anything at first. Instead, he walked over to where you were sitting, his presence a calming force in the oppressive darkness of your thoughts. He glanced at the ice cream and the spoon in your hand, a faint smile playing on his lips.

“You’re not alone in that,” he murmured, pulling out a chair and sitting down beside you. “Many of us here have trouble finding peace at night.”

You nodded, knowing he was right. You had seen the signs in others—the haunted looks, the way some of them carried themselves as if they were constantly waiting for the next fight. The mansion was a sanctuary, but it couldn’t erase the past.

Erik’s gaze fell to the spoon in your hand, and with a small, almost imperceptible motion, he used his powers. The metal of the spoon shifted, reshaping itself with a quiet creak. When you looked down, the spoon was no longer a simple utensil—it had transformed into a delicate metal flower, its petals smooth and cool to the touch.

You stared at the flower, surprised by the gesture. “For me?” you asked, looking up at him.

Erik’s expression softened, his eyes meeting yours. “Yes,” he said simply, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. “A small gift, to remind you that there is beauty in your power, even when it feels uncontrollable.”

Tears welled up in your eyes, but you blinked them back, focusing on the flower instead. It was a reminder that even the most chaotic forces could be shaped into something beautiful, something meaningful. And Erik, more than anyone, understood that struggle.

“Thank you,” you whispered, clutching the flower to your chest as if it were a lifeline.

Erik reached out, his hand gently covering yours. The touch was warm, grounding you in the present. “You’ve been through more than anyone should have to endure,” he said quietly, his voice tinged with sadness. “But you are not alone anymore. You have people here who care about you, who will help you find control.”

His words wrapped around you like a blanket, soothing the frayed edges of your nerves. You hadn’t realized how much you needed to hear that, to be reminded that you were safe now, that you weren’t fighting this battle by yourself anymore.

As you sat there, the ice cream forgotten, Erik began to speak in his native language—German. His voice was low and melodic, the unfamiliar words flowing like a lullaby. You didn’t understand what he was saying, but it didn’t matter. The sound of his voice was enough, comforting and steady, a beacon in the dark.

The tension in your body slowly began to ease, the weight of exhaustion finally catching up with you. You leaned against Erik, your eyes growing heavy as the soothing rhythm of his voice lulled you closer to sleep.

Before long, you couldn’t fight it anymore. You drifted off, your head resting on Erik’s shoulder, the metal flower still clutched in your hand.

Erik noticed the moment your breathing evened out, your body going limp against his. He fell silent, his gaze softening as he looked down at you. For a long moment, he just sat there, letting you sleep against him, the rise and fall of your chest a small sign of peace after so much turmoil.

Carefully, so as not to wake you, Erik slipped one arm under your legs and the other around your back. With ease, he lifted you into his arms, cradling you against his chest. You stirred slightly, but didn’t wake, your face buried against his shoulder.

Erik carried you through the quiet halls of the mansion, his footsteps soft against the polished floors. When he reached your room, he nudged the door open with a gentle push of his power, stepping inside and making his way to your bed.

He laid you down gently, tucking the blankets around you with surprising tenderness. For a moment, he just stood there, watching you sleep, a faint smile on his lips. You looked so peaceful, so much younger when you weren’t burdened by the weight of your powers and your past.

He reached out, brushing a strand of hair from your face, his touch as light as a feather. “Schlaf gut,” he murmured in German, the words a soft wish for a peaceful night’s rest.

With one last look at you, Erik turned and left the room, closing the door quietly behind him. He would stay close tonight, just in case you needed him. You were safe now, and he intended to keep it that way.

[monratarot]

How will your love life be in July?(18+ edition) ,; (ง 🔥 ﾛ 🔥 )ง ;,

“They slipped briskly into an intimacy from which they never recovered” F. Scott Fitzgerald

Hello, everyone! Moni here🧚ε(´｡•᎑•`)っ 💕

Hello, everyone! Moni here🧚As I promised I will do a pack session reading for this month. As the results of the poll on my profile indicated that you guys want an 18+ reading for this month, here it is. Please meditate a little bit and then choose the pile you are mostly drawn to. ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

Since is a general reading, take only what resonates for you. Enjoy!ε(´｡•᎑•`)っ 💕

Pile 1 💖 Pile 2 💖 Pile 3💖

The above photos and dividers don't belong to me, credits to their respective owners.

Pile 1 - Wheel of of fortune, Justice, The world

You may find yourself exploring new sexual experiences and pushing boundaries in order to fulfill your desires. The world is your playground when it comes to satisfying your cravings and fantasies.

You may seek out new and exotic locations to ignite the passion in your love affairs.

Sexual relationships or encounters can be used as a means to gain political leverage or manipulate individuals in positions of power. This can involve exchanges of sexual favours for political influence or advancement, or using sexual relationships to sway the decisions or actions of politicians or other influential figures.

Laughing and giggling as you frolic in the water, feeling the cool, refreshing waves lap against your skin.

The sun beats down on you, warming your bodies as you embrace in a passionate kiss, the sensation of the water and the sand adding an extra layer of excitement to your already intense connection.

You trace your fingers along each other's bodies, sending shivers of pleasure dancing down your spines. Your hearts beat in perfect unison as you move together in a beautiful, sensual dance.

Lost in the moment, you lose track of time as the sun begins to set, casting a golden glow over your entwined bodies. The sound of the waves crashing against the shore is a soothing backdrop to your lovemaking, heightening the intimacy and passion between you.

As the night falls, you lay together on the soft sand, wrapped in each other's arms, feeling the warmth of your love radiating between you. The ocean waves lull you into a peaceful slumber, dreaming of future adventures and passionate encounters to come.

A legal marriage. Looking for an aesthetically pleasing or beautiful playmate. Sex with a lawyer, solicitor, judge, older partner, or foreigner. The legal aspects of sexuality. Divorce. Demanding conjugal rights. Finding a lover at a wedding or legal establishment.

Having a passionate love affair while on holiday or in a foreign country can be an exhilarating and intense experience. The excitement of being in a new and unfamiliar place can heighten emotions and desires, making the connection between two people even more intense.

The idea of meeting their desire or fulfilling their obsession with sex can be a thrilling experience. The act itself can be seen as deeply intimate and erotic, creating a sense of closeness and vulnerability between partners.

It is important to communicate openly and honestly with your partner about your desires and boundaries, and to always prioritize consent and mutual enjoyment. Enjoy exploring new experiences together and have fun in the process!

Thoughts of your person

Let's light some scented candles, play some soft music, and let the ambiance envelop us as we sink into luxury together. I want to pamper you with massages, tantalize your taste buds with delectable treats, and explore the depths of intimacy in a way that only two souls truly connected can. Let's lose ourselves in the moment, allowing ourselves to fully indulge in the sensory delights that surround us. Together, we will create a haven of opulence and intimacy, leaving all worries and stresses behind as we luxuriate in each other's presence. So let's savour every moment, cherish every touch, and revel in the pleasure of being together in this indulgent world we have created.

Pile 2 - The hermit, The tower, The fool

Abstinence. A secret lover. Masturbation. Renunciation. A secret passion or obsession for someone – secrets. Feeling alone.

As your favourite person is away, you find your favourite toy, the one that never fails to bring you to new heights of pleasure. As you slip into the warm water, you can feel the tension melting away from your body. You start to tease yourself, feeling the anticipation building with each touch. Your breath quickens as you finally give in, letting yourself be consumed by the waves of pleasure that wash over you.

You lose yourself in the moment, focusing solely on the sensations that are coursing through your body. The water around you only heightens the experience, making every touch feel more intense. You move with abandon, letting instinct guide you as you chase that elusive feeling of release.

Finally, as the waves of pleasure crash over you, you give in to the overwhelming sensation. You let out a moan of satisfaction, feeling the tension release from your body. You bask in the afterglow, reveling in the feeling of complete and utter bliss.

As you lay back in the water, your mind is at peace, your body is relaxed, and all that remains is a deep sense of contentment. This night of self-pleasure has been everything you hoped for and more. You close your eyes and drift off into a peaceful sleep, knowing that you are always capable of bringing yourself the pleasure you deserve.

This is your night of self-pleasure. You step into your sexy gear-made up of natural fibres. Nothing turns you on more than having a bath and feeling squeaky clean before… You open your bedside draw… the pink one?….”nooo”…The big black one?…”ummmm yessss”…

Sex with someone in the military. Discovering shocking aspects of a partner’s sexuality. Starting to know more about each other.

The excitement and anticipation of not knowing what awaits them only adds to the allure of the experience. It's a thrilling game of mystery and surprise, a chance to explore new boundaries and discover new pleasures together.

And as the weekend comes to a close, you both will have experienced something truly transformative. The bond between you will be stronger, the connection deeper, and the memories unforgettable. It will be a game changer, a moment that will forever be etched in your minds and hearts.

Sensually leading your Lover into the abyss of the unknown. Possible Lust. Powerful orgasm.

Wild sex. Acting out sexual fantasies.

Spontaneous sexual encounters. Casual sex.

Sex taken to new level. Sex toys. Sexually adventurous. Sexual liberation.

Thoughts of your person

I want to create an atmosphere of luxury and sensuality for us to enjoy together. I want every detail to be perfect, from the soft sheets on the bed to the delicious treats we share. I want to indulge in the pleasures of the senses with you, exploring new sensations and experiences together. And most importantly, I want to ensure that you are happy and fulfilled in every way. Your pleasure is my ultimate goal, and I will do whatever it takes to make sure you are satisfied and content. So let's immerse ourselves in this world of refinement and pleasure, and create unforgettable memories together.

Pile 3 - Death, The hierophant, Temperance

You start to uncover dark secrets that your partner kept hidden from you, realizing that the person you thought you knew was inscrutable and mysterious.

The choice of red leather lingerie under a trench coat implies a sense of power and seduction, while the act of stalking your lover suggests a deep emotional attachment and possibly unhealthy fixation.

In the midst of this intense and potentially destructive relationship, there may still be moments of clarity or realization that provide some sort of solace or understanding.

A picture of a tumultuous and transformative relationship, where desire and obsession drive the characters towards profound self-discovery and possibly redemption.

Your clothes? Red leather lingerie under a Trench Coat, turning up at his workplace. For the obsessed, you stalk your lover for the day. Sex is transformational.

Sex within marriage or teaching an inexperienced partner: It is important to communicate openly and honestly with your partner about your needs and desires in the bedroom. This can help enhance the experience for both partners and strengthen the bond between you.

It is important to consider the feelings and emotions of all parties involved before engaging in this type of activity.

You both spend the first day exploring the beautiful surroundings, taking long walks in nature and soaking in the peaceful atmosphere. In the evening, you light candles, play soft music, and enjoy a romantic dinner under the stars.

The next day, you opt for a couples massage and indulge in a relaxing spa session. You both take turns pampering each other with massages, nurturing each other's bodies and souls.

At night, you set up a cozy space with blankets and pillows, and spend hours cuddling and talking about your hopes, dreams, and fears. As the night progresses, you share intimate moments of passion and connection, deepening your bond and love for each other.

Lastly, you wake up early on the last day to watch the sunrise together, feeling grateful for the time spent in each other's company and the love shared during your spiritual retreat. You both leave feeling more connected, rejuvenated, and deeply in love.

There is a sense of excitement and spontaneity in the relationship, with both partners embracing the idea of trying new and adventurous things together.

The dynamic between the two individuals is intense and passionate, with a strong physical connection that fuels their desire for each other.

The union of opposites in this relationship can be both exhilarating and challenging, as the differences between the partners create a unique and intense connection. It is important for both individuals to find a balance and mutual understanding in order to sustain a healthy and fulfilling relationship.

Thoughts of your person

Let's forget about the outside world and focus solely on each other, basking in the warmth and comfort of our love. With each gentle touch and whispered word, let's deepen our connection and ignite the flames of passion that burn within us. In this cozy and intimate setting, let's share our deepest desires, fears, and dreams. So let's lose ourselves in the pure joy of being together, creating memories that will last a lifetime in this oasis of love and intimacy.

Let's light those candles, turn up the music, and let the magic of this moment envelop us as we sink into the depths of luxury and love. Together, we will create a paradise of indulgence and connection, where our hearts and souls are free to roam and explore in perfect harmony. Let's revel in the pleasure of being together, knowing that we are creating a lasting memory that will sustain us for a lifetime.

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You guys wanna know when the things I wished for, hoped for, visualized and manifested actually started to appear to me, to become my reality? When I understood and learned how to ENJOY THE PROCESS!

Let’s yap a bit… ;)

Us as immediate people in an immediate society end up focusing entirely on the results, we only see the things we wish for as results, as finish lines. What we fail to do is see the start line and the path that leads to the end.

I don’t want to sound corny, but it’s really all about that Hannah Montana movie song “The Climb”. We only think about how fast we will get there, how life will be when we get there, how happy it will be when we get there. Well, here’s the thing: if you’re not happy and grateful throughout the way, don’t even expect to be happy on the finish line. Our goals are not essentially what make us happy, they’re proofs of our capacity and work. What actually makes someone’s life happy and amazing, is the way that person behaves and conditions their mind WHILE chasing all of these dreams. It’s all about your methods, it’s all about your feelings, your reactions to the world, the way you act towards people. Don’t think you’ll be happy and achieve the greatest things when you live your life and answer to the world bitterly, in a rush, not paying much mind to it.

I know this is obvious, but just so that no one is confused and comes for me after: I’m not saying every day is going to be incredible, I’m not saying that you’re not allowed to be sad, angry, uncomfortable, jealous, disgusted. These are all perfectly normal and human emotions, and everyone should feel them—it just shows you’re alive. This concept of being 24/7 happy and grateful and “Oh my God, everything’s incredible all the time” it’s just not sustainable nor healthy (+, obviously, not real). What we should do, instead, is allow these emotions to be felt, and then act upon them understanding why they’re there and how we can soothe them, or make them a little less strong. For example, understand where your anger comes from, is it truly someone’s fault, why are we feeling it. Not block it, not try to stop it from being felt—but understand it. And then, after thinking (even meditating, if you like) about it, let it go, and let it be felt still, if you think it’s the right thing. Don’t ask too much of yourself always, sometimes we really just need to scream for a second on our pillow or shed a tear in our room. It’s perfectly alright and also healthy!

Have fun, make friends, create good memories with these friends, study, live your life to the fullest. Meet new people, go to new places, discover new music, books, art, movies that make you feel something. Laugh with people you love, create memories through pictures, do some risky things, you don’t need to always be so careful about everything. Some lesions make us stronger. And while you’re doing everything else, manifest your dreams, work towards it, put in the effort, visualize, believe you’re worth and destined for that, acknowledge you already have everything you need to get there and that, actually, you are already there.

Learn to actually live your life on the way to your dreams, not just survive the path. When you look at life with gratitude and love, life looks back—and you’ll feel it.

As always, you’re free to agree or disagree with me on the various topics I talk about. It’s my own experience and the way it’s been for me. Feel free to also share your stories on comments and/or reblogs! I’ll love to see it.

That’s it for today’s yapping session. Love, Seiko ♡

♡ borders credit: @anitalenia

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Skincare - Steven Grant

so since you guys liked blue's skincare, i've decided to start a series.

Self care was important. Especially for Steven, whose tired head was overwhelmed from Khonsu's constant nagging. He hadn't had a good sleep in his whole life, but it had been getting to him recently. Even Marc was getting a bit groggy when he fronted.

Quite the self-starter, Steven decided to look into sleep-improvement techniques. Yoga, meditation, music, white noise, weighted blankets, he'd tried them all. They were pleasant, but his sleep schedule had not improved.

It was nine pm when he rang you. You paused in jade rolling your face, turning off the facial steamer.

"Hello?"

Steven's exhausted croak answered you. "Hiya, love, sorry...can't sleep again."

You pouted sympathetically, pushing hair out of your eye.

"I'm sorry, hon, do you wanna come over? I'm doing my skincare routine but you can have some tea if you like," you offered. Steven sighed gratefully. His keys clinked quietly in the background.

"Sounds lovely, thank you."

Soon he was draped over your couch, eyes staring glassily into the distance. Poor thing, he looked a mess. The gentle jazz you'd put on wasn't helping either. Two cups of chamomile, an hour of snuggles, and Steven Grant was still tossing and turning.

In the reflection of your vanity, you saw his weepy doe eyes. Your heart broke. There's gotta be something.

Peering in your makeup drawer, you examined your collection before grabbing lavender face lotion. Your mother had mentioned that the herb helped with relaxation - though whether or not that was an old wives' tale or not was beyond you. Worth a shot.

"Stevie, c'mere," you said softly, settling next to him on the settee. He turned, mumbling incoherently. His eyes were unfocused and struggling to pay attention. He eventually saw you and budged closer, scrubbing his hands over his eyes. You beckoned him forwards and he collapsed against you, hands limp around your waist.

"Let me try something. It'll help you sleep," you added at his raised eyebrow. Relieved, he shuffled until he was looking at you dead-on.

You unscrewed the lid of your serum and rubbed a good amount on your hands. The sumptuous floral air wafted through the room. Pungent but hopefully not too strong. Confusion ticked in his brow when you began dotting it on his cheeks.

"Wh...whazzat for?"

You shushed him, stroking his cheeks to rub in the lotion. It was a nice smooth texture, cool and comforting, not too oily. You'd forgotten how much you liked it, actually. Steven hummed, leaning into your palm. Looked like it was kinda working.

The lotion had already absorbed, but you kept up the massage, stroking his nose and smoothing his wrinkled brow. His eyelids closed when you kissed his forehead, bringing his face to rest on your chest.

A small bottle of almond oil was also on the nearby table, and you shook a generous amount onto his hair. The second your nails raked across his scalp he groaned appreciatively, nosing into your shirt. Even your eyes were growing heavy. The soothing combination of your gentle breaths and the smell of almonds and sugar was softening Steven's restless mind.

He felt...floaty, distant. In a good way. His hands twitched, wanting to hold your hand but not having the energy. Your long nails felt divine on his scalp, sending waves of tingling warmth all the way down to his toes. He could live here forever, boneless on your lap and drifting aimlessly in liminal space. The view from your lap was getting blurry, and his eyes had trouble reopening.

A soft warmth was pulled over his shoulders, cocooning him in a safe bundle of calm. Your hands never stopped, coaxing him gently into the dark relief of sleep.

i guess it isn't really skincare but i guess kinda maybe a little bit (there's lotion so that counts.)

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Please, Sir! || Yuta Nakamoto

Pairing: Yuta Nakamoto x Reader

Summary: You found yourself sitting at the dinner table of the Nakamoto household. Rest assured that you are safe for the night. Maybe.

Genre: Smut, Rated R (18+), Bestfriend's Dad x Reader

Word Count: 4.2k

Warnings: Unprotected sex (wrap it up, ppl), Cheating (Yuta is married), Praise kink, Begging, Degradation, Fingering, Lots of dirty talking, Size kink, Oral sex (nky receiving), Dumbification,

A/N: Hi, did anyone miss me? Well, here's a little something for all of you. Enjoy!

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You had been trying to avoid going to the Nakamoto’s home. You were trying to avoid conflict with your best friend's smoking-hot father, Yuta. It wasn't like you were always around their home, Giselle lived in her own apartment. For that reason, you were thankful. When you were younger and in college you would often go over for dinner with Giselle or she’d go to your family’s house. But it wasn’t necessary anymore. You were both grown adults now with 9 to 5 jobs to attend to.

This time, however, Julia A.K.A Mrs. Nakamoto was throwing a small dinner party for their family, close friends, and relatives. Apparently, Mr. Nakamoto got promoted at his company and from what you heard, the newly acquired title comes with a six-figure salary. A big deal really. Giselle had told you that her mom and dad wanted you there.

Of course, your father would want me there. You thought.

It wouldn't be an actual crisis if you and Yuta weren't indulging in each other's warmth behind closed doors, away from his family's eyes. Or anyone at all. You'd have to be playing the poker face like crazy at the dinner table to protect what you and Yuta shared. Certainly, you wouldn’t do anything with him with all the people around.

But still, you are sure that you will be having a hard time pretending. Not now and obviously not sooner. Not when you've had a taste of the great Yuta Nakamoto. You were in for a long night now that you knew what he was like, how good he was, how wild he could get, and just how hot and filthy he could be.

You made the choice to use a panty liner solely because you thought it would be handy. Having your panties wet and also probably your pants or anything to show through your clothing wouldn't look good. You didn't anticipate needing it, but you were also aware of how frail you had become from a quick glimpse of Mr. Nakamoto.

If he even extended his hug or spoke to you in a deep, seductive voice or if he smiled too broadly while flashing those dimples, you were pretty well doomed. So, yes, for practical reasons, merely a just-in-case moment, you wore pantyliners.

You were picked up by Giselle as scheduled. The trip to The Nakamotos' home took close to 30 minutes.

"Are you alright?" Giselle maintained her focus on the road. She detected something about you. She simply had no idea what.

"Yeah. No doubt. Why?"

"You've been quiet since you got in my car. It reminds me of when we first met in junior high or worse," she chuckled as she hastily cast a short glance your way.

Prior to her arrival, you made an effort to relax. You calmed your stiff body and mind through meditation, chamomile tea, and a bite of dried ginger. You practiced some meditative yoga while listening to soothing background music. And you thought it was beneficial.

But as soon as Yuta's text message chimed into your phone, your pulse shot up and you started to sweat heavily. All that effort you put into calming yourself was for nothing.

He didn't say anything other than that he was anticipating seeing you after asking you if you were still coming. There it was. His communications contained nothing sexually explicit or provocative. Without trying, he did that to you. Hence the need for wearing pantyliners was a must.

You shook your head and laughed at your friend's remark. "No, I'm alright. Just worn out. Last night at the restaurant was a long one. Not exactly a lie, but I had barely arrived home by midnight."

And that appeared to be a suitable response. Giselle didn't inquire more about your strange behavior that evening at least.

There were Yuta's brother and his wife. The parents, husband, and cousin of Mrs. Nakamoto, a friend from down the street and a neighbor. Then, you and Giselle. That's it.

A delightful modest supper with dessert was served along with drinks. some musical selections. It was lovely to see everyone chatting while outside. However, you were agitated and making an effort to force yourself to stop staring at the man of the moment. Your cheeks and neck warmed up each time your sight met his, sending shivers down your spine.

Control yourself, Y/N.

It's a celebratory dinner for Pete's sake.

You shouldn't even be thinking of it.

You got along well with Yuta over dinner. He treated you as the best friend of his daughter. It was good yet at the same time you detested it.

You wished you could join everyone else in laughing at his jokes while sitting on his lap and encircling his shoulders. You desired to boldly kiss him in front of his crowd and hold his hand. But it was clear that wouldn't happen.

The man's wife was always close by. And after all, he was only secretly yours. With the door locked, in your apartment, and covered in fabrics. He was only yours in the absence of sight and hearing of others.

At supper, you barely gave him a glance as you were eating. Not even when he was speaking to everyone and expressing gratitude for their attendance. You restrained yourself from glancing at his face. You admired how his eyes sparkled and how his lips twitched, how he made motions with his hands and ringed fingers while he spoke, and most importantly, his smile. You knew it would only cause you trouble if you did.

At the conclusion of his little thank-you speech, he turned to face you and raised his glass. Along with the others, you raised yours skyward before taking a sip collectively eyes fixed on him. Even if it just lasted a few seconds, it made you warm. Hot enough to have your thighs pressed closely together beneath your white linen dress.

When everyone was mingling and strolling around the backyard, Yuta had the chance to walk up to you.

He placed his hand on your bare shoulder and whispered into your ear, "I missed you, sweetheart."

All of your encounters with her took place there at your residence. He sometimes spends a night there and even a whole full day.

However, you were scheduled to work and cover for a few servers who couldn't arrive for whatever reason because you had been busy. Additionally, Yuta was absent for nearly a week due to a business trip. Typically, you and Yuta met once a week at most. He hadn't spent any time in your bed in a few weeks.

It's true—you really did miss him.

"Do not leave until you and I are able to have a chat."

He squeezed at your exposed skin as he emphasized the word chat, and as he started to leave, he glanced down at you and winked.

A panty liner was indeed required.

You assisted Giselle in replenishing some of the empty bottles and replacing the cooler's ice. You made an effort to keep busy and avoid thinking about what Yuta wanted to "chat" about. Or suppose "chat" was a code word for something different.

At the gathering, a neighbor approached you and entertained you with his jokes. He appeared to be friendly and outgoing with everyone. You could understand his invitation and the Nakamoto's preference for him as a close friend. He was extremely hilarious. In fact, chatting to him and hearing his outrageous college narrative got you thinking back to your own experience while making you giggle. He assisted you in temporarily forgetting about your small taboo affair. He temporarily distracted you from Yuta.

Yet, Yuta didn't like how you and Johnny were laughing.

You were smiling when Johnny gently took hold of your forearm and moved in to speak to you. And so, when the man stood right next to you and your new friend, the brief respite you got from thinking about Yuta and swooning over him abruptly ended.

"Y/N, I need your assistance with something," He furrowed his brow and indicated the home, "Would you help me, please?"

Oh.

You took a breath and nodded, "Sure, Mr. Nakamoto."

You gave Johnny a courteous grin and walked with the broad-shouldered guy into his house.

Yuta escorted you upstairs and into a spacious bathroom which was never used in silence. He quickly ushered you inside and secured the door with a click sound of the door lock. He undid the cuffs from his pale pink button-up shirt while you watched in silence, then raised his eyes to meet yours as he rolled the material up his forearms.

"Isn't Johnny a great guy?" Yuta finally spoke up, leaning against the wide vanity sink with the wall-length mirror opposite him and crossing his arms over his wide chest.

"Yeah," you smiled sheepishly as you nodded, "He is nice. Funny too."

Yuta pursed his lips and slowly scanned your figure, taking you in.

He had seen your attire and had daringly glanced at you all evening, but he was unable to hold his stare for very long. Hence, nothing he experienced was gratifying. It wasn't enough to allow himself to see your ass's curvature or the point where your neck and jaw connected. He was now relieved that he was finally able to get the close look at you that he had been craving for all night.

"What were you two discussing?" Yuta jutted out his hips and displayed his stunning bulge for you as he uncrossed his arms and placed his palms on the marble top of the vanity behind him.

Acting with knowledge, I see.

"Well, sir, absolutely nothing actually. He was relating stories to me from his time in university. We were exchanging stories from college."

"Yeah? Did you discover after that the two of you have a lot in something in common?" He furrowed his brow.

You glanced briefly at his crotch before returning to his face. It was an uninvited glance. He saw where your eyes wandered, and even though you didn't mean to, it made him smile.

"No. Not really," you thought as you reciprocated his sly grin with your own and crossed your arms over your chest.

Over the months, you had grown to know him a little, and this small detail about him straight away made you feel at peace. He liked playing with you, teasing and building up your hunger for his heat.

"Why do you have a lot of questions about Johnny? Are you perhaps interested in him?" You crack a joke.

"No, I'm not," said Yuta, cocking his head and widening his grin. "Come, move closer."

You took the few sluggish steps necessary to narrow the distance between you two while biting your lip and uncrossing your arms. Your hips aligned with his as soon as you were within arm's reach of him.

"I'm just worried that I haven't been able to fuck you in what?" He then pulled you into him by your waist and said, "A span of three weeks?"

You chuckled softly and nodded, "Almost, 18 days to be exact."

Yuta smirked, "Counting the days without my cock are you?"

You placed your arms around his shoulders, saying, "Yes," with a big smile and a giggle. "I missed you so much, Mr. Nakamoto."

Yuta admired your lips briefly before returning her attention to your eyes, "Unfortunately, the house is crowded with visitors."

You frowned, "I'll be quiet, Sir. I promise."

"I bet you'd love for me to bend you over so I can fuck you right now in this bathroom, wouldn't you?" Yuta murmured in a low, raspy voice as he moved one of his hands up to your face and thumbed over your cheekbone.

You quickly separated your lips while nodding, "Yes, please, Sir. "

Yuta scolded, "So filthy. So fucking desperate. Do you need me that much, baby?" As you reached your tongue out to taste it, his thumb lightly touched your bottom lip.

You looked at his eyes with lust and a hint of greed. You needed his cock so bad. You wailed as you attempted to encircle his thumb with your lips, but he quickly withdrew his hand from your grasp. He was suddenly slipping between your legs and was pulling you such that you were pulled up onto the counter.

"When was the last time you had an orgasm?" he asks as his palms go underneath your dress and grab hold of your thighs.

Your words were breaths, "This morning."

"Really, how horrible was it? You don't seem to be content with anything. You used your fingers, right?"

"Yes, Sir. I used my clit sucker, too," you grinned and ran your fingers down his chest, "Pretended it was you between my legs."

Despite how cool he was behaving, you could see his dick hardening in his trousers and knew he was getting turned on.

"And you're still in such need? Does your little pussy require a lot of care or are you just pure filthy greedy for it?

"A little bit of both, Sir, " You let out a heavy breathe.

"I bet you're drenched as hell."

You gasped as you saw what he was about to find as his hands traveled upward toward your panties. Your wet underwear liner. Hardly that, seductive.

He stopped with a perplexed expression when his index finger touched the crotch of your pants. It felt unique not typical.

"Are you perhaps on your period, angel?" He said as he examined your underwear by pushing your legs apart and removing your dress.

When he ran his fingers down the edge of the cotton in your panty liner, he recognized what it was which earned you a light frustrated groan.

"No," you jerked your head. "It was only for keeping dry."

Yuta licked his lips and poked his middle finger beneath the crotch of your pants, and when he grasped what you meant, his eyebrows went up. Your underwear was dry, but the liner was sodden. As he kissed your lips, his fingers found your crease and softly played with it.

Both his fingers and the kiss were gentle and easy. He massaged your soaking pussy lips while you whimpered and ran your hands through his hair.

He kissed you briefly before removing his hands from your underwear and saying, "Like I said, our home is crowded with people."

"I bet your wet pussy would feel fantastic wrapped around my cock, right now," he kissed you soft lips once again. "I'm going to fuck my fist tonight thinking about how wet you got for me before I even touched you, princess."

"Please, Sir. Please." Angry, you yanked at his hands and begged, "I'll keep quiet, I promise. We can do it silently. I just —,"

You let your head down and closed your eyes tightly from too much need and frustration.

He raised you chin so that you could meet his equally lustful eyes, "Wow. Look at you. So frustrated and needy."

"I don’t know baby," you felt his hands on your thighs again. "I really don’t think it’s a good idea.”

He squeezed your thighs, his eyes growing darker and the bulge under his pants, pushing hard at his zipper.

“Please, fuck me, Mr. Nakamoto,"

"You’re the only one that can satisfy me,”

"I really need your cock,"

You were practically a mess by the time, begging so desperately for what you've been need the past eighteen days.

Yuta let out a laugh through his nose and shook his head, “Although that's a fact, I still think it's just too risky.”

Although he held your thighs firmly in place and used his pink tongue to moisten his lips as he peered down at your cleavage, his body language belied what he had just stated.

You were aware of the risk as well. However, you had another thought. You'd already politely asked him even added a please. He just wanted to continue acting as though he didn't care about you. He wanted you to beg for him.

And you did. Like a whore thirsty for cock, you desperately did.

"I want your cock, Mr. Nakamoto,"

"I don't think a toy will do for tonight,"

"I really fucking need your cock,"

He knew he had the upper hand, "You're gonna have to be patient little one."

You figured he'd hear you pleading with him once more. Of course, with a bargain in mind.

"Sir, I cannot wait now. It hurts," you pouted.

You brought his hand back to your front and held it in place, "Feel me, Mr. Nakamoto. Feel my aching clit hungry for your touch."

He shut his eyes and clinched his jaw as you stared. He was aware that you were playing with him to get what you want. After all, he was already wrapped around your tiny little fingers.

"Oh my sweet, sweet princess,"

"Would Johnny reject my request if I made it?" You asked with a raised brow as your last attempt of seducing him.

"You are such a fucking brat, princess," he shook his head, eyes glaring intensely at yours.

His comments sounded mean but they sounded so good to your ears. Accompanied with a smirk on his flushed face, he pulled your pants with its liner down your legs, tossing it onto the floor, and immediately undid his pants, pulling his cock out from the front of his briefs.

When you first saw his girthy, warm cock unconstrained, you couldn't help but groan. You moved to the edge and positioned your bare feet on the counter top so you were spread out and readily available for him to access as you reached down to touch him. Ready for him to ruin.

"Is this what you were hungry for?" Yuta already had lust in his eyes, His gaze was heavy as he eyed you and cupped his cock in his hand while holding his tip to your wet hole and asking,

"Mhmm," you hummed as you felt the tip of his pulsating cock.

"Wanted to be fucked by a married man in the guest bathroom?"

Fuck, his voice sounds so good.

"Wanted to get with my daughter and wife merely down there?"

So fucking good.

"Wanted me to fuck you with a house full of strangers wondering where I am?" Yuta's strong voice eventually broke through your tight muscle as he spoke lowly into your ear.

"Fuck, yes please, Sir." You desperately nodded, "I don't care if there's people downstairs. All I want is your cock."

"You better be true to your word, sweetheart." Yuta warned you. "Be quiet or else, I'll stop."

"Yes… yes," you mumbled as gently as you could and clung to his shoulders to keep yourself steady, as you gasped at the way his huge cock started to push past your soft and wet walls.

Yuta watched as his cock gently dipped inside your pussy and heaved a trembling breath mingled with a gasp. You were already so drenched in your own juice that Yuta could hear when he pulled back an inch before diving in even deeper.

"Fuck!"

"Can't help myself, Y/N. You're pussy is choking my cock so deliciously."

He started to push and cant his hips, sinking so far into your cunt that each time he came to the bottom, his balls hit you "My sweet girl is doing such an excellent job taking me in."

Yuta pushes in accompanied with either a soft groan or a whimper.

"Ugh, so tight sweetheart,"

Thrusts in.

"Fuck, yes,"

Pulls out.

"Ooh, more please,"

In.

"So good,"

Out.

You were relieved that the only sounds were gasps, pants, and the sound of a pussy being pounded.

Yuta leaned in so he could reach for your lips and fuck you slowly, trying his best to minimize the sound of skin sticking and slapping while you clung tightly to his shoulders.

Your limbs were starting to tire, and your head was spinning from too much pleasure. Your thighs were kept wide by Yuta's painful yet pleasurable grip.

"Fuck, Yuta," You gasped as he released one of your thighs and put his thumb to your clit exactly as you needed, "Right there, Mr. Nakamoto. Don't stop, please!"

This was one of the things you couldn't resist. He always understood your needs perfectly.

"Here?" He smirked as he started to lose rhythm while fucking into you. "Do I make you feel good, baby? Are you gonna come for me?"

"Oh fuck yes," you covered your mouth in an attempt to silence your moans. "So good, Mr. Nakamoto. You're cock fills so fucking good."

Your stomach started to burn and your thighs began trembling as Yuta's lips remained over your mouth and he kept rocking his hips in. You sobbed into his mouth and tightened your hold on his shoulders.

"Such desperate little whore you are," Yuta himself said in a tense, labored voice as he felt his balls contract. "Couldn't even wait for a couple more days,"

He always met his demise too quickly thanks to you. He felt like he was a horny teenager once again every time he was with you. There is no turning back when it comes to you. Your immaculate, tight and slick pussy, complete with bedroom eyes and full lips — he wanted it. He had a similar burning desire for you. He desperately need you.

“Desperate for you, Mr. Nakamoto," You panted and felt the hot decadence of your insides begin to unfurl as Yuta’s thumb expertly rubbed and circled your clit. "Want you so bad. I'll let you ruin me all day and all night."

He sensed you starting to close in on him and, anticipating your climax, "M'coming, Mr. Nakamoto. So fucking close, fuck!"

"Come for me, sweetheart," he covered your mouth with his. "Come all over my hard cock."

You saw stars and writhed onto his thumb as he continued to thrust into you with deep, powerful strokes while he kissed you hungrily. He was couldn't help himself back either at each twitch your cunt made and the slick noises of your pouring orgasm.

"Fuck, baby. I'm gonna come,"

"Come inside me, Sir," you caressed his hair as you came down your own high, "Give it all to me."

"Fuck," He rutted into you forcefully while panting into your mouth, shoving himself so deeply that his come could adequately coat every part of your body. "Oh, feels so good, Y/N."

He slowly drew away from you and then fucked himself back into you until he was balls-deep in you, all of his juices smothered your warm walls.

He pulled your legs up over his hips as he leaned in to kiss you, removing his thumb from your overstimulated clit and placing both hands on your thighs. His cock was still pulsing as he came down, and as he pressed his mouth against yours.

You laughed in his face, "Mr. Nakamoto, we were both desperate for release."

Knowing that he was in the same situation as you made you smile.

You finally dropped your legs as Yuta gently hissed at how sensitive he felt as he pushed himself away from the kiss. It wasn't the same, despite the fact that he had been torturing himself with thoughts of you every night. He desired your pussy to be content, just as you desired for his cock.

Not only his cock, either.

Him.

Mr. Nakamoto was essential.

It started to become an obsession. Your obsession.

Yuta brought his finger up to your lips after dragging it along the area where his come was starting to escape from you. He smiled at your greed as you quickly sucked his warm sperm from his fingers.

Your cheek was lovingly stroked by his knuckles as he said, "You are my sweet daughter, aren't you?"

You chuckled and gave him a sly smile, "You're just too hard to resist, Sir."

"What day off are you taking next?"

"Wednesday. Why?" You gave him an expectant smile.

"Stay free on that day." He handed you your underwear and casually stated, "I'm coming over," before pulling his pants back up.

"What if I already had plans that day?" You hopped down from the counter while grinning as your panties were being dragged up your legs.

He encircled you, palms flat on the vanity counter on either side of your hips lightly pinning you against the counter, "Cancel them."

Why would you refuse? You couldn't even though you should. You even loved to tease him a little, but you weren't going to anyhow. With him, you can never say no. It's the same way as he could never resist you.

"Okay. Fine. My scheduled has been moved, Sir. Considering how lost and hopeless you are without me."

Yuta shook his head and laughed through his nose, "Such a mouthy brat."

He gave you one final kiss before straightening himself up in the mirror and exiting the bathroom as if he hadn't just screwed his daughter's best friend while his spouse and other relatives were present.

You groaned and smiled as you turned to face the mirror. Such a mistake. But he was in such excellent spirits.

And even though he was married, you were well aware that he belonged to you.

[fangsforiris]

Ask for sakamaki bros (just Shu if you can't do all)

I've been going through so much recently. One of my closest friends left me for her boyfriend after everything I have done for her.

Some other girl who dates my ex crush was a fake friend the entire time and she was just trying to make me jealous about the fact that she's with him when i don't even like him anymore.

I seriously don't know what I can do anymore bc so many people have switched up on me and now it feels as if everyone is against me. I don't feel like going to school and it's giving me depression. Is there any advice I could get?

Advice for Anon #1

Shū:

“Hm… that seems tiresome. I’d suggest not wasting your energy on those who don’t give a damn about you. People will come and go, so it’s better to have respect for yourself and your boundaries… and never let those sorts of people back into your life again. Don’t allow their actions to dictate your happiness. Maybe find a hobby…? I enjoy music… just this once I’ll let you listen with me, how’s that?”

Reiji:

“My, I hope you are prioritizing your health, especially that of mental. If there is anyone you are able to talk to, I’d start from there. Finding a support system of any kind will prove to be beneficial, even with the stress piling up. Perhaps you should attempt self-soothing methods, anything that can provide a distraction, whilst serving as a remedy to your aches.”

Ayato:

“Tch. What idiots! You shouldn’t be caring about those guys anyways! They sound like real assholes, and are probably bored…! So don’t go wasting your time with people like that. Maybe play some sports? They always let me blow off some extra steam. Just focus on yourself, and then you’ll come out on top! Hehe, that’s what Ore-sama always does, and look, aren’t I the best?”

Kanato:

“Eh? How dare they treat you this way!? They don’t deserve anymore of your attention, or your kindness! You should only reserve it for those special to you. Hmph, you’ll find others who will be worth it. But Teddy and I both agree that you should separate yourself and cut all ties immediately! Just this once I’ll share some of my sweets with you, okay? So smile for me, Dolly.”

Laito:

“Jeez… with friends like that who needs enemies? Fufu, kidding, kidding. If I were you, I wouldn’t bother with them again. People shall play their games to suit their own idea of entertainment. It’s better to leave them yearning for a reaction than giving in, right? Focus on what you love, perhaps even take a spa day! I hear those are quite enjoyable.”

Subaru:

“I ain’t the best with this sort of stuff… But I’ve been through my own fair share of fake friends, kinda the reason why I keep to myself… So take it from me, you shouldn’t let ‘em win by separating yourself away from school… even if it is boring…! Keep finding motivation or somethin to keep you here. Maybe try some meditation? I’ve heard from Yui that it makes a difference… ‘specially if you’re super stressed out. But just remember you’re tougher than this!”

Admin/Iris: Hi hun!! I hope you seriously are ensuring that you prioritize yourself during this time. As someone who’s been through fake people coming in and out of my life, along with experiencing many thoughts linked towards depression— I’ll say that it will get easier. Time is really a remedy, and it may seem as though it’s hard right now, but you need to let it run its course because there’s always going to be something after it. Hope everything will turn out for the better <33

[merakisphere]

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[transgenderteensurvivalguide]

my dysphoria has been very bad recently and i have found it very difficult to do things like showering, changing and sleeping especially. ive been over wearing my binder a lot because i find it very difficult to bring myself to take it off, and i keep wearing it for 30+ hours at a time which i know is bad but i currently have no other alternative and not wearing one feels worse than the pain i get by overwearing. i hate wearing sports bras and ive run out of transtape, i have ordered more but it probably won’t be coming for another couple of weeks. i don’t know what to do because i don’t want to damage my body severely, is there anything else i can do?

Lee says:

As you know, wearing a binder for extended periods can lead to severe health issues, including respiratory problems, rib fractures, and skin conditions.

When you feel like doing something that's harming you physically is your only option to cope because your dysphoria is that intense, you should look into getting a therapist.

Frequently binding for 30+ hours isn't a sustainable option and finding alternative coping strategies will be easier with professional help to help you deal with what you're doing through.

Two posts that might help with your specific questions are Staying clean and coping with shower-related dysphoria and Dysphoria when you have to sleep and those two posts really cover most of what I have to say on those subjects so I won't reinvent the wheel by typing the same thing but I encourage you to read both links.

Apart from that, in the next couple of weeks as you wait for your TransTape to arrive (And start the process of seeking a therapist!) here are some strategies you can try doing:

1. Layered Clothing:

Wearing loose, layered clothing can help obscure the chest area. Consider wearing baggy shirts, jackets, or vests to help reduce the visibility of your chest.

Luckily it's fall time (at least here in the East Coast) so it's starting to get a little bit cooler, some days, and I wear a sweater (at work) or sweatshirt (when at home) like 100% of the time just because I'm always cold and it's also an Autistic sensory friendly thing for me too.

See more: Body neutrality

2. Distraction Techniques:

Engage in activities that take your mind off your dysphoria. This could be reading, drawing, journaling, listening to music, watching movies or TV, or any other hobby or activity that you enjoy and find absorbing.

Engage in self-care activities that actually make you feel good about yourself, not just doomscrolling social media. And for those times when you are on social media, if you're currently following anyone who makes you stressed/unhappy, stop following them. It's your feed and you're in charge!

But if you find that it's hard to do the necessary activities of everyday living because you find yourself spending most of your time engaging in distraction techniques, and you're falling behind on homework/work, that's another sign that you need additional support from a mental health professional.

3. Grounding Techniques:

Practicing mindfulness can help you stay present and reduce distressing thoughts, but the kind of nebulous meditation stuff never worked well for my ADHD brain.

Guided meditation

15 meditation tips

How to do progressive muscle relaxation

Body scan relaxation exercise

Mindfulness skills and worksheets masterpost

Imagery

Imagery self-help

Relaxation

Relaxation audio

Safe-place visualization

I found specific things like grounding exercises, like the "5-4-3-2-1" technique (identifying five things you can see, four you can touch, three you can hear, two you can smell, and one you can taste), can help divert your attention from dysphoric feelings if you're having a Moment. This type of strategy is useful when you start to notice yourself spiraling to try and re-center yourself.

Soothing grounding exercise

Physical grounding exercise

Mental grounding exercise

Grounding techniques

How to make a grounding box

Grounding exercises

How to ground and center

4. Stay connected:

Connect with in-person and/or online LGBTQ+ support groups who understand what you're going through. Sharing your feelings and hearing from others who have similar experiences can be comforting and it can help you to learn new coping strategies and things to try.

In general, avoiding isolation is important. Join a club or volunteer for something, join a sports team, hang out with your friends, etc. Just don't stay alone in your room. Get out of the house if you can, or invite people over or have video calls or phone calls if aren't up to being out and about. Just stay in contact with people.

See more: Motivating yourself to socialize

5. Set Alarms:

Consider setting alarms or reminders to take off your binder and give your body a break. Even short breaks can help reduce the risk of injury.

Here are some links that may help in general:

9 strategies for dealing with body dysphoria

How do I deal with dysphoria?

20 Small Things To Do When Gender Dysphoria Gets You Down

25 Things I Do To Make My Body Dysphoria Feel Smaller and Quieter

More on coping with dysphoria

Dealing with dysphoria

A post with suggestions for coping with dysphoria

Take care of your mental health

8 tips for managing dysphoria and mental health

A coping tip

Disablity-friendly dysphoria tips

Dysphoria that prevents you from leaving the house/doing activities of daily living

Your feelings are valid, and it's essential to find ways to manage your dysphoria that prioritize your health and well-being. There isn't a secret dysphoria cure I can share with you, to be frank it just sucks sometimes and there's not a lot to do about it but you gotta find a way to cope and keep going and stay safe.

Eventually it gets better-- you either find a way to cope more effectively and manage the dysphoria and/or time just passes and you grow older and eventually find a way to access surgery, but either way you will eventually become an adult who is managing life somehow and overall doin' okay and yeah there's hope at the end of the tunnel so please keep going!

You deserve care, support, and understanding, even if your family isn't able to provide that right now. And again, apart from the two links that I started the response with, the main advice I have is that you should ask to speak with a therapist (even if you are closeted and don't tell your fam that it's gender/binding/dysphoria related) and just let them know that you're struggling with your mental health in general.

Please reach out for help if you need it, and consider seeking medical attention if you experience severe pain or discomfort from binding. Good luck!!

As some of you may have noticed, our blog has been around for a decade or so and some links may be broken because we're all busy etc so pls let me know if something is wonky in a post I'm trying to link to!

Followers, any advice for anon?

[anonymousboxcar]

TTTE Headcanons: Engines’ TV Habits — Skarloey Railway Edition

I really enjoyed making that post about what some engines on Sodor might like to watch on TV. Here’s one all about the SR!

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Skarloey likes shows about space and space travel. When out of service in the early 1950s, he often had nothing to do except listen to the radio… which exposed him to the Space Race. It was a nice distraction, taking his mind literal worlds away. He developed a genuine interest and continues to tune into documentaries.

Rheneas sometimes watches meditation programs. After years of running his line alone, he struggles to relax. He can’t follow all the directions, being an engine, but it still helps him feel more present and shake off “crisis mode.” And the gentle music and voiceovers are soothing after a long, hard day’s work.

Peter Sam loves catching dreamy, technicolor Hollywood films when they air. The Wizard of Oz is a favorite, with the “no place like home” message resonating with him over the years. TV musicals and musical episodes are also a big hit with him. He enjoys the high energy of those shows and singing along with them.

Sir Handel watches sports, usually football. Or rather, his crew puts it on during breaks, and he complains about it being loud and stupid… but he always gets sucked in anyway and has a blast. He also watches the news so he can chat with Gordon about “the state of the world” on their connecting trains.

Duncan likes stand-up comedy — the more foul-mouthed, the more he laughs — and anything to do with rock n’ roll. If Top of the Pops features a rock artist, he watches and shimmies in place in the engine equivalent of head-banging. He loves getting caught up in guitar riffs and drumbeats that he feels in his frames.

Rusty tunes into home renovation shows. Being a maintenance diesel, they’re curious about the ways humans repair houses and buildings. They also watch shows like Too Cute. This is partly because cute animals are cute animals, but also because they love dragging Duncan along and watching him try not to melt over kittens and puppies. (His record is three minutes.)

Fred, as someone often on weedkiller duty, started to watch gardening shows for tips. He soon became interested in cultivation in general. Now he’s a regular viewer so he can better look after the line-side wildflowers and the station flowerbeds. He hopes to convince the Thin Controller to set up a community vegetable garden, too.

Ivo Hugh watches a lot of animated shows, particularly those to do with superheroes. Aside from enjoying the flashy action sequences and dramatic storylines, he appreciates their moral questions. They spark interesting conversations with the older engines around him. He comes away feeling like he knows himself better… and that none of the heroes on TV compare to the ones he talks to every day.

Duke has strait-laced habits: local news, talking heads, and the occasional program about railways. Or at least, that’s what he wants you to think. He secretly enjoys the show Jeeves and Wooster. He relates to Jeeves, a competent butler who fixes the messes that his well-meaning but barmy employer gets himself into. He would never admit this for fear of hurting His Grace’s feelings.

(He doesn’t know that Sir Robert also loves the show, finding it to lampoon the sort of pretentious, nasty aristocrats who call him improper and ridiculous.)

[doumadono]

Hey so I didn't think I'd need to use this, but if your Emergency Requests are open, I could seriously use some comfort right now..

So I was supposed to get a kitten soon from a friend who's cat had just had babies and I haven't had a cat in years since my previous baby died in 2021 during an extremely hard time in my life. And I was so incredibly excited to meet him and I had all of the stuff ready for him to come home to me, I just had to wait a few more weeks for him to be old enough. Well yesterday I got some horrific news that he had passed away and I spent about 3 hours crying so hard about the loss of a kitten I never even got to meet and I'm still extremely torn up about it.

Could you possibly write something about some of the Hashira (preferably Sanemi, Tengen, Giyuu, Kyojuro, and Obanai) helping their partner (they/them pronouns) deal with the grief of losing a beloved animal? You don't have to do all of those Hashira if that's too many, any of them will work fine. I just feel so swallowed up in this and I really don't know how to cope properly right now.

Thank you so much, my love💜

Hashiras & s/o who lost beloved animal - headcanons

A/N: I'm truly saddened to learn about your loss, my dear. Even though you didn't have the chance to meet that wonderful furry soul, it's completely natural for you to grieve. Your heart and home were ready to embrace them, showering them with all the love they could ever need. Take all the time you need to navigate through the mourning process. Of course feel free to reach out to me – whether it's here or on Instagram. I'm here for you ♥ I trust these small headcanons will provide a measure of solace.

MASTERLIST

Sanemi Shinazugawa

When he notices his partner's heavy heart due to the loss of their beloved animal, Sanemi decides to take a straightforward approach. He invites them to join him for a training session. With a mix of tough love and encouragement, he pushes them to channel their emotions into their movements. As they spar and practice together, he reminds them that strength comes from within, and sometimes pushing through physical challenges can help ease the weight of emotional pain. And in his own gruff way, he lets them know that he's there to support them every step of the way.

Tengen Uzui

Tengen understands the power of distraction and beauty. He takes their mind off the grief by whisking them away to a serene garden or a lively festival. He's the epitome of flamboyance and indulgence, but in this case, his extravagant gestures are all about making their partner smile again. He encourages them to express their feelings through art or music, even if they've never tried it before.

Giyuu Tomioka

Giyuu is quiet and reserved, but he's incredibly sensitive to their emotions. He doesn't overwhelm them with words, but he's a steady presence by their side. He brings them calming teas and sits with them by a tranquil river or under a cherry blossom tree, offering silent support. He shares stories about the strength and resilience of nature, reminding them that life is a cycle of beginnings and endings.

Kyojuro Rengoku

Kyojuro Rengoku, with his boundless energy and enthusiasm, knows that sometimes comfort can come in the form of a delicious meal. He spends the day in the kitchen, whipping up an array of their favorite comfort foods. The aroma of delicious dishes fills the air as he presents a table laden with a feast of flavors. With a warm smile, he encourages them to eat to their heart's content, reminding them that even in moments of sadness, there's solace in sharing a good meal and finding joy in the simple pleasures of life.

Obanai Iguro

Obanai's approach is gentle and soothing, grounded in tradition and mindfulness. He introduces them to the art of meditation and deep breathing, guiding them through moments of inner peace. He believes that by embracing stillness, they can feel their animal companion's presence in their hearts. He encourages them to plant a tree or a flower in honor of their beloved animal, fostering a connection between life and remembrance.

[candyrain-collective]

Coping With Triggers

triggers. they're hard to deal with. this is an understatement. but you can learn how to cope with them, and you can work on skills to help you lessen their impact on your daily functioning.

completely eliminating triggers in your life is going to be a long process that probably involves a lot of therapy and self-reflection. usually, however, you need to be able to function at this point in your life. so here are some things you can do to make your life a little bit easier in the interim:

Identifying Triggers: the first step of solving any problem comes with identifying them. figure out what types of thoughts and situations specifically trigger you. what are they about? what reminds you of them? write this stuff down somewhere so you can remember it.

Eliminating or Avoiding Triggers: this comes with a disclaimer. eliminating or avoiding triggers should be a temporary measure while you work on overcoming them, else you risk making a trigger into this huge bogeyman that seems unbeatable. no good. but even so, you need to function now, so skip those invites to the bar if you're scared of crowds, or stop putting on the clothes that make you feel terrible in some way.

Anticipating Triggers: if you find that you will probably be triggered by something in the future that you cannot avoid, do your best to prepare for it by reflecting on what helps with coping. you can try meditating, or asking a friend to talk with you about the experience afterwards. prepare some methods of self-care for when the triggering experience is over.

Recognizing Options: oftentimes when we are triggered, we get stuck in tunnel vision mode, where we can only see one way out, or worse, see no ways out at all. try to remind yourself of your own agency by asserting it in small ways, reassuring yourself that you can control some part of the situation. if you cannot control your external situation, try asserting control over your own reactions to the situation, even in small ways. instead of feeling like you have to stay in a crowded bar, give yourself the option to leave! give yourself the option of either looking at the needle or looking away when you're receiving a shot. in the vast majority of situations, you can do something to change either your behavior or the environment. take advantage of that agency.

Grounding, or Distinguishing the Past from the Present: when we get triggered, we often are transported back to the past in some way, whether that is with episodic memories or feeling small or losing a sense of time. try grounding in order to orient yourself to your present location. you can do this with various sensory activities, such as:

putting a cold compress or ice (be safe with this!) on your face

touching a soft blanket and noticing the texture

eating a food and noticing how it tastes on your tongue

chewing on some gum

listening to some sounds of nature, either outside or with a video

humming a song to yourself and noticing the vibrations in your throat

going outside and looking out as far as you can

finding and object and taking your time to notice all its small details

once you find yourself adequately grounded, try changing your environment to make you feel more safe in the present. Wrap yourself up in your favorite blanket, or put on some music that's soothing. Take some time to relax and return to your baseline, whatever that might be.

if you find yourself unable to ground or calm down in the face of a trigger, or you need help doing so: seek help. talk to a trusted therapist or friend or even pet. lean on your support network, whatever that may look like. try journaling or writing all of your bad thoughts down and getting everything out of your head. whatever you do, don't try to ignore it - it can only be repressed for so long. eventually, you're going to have to take the time to take care of yourself.

i hope this post is useful for anyone who deals with triggers! if you have any thoughts or additional tips, feel free to chime in with your input!

[jennyeverywhereday]

Trouble in Paradise...

Here is a story by Bastian. -----------------------------------------------------

Trouble in Paradise

By Bastian

Jenny sat in her favourite gazebo in the Gardens of Serenity, listening to the nearby singing lanterns as they filled the air with soothing music. It was a beautifully sunny day and she looked forward to getting some much-needed rest and relaxation. She was just about to close her eyes and begin meditating when she suddenly heard a familiar sound. It had been a long time since she had last heard it but there was no mistaking it. It was the TARDIS. She looked around and saw the familiar blue police box materialising just a few feet from the gazebo. She jumped up and ran towards it, grinning from ear to ear. As she approached it, one of the doors opened slightly and a face emerged from within.

“Hiya Jenny!” the face said. Jenny stopped abruptly. The face was not one she recognised. It belonged to a young-looking man with green eyes and brown hair. Only his head was visible. From his expression, he seemed to know her.

“Doctor?” she said cautiously, “Is that you?”

“Of course! Who else would it be?”

“Right, it’s just that you’ve changed again.”

“I sure have. Quite a few times since we last met. I’ve honestly begun to lose count.”

Jenny giggled. “Yeah, well, as long as you’re still the same on the inside.”

“True.”

“What brings you here?”

“Well, I just thought it would be nice to visit you again. I figured I’d find you in your 

favourite spot.”

Jenny nodded. “You know me too well.” A few seconds of awkward silence passed 

until Jenny decided to break the ice.

“So, um, Doctor…”

“Yes, Jenny?”

“I can see your head but what about the rest of you? You’re not hiding anything, are you?”

“No, not exactly. It’s just, that, well…”

“Well, what?”

The Doctor sighed. “I wasn’t sure if you would approve of my choice of costume.”

“Why wouldn’t I?”

“It’s a bit, shall we say, unconventional.”

“My dear Doctor, it takes an awful lot to shock me. I’m sure whatever you’re wearing is perfectly fine. Now show me!”

“All right then.” The Doctor opened the TARDIS doors. Jenny could see what he meant by ‘unconventional’, although a more appropriate word might be ‘nonexistent’. 

The Doctor was not wearing anything at all. He was fully nude.

Jenny could not help but smile. “Wow! This is certainly a unique look for you.”

“So you’re not offended then?”

“Not at all! You look great!”

“Thanks, Jenny. Would you like to come inside?”

“Absolutely!” The Doctor stepped aside as Jenny entered the console room. “I see 

you’ve redecorated again.”

“Yes, I decided to go for a more casual look this time.”

“That’s appropriate given your lack of attire. How long have you been going au naturel?” 

“Since shortly after I regenerated. It was a particularly nasty one so I needed a place to recover. The TARDIS brought me to an idyllic planet that was home to a nudist community. Everyone there was very welcoming. I enjoyed myself so much that when I left, I realised I did not miss wearing clothes. So I just decided to stay this way indefinitely.”

“That’s nice. So I guess I can call you the Naked Doctor, then?”

The Doctor grinned. “Sure, if you like. Granted, my new lifestyle does have a few disadvantages.”

“Like what?”

“Well, I can’t go anywhere that’s too cold. Or too crowded. I also have to be careful about where I step so I don’t get any cuts or blisters.”

“Yes, and you don’t have anywhere to put your sonic screwdriver,” Jenny winked.

“But believe me, I don’t need clothes to defeat my enemies. I’m just as clever as I’ve ever been.”

“That’s a relief.”

“Anyway, how about we visit the pool?”

“Why?”

“Because there’s someone I want you to meet.”

“Your companion?”

“Yes! Follow me.”

The Doctor led Jenny out of the console room and down a series of corridors. It was not long before they reached the TARDIS swimming pool. Jenny had known the TARDIS contained a pool but this was her first view of it. The pool was massive, with crystal-clear water. It was currently occupied by a young woman with dark hair. Jenny could not help but notice that she was rather attractive but also strangely familiar. 

Thanks to the clearness of the water, Jenny could see that she was not wearing a swimsuit. 

“Doris!” the Doctor said cheerfully, “I’d like you to meet an old friend of mine. Allow me to introduce Jenny Everywhere!”

“Hi there!” Jenny said with a wave.

“Pleased to make your acquaintance,” the young woman said as she swam towards them. “The Doctor’s told me so much about you. I’m Doris Nilethyme.”

“Doris and I met at the nudist community I told you about,” the Doctor explained. 

“She’s the one who introduced me to the whole lifestyle and really opened my eyes.”

“Is that so?” Jenny said, raising an eyebrow.

“Yes and she plays a mean game of bingo.”

Doris got out of the pool and grabbed a nearby towel to dry off. Jenny knew it was not polite to stare but she could not help gazing in wonder at Doris’s beautiful body. She looked like a goddess. Jenny started to hope that she might get to spend some time alone with Doris.

When she was done drying herself, Doris discarded the towel, put her hands on her hips and looked Jenny up and down.

“So you’re the famous Shifter, then?” she said knowingly.

“The one and only!” Jenny replied. “Well, one of an infinite number in the multiverse, I should say.”

“Must be fascinating, being able to shift between dimensions. I’ve seen many wonderful things while travelling with the Doctor but I still can’t imagine what that must be like.”

“Well, if you’re lucky, maybe I can take you with me sometime.”

“I’d love that!”

“Doris,” the Doctor said, “Perhaps you’d like to see the Gardens of Serenity? They’re right outside.”

“Sure! Lead the way.”

The three of them left the pool and walked back to the console room. As they did so, Jenny took the opportunity to get to know Doris a bit better.

“So you lived in a nudist community?” Jenny asked.

“That’s right. Born and raised.”

“I see. Does that mean you’ve never worn clothes?”

“No, never. The whole concept just doesn’t appeal to me.”

“But you still decided to leave so you could travel with the Doctor?”

“Yep. I suppose I’ll go back one day but for now, I could not be happier. Except when we visit places where nudists aren’t welcome. They’re not pleasant.”

“I bet they’re not.”

“Not everyone is as open-minded as you are, Jenny.”

Doris smiled at Jenny, who could feel her heart thumping inside her chest. 

“Here we are!” the Doctor said as he exited the TARDIS with Doris and Jenny following close behind. He took a deep breath and exhaled. “Ah! These gardens are such a peaceful spot. Even more so than the Eye of Orion, if you ask me.”

“Jenny,” Doris said hesitantly, “Do the gardens have a dress code?”

“I don’t think so,” Jenny replied. “And even if they do, there’s no one else around at 

the moment.”

“Excellent!” Doris exclaimed. She took off running, disappearing behind the ‘

gazebo before emerging on the other side. “I’m starting to feel like a woodland nymph! 

I could stay here for days on end and never get tired of it!”

Jenny watched Doris intently. Although they had only just met, Jenny could not 

help but feel she was starting to fall for Doris. She hoped Doris might feel the same 

way about her.

“Oh my goodness!” Doris said with a gasp.

“What?” the Doctor asked.

“Look!” Doris pointed to something nearby. Jenny turned and saw she was indicating a statue. 

“Oh that,” Jenny said nonchalantly. “They’ve got statues scattered throughout the gardens. All done in the classical style. Most of them are nude. Just like you two!”

“But this one looks exactly like… me!” 

Jenny looked closer at the statue and saw that Doris was right. The face, the hair, the body. It was a perfect duplicate. Now she knew why Doris had looked so familiar.

“Hmmm,” the Doctor said pensively. “It does look an awful lot like you, Doris. Have you done any modelling in the past?”

 “No!”

“Well then, maybe you will at some point in your future. It’s possible we’re seeing the result of something that hasn’t happened yet. But that’s time travel for you.”

“But it doesn’t just look like me, it is me! The best artist in the universe couldn’t create such a flawless likeness. There’s only one explanation. Sometime in the future, I will get turned to stone!”

The Doctor frowned. “I hate to say it, Doris, but it seems that you’re right. There are beings in the universe capable of petrifying people.”

“And pretty soon, I’ll encounter one of them and end up as a statue here in the Gardens of Serenity.”

“But it doesn’t have to happen!” Jenny interjected. “Like you always say, Doctor, time can be rewritten! Right?”

“Technically, yes,” the Doctor replied. “Doris’s destiny may not be a fixed point in time. But…”

“But what?!”

“But now that Doris knows her own future, trying to avoid it could create a dangerous paradox.”

“The kind that could rip the universe apart?”

“Maybe not the whole universe. But enough of it to cause several trillion casualties.”

Doris sighed. “Well, I certainly wouldn’t want that to happen.” She took a good long look at the statue. “I can think of worse fates. At least I’d get to stay young and beautiful forever.”

“Don’t say that!” Jenny cried. “We’ll figure out a way to change this!”

Doris shook her head. “Sorry, Jenny. If it’s my destiny to be a statue, then so be it. I’ll just have to make the most of the time I have left.”

Jenny could feel tears welling up in her eyes. “Will you let me take you to another universe first?”

“Thanks for the offer but that would just delay the inevitable. I think it’s time the Doctor and I got going. It was lovely meeting you, Jenny. I’ll never forget you. Goodbye.”

“Bye,” Jenny said wistfully as Doris reentered the TARDIS.

The Doctor gave Jenny an apologetic look. “Wish it didn’t have to be this way.”

“Me too.”

“See you around, Jenny.”

“See ya.”

The Doctor stepped inside the TARDIS without looking back, closing the doors behind him. Within moments, the familiar wheezing noise started up again and the blue box vanished.

Jenny turned back to the statue that was not really a statue. A single tear ran down her cheek. You’ll always be here, she thought. You’ll always be part of the Gardens of Serenity. And I’ll come to see you as often as I like. She was just about ready to shift away when she heard the TARDIS returning. She’s changed her mind! She’s come back for me! But when the doors opened this time, the Doctor was alone and looking miserable.

“Doctor! You’re back already? But you were only gone for a matter of seconds!”

“Seconds for you. A bit longer for me.”

“Where’s Doris?”

The Doctor indicated the statue.

“You mean…”

He nodded.

“What happened?”

“The TARDIS took us to a planet that seemed peaceful enough. That is, until we encountered a Gorgon.”

“I thought those were just a myth.”

“Myths have to come from somewhere. And this one was quite real. I shielded my eyes as fast as I could and ran back to the TARDIS. I could hear the Gorgon following close behind. Fortunately, there’s a mirror on the console. So I forced it to look at itself and, well, I suppose you can guess what happened next.”

“It petrified itself?”

“Precisely. But when I went back outside to find Doris, I saw that it was already too late for her.”

“No!”

“I’m afraid so. Maybe she looked at it for too long. Or maybe she was already resigned to her fate and chose not to look away.”

Jenny started crying again but quickly wiped her tears. “So what did you do with the Gorgon?”

“I jettisoned it into space. But first, I brought Doris back to the TARDIS and had it scan her.”

“Why?”

“To see if there was any organic material left. But there wasn’t. Just stone.”

Jenny nodded solemnly. “And then you brought her here?”

“Yes. I brought her to a time when the gardens were first planted.”

“So she’s been here all this time?”

“That’s right. She’s been watching over these gardens for the last 5000 years.”

Jenny stifled a smile. “I take it there’s nothing we can do at this point?”

“No. Unless…”

“Unless?”

“Nah, it’s stupid.”

“Tell me!”

“Well, supposedly, people who’ve been petrified can be restored by a kiss from 

their one true love.”

“Really?”

“I don’t know. It’s just a myth. There’s no scientific evidence to back it up.”

“But you said that myths have to come from somewhere.”

“Touché! But where would we find Doris’ true love?”

“I think I know!” With that, Jenny walked over to the statue and planted a kiss on its lips. She stood back and waited.

“I told you, Jenny, it’s nothing more than a myth. Plus it’s corny and cliché. You’ll just have to accept that Doris is stuck this way forever.”

Jenny sighed and turned back to the Doctor. “I know. I only wish —”

“What the hell just happened?” said a voice. 

Jenny looked and saw that Doris was standing where the statue had been a moment before. “Doris!”

“Jenny?” Doris looked around her, apparently confused by her surroundings. “What  am I doing here? Doctor, weren’t we on another planet a minute ago?”

“Well,” the Doctor said, “In a way.”

“The last thing I remember was seeing a terrible beast. Ugly beyond words. And 

then I found myself here.”

“That’s because the beast was a Gorgon,” Jenny explained. “And it turned you to stone. But the Doctor defeated the Gorgon and then brought you back here to the gardens.”

“He did?”

“Yes. Turns out you were a statue for 5000 years.”

“Wow! Time certainly flew by. But how am I me again?”

“Because a kiss can restore you. A kiss from your one true love, me.”

“Oh Jenny. I don’t know what to say.”

“How about you love me too?”

“I suppose I do.”

“Glad to see everything worked out in the end!” the Doctor said gleefully. “Doris, now that you’re back to normal, you have a choice to make. Continue travelling with me or stay with Jenny.”

Doris looked at them both, thought for a moment and smiled.

“I owe Jenny my life. I’m sticking with her.”

“Yay!” Jenny yelled.

“Excellent!” the Doctor said, clapping his hands. “I shall miss you, Doris. You’ve made quite an impact on my life. And my wardrobe.”

“I’ll miss you too, Doctor. Does this mean you’ll start wearing clothes again?”

“Maybe after my next regeneration. Until then, I’m still the Naked Doctor!”

The Doctor and Doris hugged. He then waved Jenny goodbye and went back to the TARDIS, which vanished soon afterwards.

“So,” Jenny said, “Ready to start your new life with me?”

“Absolutely!” Doris said with a smile. “I just hope the age difference won’t be a problem.”

“Age difference?”

“I’m 5000 years older than you, remember?”

Jenny laughed. “I’m not worried about that!”

“Neither am I! And now, I’m ready to visit another universe, like you offered.”

“Great! Take my hand.” Doris did so. Jenny concentrated and the gardens disappeared, replaced by a desolate landscape.

“Where are we now?” Doris asked.

“I’ll show you!” Jenny led Doris to a large hole in the ground. It was filled with noisy machinery that emitted yellow smoke into the atmosphere, giving off a rancid smell.

“What the…” Doris said, coughing. “What is this awful place?”

“The Shelonian salt mines! They extract salt from the ground using a process that takes weeks and releases all kinds of noxious gases.”

“Why bring me here?”

“To show you how diverse the multiverse is! It can be pleasant as the Gardens of Serenity or as nauseating as these mines.”

Doris looked Jenny straight in the eye and said, “Jenny. I’ve changed my mind. I want to be a statue again.” 

Jenny blinked and the next thing she knew, Doris was indeed a statue once again.

“Hmm. So a kiss can unpetrify you but if you decide you want to go back to being a statue, you automatically get repetrified? I guess anything’s possible when myths and legends are involved. Oh well. Suit yourself. I can’t love someone who won’t love me back. But I’ll do this one last favour for you.”

Jenny grabbed hold of the statue and shifted back to the Gardens of Serenity. She placed the statue right where it had been before. To put her mind at ease, she gave the statue another kiss. Only this time, nothing happened.

“You’ve clearly made your choice. Spending eternity as a statue. I suppose you’re right. There are worse fates. But as for me, I’m going to live my life the way I’ve always lived it. Waiting for my next adventure.”

With that, Jenny sat back down in her favourite gazebo and was finally able to relax.