#jahs women

[jah-feel]

magic happens when women come together 🌞🫶🏽🌈🙏🏾👼🏽🦋🐬🐚

[curryvillain]

Oldies Sunday: Sister Carol - International Style (1983)

The month of March is recognized Internationally as “Women’s History Month“. In the Caribbean, many Women have made great strides, and they have contributed to shaping the future for generations to come. In Jamaica’s music scene, many Women stepped up and made a difference, and set the tone for other Artists to be inspired by. On today’s “Oldies Sunday“, we highlight a Woman who opened the doors…

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

I am not the asshole, and I think this whole thing is stupid, but I was promised that if I sent my side of things to this blog I could pick the hotel for our honeymoon, and I am marrying a man who once tried to take me BACKPACKING of all things, so this ask has become a necessity. In light of that:

AITA (I'm NOT) for planning the seating for our wedding in a logical way?

I got engaged in June, apparently in part because of my partner writing in to this blog (I don't know how to find or link to his posts, but I'm the man who got the cat to bite him, if that rings any bells?). At any rate, for the past ten weeks, I've been in the beginning stages of planning our wedding with my fiance, whom I have been secretly attempting to remove from the planning process as much as possible. I have ALREADY been given a list of his must-haves, and I AM incorporating as many of them as our budget allows. This has NOTHING to do with the emotional side of the event, and EVERYTHING to do with the fact that this is an idiot with no real planning experience or taste who thinks he knows more than me.

For the most part, this has worked very well. I'm the one who's been collating all the contact information for things, so I just replaced all the emails for the tacky companies with false addresses, responded to his inquiries as the companies to say the date was already booked or the price was outside our budget, and let him filter his way to the ones I DO like on his own. I also made a fuss about being "willing to compromise" on the few things he's picked I'm completely fine with in the hopes I can use it to make him compromise later, and have been humming portions of the songs I want on the playlist in the hopes he'll think he came up with the idea to include them himself.

None of this is the real problem. The PROBLEM is that he is deliberately ruining my seating chart, by moving our horrible friend's seat when I'm not looking.

The man in question dated both of us at one point in our VERY early 20s (both ended BADLY), is generally the messiest person we know, and will almost certainly get sloppy drunk and try to make a speech IF he does make an appearance. I'm banking on the fact that he won't, because he's also ridiculously wealthy, and will almost certainly send us some very lavish gift in lieu of coming.

He is SUPPOSED to be sitting beside my fiances aunt, at the same table as his grandmother, his work friend, and her girlfriend, because all four of these women are stone cold terrors who I believe are more than capable of keeping him in line on the slim chance he does come. My fiance INSISTS they won't be able to have any fun if they're running interference all night, and keeps moving him to sit at the head table instead. You know, where WE are. I finally caught him switching the label magnets on my planning board last night, and confronted him.

I tried leveraging how much I've been compromising already, that he's almost certainly going to RSVP no, and that I shouldn't have to deal with him on our big night. My fiance said he knew about all the fake emailing and such, and told me, and I QUOTE: "Look, the mind game shit was hot when it was just about the colour scheme or whatever, but I actually care about this. So you can suffer with everybody else, or you can do the normal thing and not invite a guy you hate to our wedding, you weirdo."

I said that if I did that, it would take out half his groomsmen, he called me an asshole and said I should go explain this to "literally any rational adult" so they could tell me I was in the wrong, and now here we are.

Would you recommend calling my fiance's bluff, since he doesn't want the man sitting near us either? Or should I focus on ensuring he'll turn down the invitation no matter what, so the matter of where he WON'T be sitting can be a moot point?

What are these acronyms?

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[demmyfuji]

[the-cat-and-the-birdie]

ATSV Fun Fact!! - Mumbattan Cultural Details

Gayatri & Inspector Singh follow the Sikh Religion

Have you ever heard of Punjabi Sikhs?

If you don't know - Sikhism is a religion that originates in northern India, specifically Punjab.

The turban Gayatri's father wears - along with his last name 'Singh' implies that her father is most likely a Punjabi Sikh.

I notice this the first time watching ATSV and was like 'wow that's so cool :)'

It only hit me today that 'Oh wait I don't think a lot of people know about this very-specific, rarely-mentioned religion maybe i should say something,'

And because I LOVE yelling about world culture, LET'S GO!!!

[a SHORT essay where I explain the basics of Sikhism, a religion built on equality and justice. And details in The Singhs design, and exactly why Sikh Representation matters]

So What's Sikhism about?

Often mistaken for Muslims - Sikhs are actually a non-Abrahamic religion, with 20 million followers worldwide.

But even with so many visible practicing members, most people know very very little about this beautiful religion!

Sikhs believe in equality and unity - and defending the oppressed. Their book of faith, The Guru Granth Sahib Ji, is called 'Guru' for a reason - Sikhs see the book as not just a code of conduct, but as a living, breathing teacher for every practicioner;

From Wikipedia on Guru Granth Sahib: Sikhs since then [1708] have accepted the Guru Granth Sahib, the sacred scripture, as their eternal-living guru, as the embodiment of the ten Sikh Gurus, the highest religious and spiritual guide for Sikhs. It plays a central role in guiding the Sikh's way of life.

The Guru Granth Sahib is the spiritual leader of Sikhism, and it's treated as such.

That's why in Gurdwaras - their place of worship - it's treated as such, being clothed and held in ornate structure, constantly fanned throughout it's readings (the fan you can see in the left picture).

They believe that by following the Guru Granth Sahib Ji, they can cultivate compassion, peace, and harmony in their communities, while diminishing 'Mara' - concepts like hatred or violence.

Sikhs believe that every Sikh should revere themselves as champions of unity. And because of this many Sikhs have the same last name -

Kaur for women (Meaning Princess) and Singh for men (Meaning Lion).

Having the same last name also does away with the Indian caste system, making it another point of equality.

In ATSV Gayatri last name is Singh. However from my understanding, her name would most likely be Gayatri Kaur in reality.

I think they kept her last name as Singh as a deliberate choice to keep her initials as GS, like Gwen Stacy.

So is Gayatri Sikh?

Maybe - most likely.

But we can't be sure. Mainly because of her hair.

Gayatri has a short bob haircut, and while that might not seem like it matters, it does!

In Sikhism there are the '5K's - different aspects Sikhs wear to show their faith.

Notice the first one?

'Kesh' is the practice of leaving ones hair completely uncut. That's why you may see a lot of Sikh men with long, long beards!

And hence, the large turbans.

It's done as respect for God's creation - leaving it unaltered.

[Fun Fact! - Rastafarians, a Jamaican religion, also don't cut their hair for this reason. Think Bob Marley. Rastas call God - Jah]

So, Gayatri having short hair means she doesn't keep Kesh.

However, Sikh is a super accepting and open religion, and it's main focus is on acceptance of difference, not conformity - so she could entirely follow the faith without doing all of any of the 5Ks.

Also, if you're curious about the steel sword K - Kirpan, yes that's a thing!

Sikhs of all genders are encouraged to carry a small ceremonial blade with them.

Instead it's a symbol of the commitment to fighting for what's right - and defending those who cannot defend themselves.

A Kirpan can ONLY be used to defend the life of yourself or others, which is incredibly rare.

Why is this all so rad, cool, and important?

If you haven't noticed by now, Sikhism is a religion driven by justice. Not just in theory, but in really life as well.

That's why you may see many Sikh police officers and politicians, even here in the West. Most of them wearing the emblem on their turbans.

In fact, Canada has SO MANY Sikh politicians, that in 2019 they elected 18 of them.

For centuries Sikhs have been dedicated to justice, and developing systems of support, whether that be political involvement or feeding those in need.

The biggest Gurdwara (a place of Sikh worship) The Golden Temple feeds over 100,000 people A DAY.

For FREE.

It's a practice called Langar. A communal meal anyone can enjoy. And of course, Langar food is vegetarian.

Making Inspector Singh a Sikh - and showing him saving people and being warm to his daughter on screen is great representation for a community so often overlooked! Despite the fact they are over 20 million practicing Sikhs.

It's a great detail for Indian and Punjabi representation in specific. It accurate shows their beliefs and commitment towards helping others, no matter the cost.

And from what we can tell, this choice came later in development. We know this because ALL of his concept art shows him with a turban, not keeping Kesh.

It seems like someone later on down the line said 'Wait if his name is Singh I think he's Sikh and if he's Sikh then we're gonna have to redesign him and make that obvious oops'.

That, dear audience, is why you always have an Anthropologist in the writing room. Or some amateur anthropologist like me :)

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I hope you enjoyed reading this, I really enjoyed writing it!! Sikhism is one of my favorite religions and if you have never heard anything from the Guru Granth Sahib I HIGHLY recommend it, it's very optimistic and compassionate. Sikhnet(.)com is also a great resource!

I have no idea if this will pique anyone's interest, but I hardly ever see Sikhs reflected in media and I know many many people may confuse them with Muslim, especially since many women Sikhs keep kesh and cover their hair as well.

But if you ever wanted to know the difference, here it is! If you read this far, thank you SO MUCH. And if you're a Sikh and reading this, I LOVE YOU SO MUCH.

As usual, here's a photo of Hobie for your travels.

BYE.

[alexfromjersey]

𝓒𝓸𝓷𝓯𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓼 & 𝓐𝓻𝓰𝓾𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓼

jenna ortega x g!poc

summary: two months go by after the premiere of Scream 6. after not speaking for a month, Jenna finds you and has some intense news to share.

warnings: mature language, angst, fluff, mentions abortion

a/n: I'M NOT SCARED OF LIONS, AND TIGERS, AND BEARS...oh and I totally forgot that the Met was May 1 sooooo pretend it was a little bit later in the month. 3.7k words

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MAY 2023

Life has certainly skyrocketed for you after you released your vlog of the Scream 6 red carpet premiere. Everyone loved the funny moments between you and Davis and the cast appearances. The fans also noticed the interaction between you and Jenna, which blew up. You gained a lot more followers, going from 16.6k to almost 50k in a couple of weeks.

It was a tad bit overwhelming, having more eyes on you but it’s what you signed up for. You just had to adjust. 

“Chat, I got word that my special package is coming soon for the stream. I’m mad excited to show y’all this shit” You beamed. 

You sat back in your gaming chair wearing black basketball shorts and a black tank top. You had your reading glasses on because you were blind as fuck. You just finished playing the new season of Call of Duty and now you were talking to your chat for the last hour of your stream. 

Lately, you’ve noticed that you've lost focus a little bit. Ever since that night with Jenna, it replayed on your mind over and over again. The way her lips felt against yours, the sounds she let out when you pleasured her, and her beautiful body. 

You hate to admit it but you were starting to feel the actress. You’ve had your fair share of women, some that were relationships and some that were just for fun. But you never felt this way about a girl before and it kinda scared you. 

“When are you releasing new music? Whenever I can find studio time. On some real shit chat, I’ve been writing a lot more lately and I really wanna hit up the studio so anyone that can squeeze me in, DM me please” You spoke to chat. 

It didn’t help that Jenna stopped contacting you after a month and some change. You haven’t gotten any DMs, texts, or FaceTime calls in weeks. At first, you figured she was busy doing her job and she didn’t have any time to talk. A quick little text would be enough though.

But you had to remember that y’all are not together. No use of crying over spilled milk. Davis was upset when you told him.

You stupid motherfucker - again his exact words.

“I haven’t looked at my Reddit in a minute, let’s see what’s happening there,” You said and clicked to Reddit.

The first thing that popped up was a picture of you and Jenna at the restaurant. The caption said, “not Jah tryna rizz up MY WIFE!?!?”

You continued to scroll through the Reddit seeing nothing but edits of you at the premiere. There were some edits and pictures of you and Jenna with outrageous captions which made you laugh. You continued scrolling through and interacting with chat for the last fifteen minutes before getting off for the night.

Now you are bored and hungry. You threw on your slides and grabbed your accessories before leaving the apartment. You were craving a baconeggandcheese on an everything bagel from the bodega around the corner. 

( your outfit ^ )

You got to the bodega and ordered your sandwich, grabbed a soda, and some snacks for the rest of the night. About five minutes later, your sandwich was done. You bid goodbye to everyone in the store including the cat at the register before heading back towards your apartment. However, the loud sound of a horn can be heard throughout the night air. You ignored it, thinking it was not for you, and kept walking. But the horn sounded again and a heavy-tinted black SUV pulled up next to you. You were on guard now, you thought you were about to either get got or robbed. You freed your left hand just in case, you had to pull out the tool. But then the back passenger side window rolled down and a familiar face was seen.

“Yo Hollywood, word to you was about to get got. Why you roll up on me like that?” You questioned as you relaxed seeing her face. 

“We beeped the horn twice to get your attention” Jenna replied. 

“This is New York, car horns are heard every second and can mean various things. We beep and shout out the window here” You joked.

A small smile appeared on her face for a second before she turned to someone in the vehicle with her. 

“I need to talk to you…it’s important” She mumbled loud enough for me to hear. 

“Nah I ain’t getting in shit. You ghost me for a month and then roll up on me like this. How did you find me anyway?” You questioned. 

“Davis…I called him. It took a while for him to tell me where you lived but after I expressed how important it was, he gave it to me. Look, I know we haven’t spoken in a month and there’s a reason for that. If you would just get in the car, I will explain everything” Jenna answered. 

You sighed, contemplating getting in the vehicle or not. But after a small inner battle, you walked to the back driver's side and got in the SUV. Inside the vehicle was the driver, an older woman in the passenger seat, Jenna, and a boy who looked around your age. You were highly confused about what was happening.

“Where are we going?” You asked anyone.

“Somewhere we can talk privately” Jenna answered when no one did. 

You hummed in response, you looked down at her and took in her appearance. She was dressed in Adidas pants and an oversized sweater. She had shades covering her eyes which you found odd since it was nighttime. She kept picking at the sleeves of her shirt and bouncing her leg nervously. 

A clear throat made you look away from Jenna to the unknown boy next to her. He was glaring at you and clenching and unclenching his fist. You raised an eyebrow at him before you snorted. Jenna turned to you at the sound but you didn’t spare her another glance. 

You took out your sandwich and began chowing down on it. It was getting cold and you didn’t know how long this talk was gonna take.

Shortly, you all arrived at a building, it looked like an office building. You finish your meal and throw away your trash before following everyone inside the building. You all walk to the back of a conference room. 

“Okay, so what’s this all about? Cause homeboy over there look like he wanna pop off” You said and pointed to the boy sitting next to Jenna. 

“Jahaziel, I’m Nancy, Jenna’s manager and that gentleman next to her is her friend Hudson Maverick. It’s to our newfound knowledge that, you and Ms. Ortega slept together two months ago right?” Nancy inquired.

“I don’t really put my business out on who I sleep and don’t sleep with, with strangers.” You gave a fake smile to the older woman. 

Nancy sighed and ran her hand through her hair, “Jahaziel I’m -.”

“For godsakes Nancy will you just spit it out already to this girl” Hudson interjected. 

“I don’t know how to come out with something like this Hudson. I told you Jenna should be the one talking” Nancy sighed frustrated. 

You looked back and forth between the two with agitated eyes. They were wasting your time. 

“Listen, if this is about you worrying about running around tell people that we slept together, I’m not that kind of person. I don’t go around telling people who I stick my dick in no matter if they famous or not. So if this is what everything is about, you could have just emailed me” You said and went to leave the room but a soft voice stopped you.

“I’m pregnant”

You stopped in your tracks, Hudson and Nancy quieted down. It was so silent in the conference that you can hear a pin drop in the next room. You turned around to face Jenna who stood up from the table and pulled off her sunglasses. Her eyes were red and puffy like she’s been crying for days and hadn’t gotten a lick of sleep. 

“What?” You whispered.

“Can I talk to her alone please?” Jenna asked quietly. 

Nancy and Hudson looked at each other for a second before nodding. The two got up and left the room, leaving only you and Jenna. 

Jenna stepped towards you, "I'm pregnant. I found out a few days ago when my period didn’t come on. It didn’t come on last month either but I thought it was due to the stress I was under cause it’s happened before. I haven't slept or eaten properly. All I've been doing is crying and crying, wondering how I'm going to tell you. Then I got the courage to finally tell you but then Hudson found the pregnancy test and they started bombarding me with questions."

You felt your heart pick up pace and your palms started to get sweaty. You felt like the oxygen in your body was leaving, you couldn’t breathe. You stumbled into a seat and that’s when Jenna noticed your state. 

“Hey Jahaziel, look at me, breathe okay,” Jenna said and kneeled in front of you. She placed her warm hands on your cheeks and forced you to look at her but you were too busy freaking out.

“I’m a fucking dumb ass bitch, I fucking got a big ass actress pregnant. An actress I barely even know. Do you understand how fucking insane this whole thing is? I just started this YouTube shit, I still live in an overpriced shitty-ass rat-infested apartment complex in a neighborhood where I don’t know if once I step outside I’ll get shot or not. How the fuck you not freaked out right now” You ranted.

“You don’t think I’m losing my mind? Ever since I found out, I have a fucking panic attack every time I wake up. I’m twenty years old, I just booked several movies. I don’t have any time to have a child.” Jenna exclaimed.

“Well, it seems like you getting an abortion is the only option then” You argued. 

“Don’t make that decision for me” Jenna boomed. 

“What the fuck! You just fucking said that you won’t have any time to have a child. What the fuck you gonna do Jenna? Are you gonna fucking wish the baby out of you and everything will fall into place in an instant? You fucking Harry Houdini now?” You yelled, your Bronx accent getting heavy as you shouted. 

“Oh you are just fucking hilarious, huh, your a fucking comedian” Jenna growled.

“You not saying what you want to do! You say you don’t have time for a child then when I say abortion is the only option, you fucking lash out at me.” You roared. 

“Because I don’t want to get an abortion, I want to keep the baby!” Jenna belted. You looked at her face properly now and saw tears were now falling freely down her face. You closed your eyes and take a deep breath in, holding it for ten seconds, before releasing it. You repeated this process a couple of times before you felt yourself calm down. It was a technique the Marines taught you while you were in service, it came in handy most times. 

“I’ve always wanted to be a mom. Being a mom was something I knew I wanted to experience. Having a little mini-me running around with my and my partner’s personality. The experience came a lot earlier than I expected and not the ideal way but I have the chance and I’m not passing it despite what I said because I’ll figure it out. I always figure it out” Jenna confessed. 

She then pulled out a folded Manila envelope and slid it toward you. 

“So if you don’t want anything to do with me and the baby, you can sign your rights away. Nancy’s number is on that business card and she’ll come pick up the papers in the morning” Jenna continued. 

She then got up and walked out of the room.

“Jenna” You called out but she was long gone out of the room with her people following her. 

You sighed and rubbed your hands down your face, extremely stressed out. 

Honestly, you didn’t know what you wanted to do. You never thought about being a parent, especially after the way your father up and left you, your Mom, and your older brother years ago. You never gave parenthood a thought. You needed a second opinion and a blunt.

🤰🏻🩵

It was now 2 in the morning, you sat on your fire escape looking down at the streets with the papers in your hand. You just finished your second blunt of the night to help with the racing thoughts but it only increased it. You kept staring at the signature on the paper, wanting to write your name but not wanting to also. 

“You stress anymore, you gon’ pop a blood vessel” Davis said as he stepped out onto your fire escape. 

Once you found a way back home, you immediately called Davis and told him everything that happened. He told you as soon as he finished with his project, he was rushing over. 

“I feel like I’m about to have an aneurysm,” You said. 

“I would be too if I was in your position. This shit is a mess” Davis stated and took the papers from your clenched hand. He looked over it and exhaled deeply. “So you sign this and all your rights are taken away. No seeing the baby. Nothing?”

“Nothing. I won’t have a say in anything, can’t see them. I’ll literally just be the sperm donor” You said. 

“Is that what you really want? To be known as the sperm donor. You realize that she’s a mega actress and once the news gets out, it ain’t gon’ be long til people figure who the other parent is” Davis stated. 

“I don’t know what I fucking want. A part of me is ecstatic that I have a child on the way.” You exclaimed. 

“What about the other part?” Davis questioned.

You sat in the chair with cloudy eyes. Once Davis got a look at your expression, he immediately realized what this was all about. 

“Your father. You don’t want to end up like him” Davis nodded. 

“It’s been six years and that motherfucker still finds a way to haunt me. It’s pathetic” You scoffed. 

“No, it's human. Jah, he is your father-”

“Was. That bitch ass motherfucker ain’t shit to me now” You seethed. 

Davis sighed, “Either way, who said you was gonna end up like him. You plan on signing those papers and ditching your child? That ain’t you.”

You looked down at your hands, finding them more interesting. 

“Look, all those feelings you feeling right now…is that how you want your child to feel about you when they grow up. That you ain’t nothing but a bitch ass motherfucker?” Davis questioned. 

You took in your best friend’s words. “Look I know this whole situation is unconventional but you have to own up to it. You and I both know for a fact that you don’t want to sign these papers. You want to be in your child’s life. So stop being a fucking idiot, rip up those papers, and apologize to Jenna.”

Suddenly, the alarm on Davis’ phone starts to blare. You checked the time and saw that it was almost 3 o’clock now. 

“I have to get some rest for tomorrow. But on some real shit Jah, really think about what you want” Davis added before disappearing inside your apartment. 

Once again, you were left alone on the fire escape with nothing but your thoughts and the occasional crackhead shouts. You looked down at the papers again before shoving them back into the envelope and heading inside for the night.

🤰🏻🩵

The next morning, you were up and ready. You only got like an hour of sleep but that hour of sleep gave you a mindset. You texted the number on the business card and finesse your way to getting information about where Jenna was going to be today. She had a fitting for her Met Gala dress at the moment at a studio Downtown, so that’s where you were. You parked your car and paid the meter before heading inside the studio where she would be.

(your outfit for today ^ )

You texted the number that you were downstairs with the papers. After waiting for about ten minutes, you expected to see Nancy but Hudson came downstairs. 

“Jahazel or whatever you name is…” Hudson greeted with no emotion. He held his hand out, waiting for the papers but you never put them in his hands.

“Firstly it’s Jahaziel and secondly, I know I’m probably the last person she wants to see right now and I don’t want to mess up anything she’s doing right now. But can I talk to her please?” You pleaded.

“Absolutely not. Not after what you said to her yesterday, I’m not letting a hoodlum like you step near her again. You ruined enough for her already” Hudson hissed. 

“Who you calling a hoodlum skinny Fred Jones” You questioned offended. Hudson attempted to grab the papers from your hand but you moved them away. The move made his whole face start to turn red from anger. 

“Give me the papers before I call the cops on you” Hudson threatened.

“Call the fucking cops pussy” You snapped and stepped towards him. Before either of you can lay a hand on one another, a brolic man stepped in between y’all. You recognized that it was Big L and he was pulling you away from Hudson while another security guard stood next to him.

“I need you to calm down” Big L’s rough voice ordered. 

“Alright, alright I’m calm” You grumbled and pulled your arm from him.

“Listen, meet in the back alley in ten minutes” Big L instructed in a tone that only you and him can hear.

“Big L…my man you attractive and all but I don’t swing that way” You joked.

Big L rolled his eyes, “I’ll take you to see Jenna.”

“Oh, that makes more sense. I thought you were about to suggest something to me” You lightly chuckled. 

Big L just looked at you with a neutral expression before walking away toward Hudson.

“Damn not even a little giggle?” You pouted as you left the building. 

You waited in your car for ten minutes before going into the back alley like Big L said. He was waiting for you at the door and motioned for you to speed up. He then took you through various rooms and floors. By the 10th floor, your legs were jelly.

“Aye yo, Black Panther why didn’t we take the elevators? I’m not that fit like you. I’m skinny fit I was born with abs I didn’t work for these like you did” You complained out of breath.

“Because Hudson told every guard in the building to have you arrested for trespassing if they spot you” Big L answered.

“Is it really that serious though, you would think I be fucking aggressively stalking Jenna” You huffed and walked up another flight of stairs.

“Hudson has always been overprotective of Jenna, ever since he started working for her last year” Big L commented.

“Overprotective? For what reason?” You asked.

“Don’t know. I don’t get paid to ask unnecessary questions” Big L replied. 

You hummed in response and walked up another two flights of stairs before Big L opened the door to the 13th floor. Big L checked to make sure no guard was in the vicinity before he motioned you to follow him. You felt like you were on a James Bond stealth mission, it was exciting. He took you to the last door on the floor before knocking. 

“Ms. Ortega, Nancy will like to come in” Big L said.

“Okay, send her in” Jenna spoke after a moment. 

That was your queue to enter the room. You closed the door behind me and took in that you were in an open floor room with racks of clothes against the windows. It smelt expensive as fuck in the room.

“What are you doing here?” Jenna’s voice brought you back to reality. She was standing in front of you with a familiar flannel on. It was buttoned to cover her chest area but unbuttoned around her stomach area. Through a tiny gap, you can see her belly protruding a little.

“I…uh wanted to talk to you” You spoke. 

Jenna scoffed, “I think you spoke enough last night.” She walked away from you and into a different room.

“Wait, look I apologize for the way I reacted last night. It’s sincere too cause people from New York don’t apologize” You stated. 

“If you came here to be a comedian, you can go Jahaziel” Jenna grumbled. 

You sighed, you have to be serious. You can see that she’s stressed and not in the mood for jokes so you had to be serious. You walked up behind her and grabbed her shoulders. At first, she shrugged you off but you placed your hands there again and more firm. You turned her around to face you.

“Real shit, I’m sorry Jenna. For everything last night, you didn’t deserve me talking to you like that. Truth be told, I was mad scared when you told me that you are pregnant. My father up and left my family when I was 15 and it left some deep wounds in me. When I was younger I aspired to grow up, get married, have a family, and have a love like my Ma and Father did but then he left without saying a word and it tainted that aspiration. I got scared because I didn’t want to be like him” You explained to the shorter girl. 

“You could have told me that. I would've understood completely” Jenna mumbled.

“I know and I should’ve but I’m not really good at explaining my feelings.” You responded. 

Jenna glanced at the envelope in your hand, “I’m guessing you made your decision.”

“Yeah, I did” You replied and ripped the envelope in half. Jenna gave you a surprised look. “Look, me and you made this baby together even though we ain’t in a relationship…yet. I don’t want to be like my father. I also don’t want you to do this by yourself. Our baby, our responsibility. I’m with you to the end Hollywood” You smiled and stuck your hand out.

She looked down and chuckled before shaking your hand. The two of you looked into each other’s eyes and never stopped. The room felt hotter and your hand was still holding hers. Suddenly, Jenna took your hand and placed it on her small belly. 

“Til the end NYC” Jenna smiled.

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[aita-blorbos]

Aita for eating apples off of my FIL's apple tree?

My husband and I have been living at his dad's place. My FIL said to specifically never eat the apples growing in the garden. I thought this was a silly rule especially because there's so many of them and he never seems to eat them himself or plan to sell them or something. It's almost like he planted that apple tree there specifically to tell us not to touch the apple tree. Anyways I ate the apple, sorry not sorry. But then my FIL got mad and kicked us out of the house and my husband went on a rant about how all women are untrustworthy and will cause the downfall of humanity... I feel like this is a huge overreaction for both of them but everyone supports my husband and says I'm in the wrong. AITA?

[chezzabellesworld]

Modelling industry and astrology

So with astrology, we have the 12 houses which represent every area of our life now with modelling, there’s going to be a lot around the first house because the first house is our physical body and how we get through the world how we look how we all look different how some people are to how some people are short, how some people have significant features how others don’tI just think it’s a weird industry to get into start and I feel sorry for the women who are in it, many have met over the years that is designed for it, looking like a more child like body. That is why I added The last couple of slides with like the child like toy and the outfit.

See also the media want to the attention of men, and capture them are feeling the glaze of them of a woman, a woman who is irresistible, a woman who is unattainable a woman who other women feel they could never look like so he can be a very scary situation for young girls. You really really want to be in this position.

So if you have Neptune or Venus in your first house in a Pisces house, it’s going to be delicate features, beautiful delicate features that are very slight and great for the modelling industry as they capture pictures as well with their delicate features rather than other people who have more defined features different kind of modelling, different kind of industry, different kind of brand With Versace. Maybe they want to stand out more with Jah Vinci maybe it’s a bit different, and then you get someone who has Venus in their first house, you’re gonna have someone who’s got a classic kind of beauty if it is in libra or Taurus is in its home sign, but let’s do something different here let’s say you have your first house in Leo and you’re Leo rising but your Venus is in Leo too. Then you might have really beautiful hair and they might really wanna show off your hair as your classic modelling feature and your best feature in the industry. Let’s say you have Neptune in the first house but it’s in Aries you might have a really beautiful unusual shaped head, but it gives off really gorgeous. Looks all the school might be larger.

save it to one feature if I’m very attractive if it is Neptune in your first house whatever hours have been these people have really beautiful spiritual look to them and they are classically beautiful but also unusually beautiful all at the same time. Marilyn mum I had this placement, and she had this dreamy Neptune and look in her eye. Courtney Love had it and she had a very raspy voice and a very girly way of dressing that was almost coquette, some degree you could say, Gwen Stefani has it has this placement, and she has her own brand as well, and she’s very good at rebranding herself and do different things and different errors and she’s able to do that really well river Phoenix also had this placement and he gave off a really good dreamy appearance. He looked like Kurt Cobain they look like each other and they sadly died around the sort of same eras, now let’s say you have somebody who has Uranus in the first house you’re gonna have someone who has an unusual feature that may be attracted to some people but not others so they may have a slightly larger nose. They might have a rather tall frame, it’s gonna be something a bit awkward about it maybe depending what sign it’s in also so let’s say that’s in Taurus they could have a really large thick neck or they could have a really long elegant neck astrology of like it’s how you see it, it’s how you put it together it’s like a puzzle and it doesn’t have to be how it looks at a first glance.

We have our 90s supermodels

Naomi Campbell Gemini, son, Gemini Capricorn, rising

Kate Moss, Capricorn, Sun Scorpio, moon, and Leo rising

Linda Evangelista Virgo son with a Taurus moon, and she had problems with her neck Taurus Wenk, with the cool shaping

Cindy Crawford, Pisces,sun pisces, moon, cancer, rising

Claudia Sheffer, Virgo,sun 🌞 Gemini, moon, Scorpio, rising

Christie Turlington  Capricorn, sun Gemini, moon, Sagittarius, rising

[dwtdog]

At this point unless someone comes out with credible evidence of a crime being committed, idc i just want george to give his final statement and caiti to give her final statement so they can both move on, heal, and most importantly have dnf reevaluate their perspective on they treat women moving forward

jah

[seoafin]

Not massively into cucking tbh but sumn about ripmc makes her hilarious material for it specifically because she'd rlly just not GAF😭 her ass would straight up see her loved ones getting screwed and just be like :) hehe I am so happy for you shall I watch or can I keep recording this documentary on mummification And it's like ????😭 whatever u want beautiful...????

Like it's partially kinda sad cus it's evident she's like this due to 9th circle of hell levels of shit self esteem; sis has thoroughly internalised the notion of being inherently undesirable to such a degree that OFC to her nobody would think she's enough and OFC she'll always be the worst option and if it's another girl her lover(s) are fucking well OFC she's being straight up replaced; it's only logical and fair given she so cruelly replaced her mother's life when it's her all along that should have died (oh jah es ist over für mich)

I'd say that personally (cannot speak 4 others ofc) I feel as tho ripmc's cuckability kinda depends on how you the writer would frame it. I feel like an actual realistic in depth look into why she's okay with being cucked would actually be one of the worst most depressing and horrible things ever written, low-key nauseating even, as it goes into how fucked and defeated her sense of self-esteem and dignity is and well, if u jerk off to feeling gut-clenching vom inducing angst then yeah that would work lol... but going in the opposite direction you'd have a literal comedy on your hands especially cus my personal theory is that rip!mc is actually the same breed as Yuta in that they are both low-key lady killers, they are both sickly lookin timid milquetoast loser types that are somehow hidden womanisers. Like yes stsg would fuck whichever 4th is in their bed real good but sumn about how earnest ripmc is with people pleasing and administering praise would have her spoiling said hypothetical bedmates, esp if they were a woman, to the point where honestly...? She'd have some one night stands falling in lov w her I think LMAO, like if that broad Meiko ever tried some shit again I wouldn't be surprised if somehow ripmc managed to seduce her like yeah stsg cock and balls shaboing boing but have you ever felt the tender touch of ripmc caressing your ear and gazing at you in the eyes like you're the rarest star in the sky as she murmurs about how precious and not like the other girls and lovely you are and she means it too cus how the fuck else would she remember u wore versace bright crystal the one time u dropped a bobby pin next to her outside the woman's toilets... She would b making the girlies have a Lois running away w the hot girl cashier family guy moment I fear (the Target laser is stsg)... Like pls, w the way these womens trad husbands treat them she'd have the Real Sorceres Wives of Tokyo considering hettie conversion therapy 💯🙏trust

HELP there are so many crazy points of this message but I can't get over the way you described ripmc and yuuta as "sickly looking timid milquetoast loser types" like....that's poetry baybe

[oc-aita]

AITA for trying to stop someone from killing me?

I (800million M, 60M physically) have been preparing for 300 million years to try to stop an absolute monster of a women (21F) who was prophesied to kill me.

She died. Not really. She died and I hijacked her afterlife to lie to her. I told her that we would make a deal in exchange for her immortality. This was a lie, as either way she would get her ‘immortality’. I was just stalling to confuse her in the long run. She is.. connected to an eldritch entity, one that I have been trying to keep for myself. Inevitably she is supposed to ‘gain control’ of the eldritch entity and kill me, then go on to become death itself and destroy the world.

So I did everything I could to stop her. My cult, 300~ million years old, tried to cause.. inconveniences, but her strange immortality was getting in the way. Over a few years, about 4 years, I tried to stop her. She was getting stronger and closer to learning the truth, so I wrapped her into my cult and started to manipulate her for months. The plan was to succumb her to my power and then consume her power and get rid of her.

However, I did not account for someone trying to save her. She has a strange… friend, thats cursed to be bound to her. However, I managed to fix this, by tricking them into killing each other. She came back, he did not. She eventually began to merge with the eldritch horror and learn the truth. She wants to kill me as revenge for tricking her and her friend into killing eachother, lying to her, giving her religious trauma, other mild inconveniences, and being a ‘conservative boomer’. whatever that means.

AITA for trying to stop someone who is prophesied to kill me from killing me?

[yusiaf]

‼️‼️ URGENT ‼️‼️

Marhaba? My name is Yusiaf Mboya O. , the purpose of this fundraising campaign is to collect donations from heartfelt fellows to help me support my family in Gaza at this time of difficulties.

My entire family suffered catastrophic conditions due to the war that has been going on for five months now.

We are ten am the forth born . My father died in the first bombing where our first born was later killed in the same place. My mother and I relocated to the boarder together with my brothers and sisters.

We are suffering from the most catastrophic humanitarian conditions. Since October 7, We've been fleeing from the bombing.We survived two attempts to bomb the house while we were in it, and the siege of tanks, and the fear, horror, hunger, and desert life on the Egyptian borders in tents.

We appeal to your active support to help me enable my family to survive and escape from the cruelty of war.

We ask you to spread this campaign with your friends and family and on your accounts on your social media platforms.

House bombing:

On the fourth day of the war, the family was exposed to the bombing of the house while they were inside it.

The horrifying day it was to us and we were all injured by bruises and suffocation due to the bombing.

We manage to escape despite the great suffocation, especially among us children and the elderly, as everyone fled the house without looking back, we were not able to take anything from it.

We lost our entire house and everything in it, as it was bombed again the next day.

The child Fatima suffered a nervous shock following the direct bombing of the house, which led to her sight as well as unable to speak for several days.

The hell of displacement and tank siege:

We were displaced to the central Gaza Strip amidst the bombing and extreme terror that afflicted us.

We arrived at a house there, and then we were displaced under the bombing to Khan Yunis, south of the Strip.

We stayed for 2 months, suffering from lack of basic needs like food, clothing and water until tanks surprised us at dawn on Sunday 01/21/2024.

It surrounded the house we were in and began firing fire, shells, and incendiary phosphorus bombs throughout the night.

The fire entered the house and a fire broke out in it.

We cannot describe to you the horror of children, women and adults as well

A full night of terror, similar to horror movies, but they lived it in reality.

Due to no rescuer, no paramedic, no hospital, none could reach the area where many neighbors were killed and they continued to bleed to death without anyone saving them from the jaws of death.

We were able to escape the next day and, with the grace of Jah, we were saved again!

Kindly donate for us if you can and share if you can't. 👇👇

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for asking my boyfriend to wear lingerie?

Wow that sounds really fucking weird and this is weird but anyway

I (31M) am dating a guy (29M) and have been for about 4 years now, and we share an apartment. He's so beyond perfect and I am insanely lucky, and I'm planning on proposing to him this June.

Important to note that he is FTM. I am not, I'm very cis. He doesn't dress very masculinely, he likes dresses and skirts and stuff, which I like because he looks fucking hot in them and it makes him happy to dress like that. I haven't ever seen him wear ladies' underwear or anything like that before, only boxer briefs. I didn't really realize that till after this conflict though.

Lately I was in... a certain store for adults, picking up some undisclosed items, and noticed some lingerie that I thought would look really good on him. I ended up buying it as a gift.

When I showed it to him that night though his face just fell. He started tearing up and said he really didn't want to wear it and that he felt really insulted that I'd ask him to wear something like that. I apologized right off the bat, but I said was confused and I told him that he wears fem clothes the time. He told me that women's underwear made him feel really dysphoric and the lingerie had this thing, I forgot what he called it, but it basically makes the breasts more prominent like a wire or something (I grew up with two equally cis brothers and a mom who never talked about any of this so cut me some slack). He got top surgery years before he met me so I'm not sure what he's talking about.

Anyway. I apologized and put it back in the bag, told him I'd return it and I intend to. We ended up going to bed without having sex like we planned. He didn't touch me at all all night and didn't kiss me goodbye before he went to work the next morning.

I want to be very clear. I'm not trans, and I would never challenge him on what makes him dysphoric. But I do want him to explain what upsets him so I understand. I want to know what he's thinking so he doesn't just shut down on me.

One last thing. I know this is the drastic actions website but I don't want to see any of the "break up" comments or any sort of slander against my boyfriend. I love that boy and I am going to marry him if he'll have me.

Was I TA for getting him a gift? I wanted to surprise him but it did not turn out well. I would also appreciate any advice, especially from other trans guys. Thank you all.

What are these acronyms?

[kpopsexstories]

NCT MOST MEMORABLE SEX – Story #16: XIAOJUN

A new story/member every Monday. Click here to view the posting schedule.

Story: Xiaojun goes camping with friends when a girl he only just met sneaks into his tent at night..

Type: MEDIUM

Content: Missionary, Fingering, Female orgasm.

Word Count: 4,783

Members: Xiaojun

Story #16: XIAOJUN

Jia (pronounced “Jah”) was Xiaojun's best childhood friend in Dongguan, China. He once got to second base with her, but they quickly knew they were meant to stay just friends.

Now, years later, going camping was her idea. But it wasn’t Jia who snuck into Xiaojun’s tent that night, and gave him the sensational orgasm this story is about.

The trip had been planned as a girl’s trip, weeks before Xiaojun announced that he'd be back home to visit. It was meant to be an evening of setting up tents, hiking, cooking in the great outdoors, and catching up with old friends around an open fire.

Since Xiaojun left, Jia and her girlfriends had all gotten jobs, or moved on to universities in various parts of the country. Because the six girls hadn't all been together in so long, it promised to be a memorable evening, and it was now or never if the group of girlfriends ever wanted to make a reunion happen.

But two years had passed since the last time Jia saw Xiaojun in person, long after his move to Korea. There was no way she’d miss a chance to hang out with him either, and listen to him talk about his latest tour which had just come to an end. Thus, after a quick consultation with the girls, it was decided that he would be invited too.

Xiaojun immediately said yes to join on the trip. It wasn't until the day of it that he realized that he'd be the only guy there.

It didn't bother him though, and he knew all but one of the girls from before. They weren’t complete strangers, though he did feel out of place when the six girls came to pick him up in a cramped, borrowed van.

Xiaojun suddenly found himself surrounded by young women, quite a change from the all-male dorm he was so used to.

The newcomer was Xue, Jia’s university roommate. She was new to some of the girls too, but the mood in the van was great from the moment they left the city behind. Within an hour’s drive, both Xiaojun and Xue felt like part of the gang.

The trip took them deep into the countryside, to the outskirts of a forest by the foot of a small mountain chain. One of the girls knew a spot, and she had suggested it as their camping ground. They arrived when evening descended, and bonded while they unpacked and set up the tents.

Jia got a fire started, and Xue put herself in charge of cooking dinner. Once they’d eaten, they all talked and laughed well into the night, telling stories around the campfire. The awkwardness Xiaojun first felt in the car was long forgotten.

Xue was a straight-forward, talkative addition to the friend group. Xiaojun, who needed more time to warm up to new people, was fascinated by her. She had a shy aura around her, yet was somehow incredibly social.

He found her hard to figure out, but Jia got along well with her roommate, and that was all that really mattered. They’d been through so much, and grown up a lot, since the last time Xiaojun and Jia got to spend quality time together.

Xue showed an immediate interest in Xiaojun. Around the campfire, she asked him all kinds of questions about life in Korea, and about what his best friend was like when they were kids. Soon enough, Xiaojun warmed up to her too.

When the fire eventually died out, a complete darkness had long since surrounded them. Someone suggested it was finally time for bed, and everyone agreed. It had indeed been a memorable evening.

Four tents awaited the group. The girls slept in pairs, while Xiaojun had brought his own. As the friends said goodnight, they turned on their flashlights and walked off in different directions.

When they disappeared into their respective caves, a sudden quiet fell upon the campsite. Only the soft murmur of the surrounding forest broke the silence.

It was a warm night. When he had zipped the tent shut, Xiaojun immediately began to undress. He took everything off, including his underwear, and put on a pair of pyjama pants he had stuffed away in a backpack. He crawled into his sleeping bag, but kept the upper part open to keep the air flowing.

As he lay there shirtless and happy in the night, far away from civilization, he listening to the quiet outside. At first, he heard nothing at all. Then, when his senses adjusted, the sounds of nature came knocking.

Bugs and night birds were all around him, distant yet so close. The wind was blowing softly in the trees, branches rattling occasionally. The atmosphere felt eerie and unnerving, but also cozy and liberating. It had been a great night indeed.

Unbeknownst to Xiaojun, however, the night was far from over.

Suddenly, a flashlight flickered somewhere outside, in the direction of the burnt-out campfire. The light grew bigger, turning the sides of the tent from pitch black to a strong white. Xiaojun heard a twig break, and soft footsteps approaching.

Perhaps one of the girls had gone out to relieve herself in the forest, he figured.

“Xiaojun,” a voice whispered outside. It was much closer than he'd imagined. He suddenly became alert and sat up straight.

“Xiaojun,” the voice repeated. By now, the source of the white light was just outside the thin fabric shielding him from the outside world.

Maybe it was Jia who couldn't sleep and came over for a chat. With his shirt off and lower half still in the sleeping bag, Xiaojun scooted forward and reached for the zipper.

When he opened it, it was Xue who poked her head in and smiled. The flashlight lit up her face and his skinny, half-naked body inside the tent.

“Can I come in?” she asked.

Xiaojun was surprised but answered without hesitation. “Sure,” he said and scooted back again to give her space.

He had no idea why she was there, but he didn't question it. They were all friends now, and the forest had kept him was wide awake anyway.

Xue took off her shoes, threw the flashlight onto Xiaojun's backpack by his feet, and awkwardly but confidently crawled inside the small tent. She closed the zipper behind her.

The space was cramped, but she immediately made herself comfortable by laying down on her side next to her new friend. She stretched out, and never stopped smiling.

Xiaojun sat with his arms around his knees, and turned his head to look at the girl. The flashlight by his feet illuminated the tent and their bodies.

“I can't sleep,” Xue said, to provide an explanation for her presence.

Her smile suddenly went away, and her gaze became distant. She was leaning on an elbow as she stared straight at Xiaojun's torso, and looked as if she'd suddenly disappeared into a dream world.

Xiaojun didn't say a word, not even when Xue reached out and softly stroke his bare back with her fingertips. She stared at his light skin with a contemplative expression on her face.

The touch felt nice, but it took Xiaojun off guard. An electric sensation rushed through his body, and when it became too much for him to handle, he quickly lay down on his back. Xue immediately retracted her hand.

When he turned on his side to face his guest, she stared back into his eyes. It was an empty yet piercing look, and it hit him straight in the heart.

“Does the forest scare you?” he asked, in an attempt to calm his body and think about something else.

“Not at all,” Xue said. She was suddenly smiling again, as if she'd been waiting for Xiaojun to say something. “I just wanted to spend some more time with you. You don't mind, do you?”

“No,” Xiaojun said.

It was at this moment that he suddenly became aware of the situation. He had grown so accustomed to the girls over the past hours, and was used to non-sexual intimacy with Jia, that it didn’t feel strange that a girl hade come into his tent. Now, however, he realized that she had touched his bare skin, and that the way she locked eyes with him felt different.

There was a spark between them, and Xiaojun suddenly felt excited. Why was she there? The spark had ignited earlier in the evening, and now when he looked at the beautiful girl in his tent, it grew into a small fire.

Xue was quite pretty, and he was already exposing himself to her. She had indeed come to him for a reason, but she’d never imagined that she’d find him half naked when she did. She wanted to touch him further, to explore his body, and Xiaojun seemed to react well to her presence.

“I'm cold,” Xue suddenly said and huddled a little closer. It was an obvious lie, seeing as the air outside was anything but cold, even at this hour. In fact, with two warm bodies inside the small tent, it was already starting to feel unbearably hot.

By now, Xiaojun had caught on. He grabbed the edge of the sleeping bag and held it open, inviting Xue to climb in with him. Her eyes immediately lit up.

For a fleeting moment, she glanced down at Xiaojun's shaved armpit, his nipples, stomach and narrow waist, all the way down to the seam of his pyjama pants that disappeared into the bag. The pants were hanging low, revealing his v-line pointing into them.

Then she crawled inside. Close together, they huddled up inside the bag. Their legs intertwined, their pelvises pressed together, and once Xue had found a comfortable position Xiaojun put his arm around her.

Xue buried her face in his chest, then tilted her head up until heir eyes locked once again. She was feeling anything but cold.

Foreplay starts here…

With his arm around her back, Xiaojun pulled the girl closer. He let his hand rest on her back over her t-shirt. His crotch pressed against her hip, harder and harder as it grew in size.

When Xue felt his boner poking her through his pants, she placed an arm around his naked torso and leaned in for a kiss. To her surprised delight, Xiaojun kissed her back.

They made out for several minutes, hidden away from the outside world. Everything and everyone around them disappeared from their minds, like the world outside the tent seized to exist. Xiaojun's heart beat faster, his boner grew harder, and as their lips and bodies touched the burning flame he felt burst into a blaze.

It was, however, indeed exceedingly hot inside the sleeping bag. When Xiaojun began to sweat, the fabric of the bag felt sticky against his bare skin. It was an unpleasant sensation.

He grabbed the edge of the bag and pulled it down, freeing their upper bodies. The air felt cool as it engulfed his moist skin.

Unrestricted and with a blazing fire inside him, Xiaojun swiftly but gently rolled on top of his lover. Their lips never stopped touching. The air felt even greater when it reaches his back, as did Xue’s hands when she began to feel her way around his warm body.

Leaning on a forearm, Xiaojun's weight pushed down on her. He too began exploring. In between soft kisses he felt Xue up, touching her breasts over the t-shirt. He moved his hips slowly, pressing his boner harder between her legs as they made out.

He was thrilled that she was there, and that she let him touch her like he did. Soon, when he grew more confident about why she had come and what she wanted, his hand found its way inside her shirt.

Xue, who wasn’t wearing a bra, closed her eyes and panted softly when the skinny boy cupped her naked breasts. Xiaojun rubbed his body against hers, and kissed her with a burning passion.

“Do you wanna have sex?” Xue asked. Her tone was sweet and she almost whispered the question.

It was pointless to even ask. Of course he wanted to, if she'd let him.

“Yeah,” Xiaojun whispered back, softly into her ear. With her arms around his shoulders, he leaned in and started kissing her neck.

Xue suddenly pushed at him, motioning for him to get off her. When he did, he was confused by the sudden change of direction. Xue pulled her legs up and climbed out of the sleeping bag, which only disappointed him further.

For a few short seconds, Xiaojun lay there horny and alone. But then he understood. Sitting on her knees, her head touching the wall of the tent, Xue reached into the pocket of her pyjama pants. She smiled at him when she took out a condom and held it up for him to see.

Xiaojun grinned. Yes! he thought to himself. The blaze was suddenly growing out of control.

Xue began to undress before his eyes. He lay on his side and stared wide-eyed at her beautiful body, a faint smile and longing expression on his face.

First, she took off her shirt, exposing the breasts Xiaojun had fondled just moments earlier. They were lit up from the side by the flashlight near his feet, and he couldn't take his eyes off them.

Then, she lay down on her back and stretched out her legs. Slowly, she pulled off her pants.

Finally, once she was completely naked, she looked at Xiajun with a naughty expression. She let his eyes wander all over her body, and thoroughly enjoyed the sensation of him checking her out.

Xiaojun was in awe. His mouth was half open while his eyes took it all in. He eventually fixed his gaze between her legs.

“Damn you're beautiful,” he said.

Xue smiled at him. When she noticed where he was looking, she reached down between her legs and started massaging her clit. She put on quite a show for him.

Happy that everything was working out the way she'd hoped before she had entered his tent, Xue began to squirm for her lover. She fingered herself while moving her hips, a slow and sensual performance. Xiaojun’s stiff dick was throbbing with excitement inside his sleeping bag.

Suddenly, Xue withdrew her fingers and sat back up. Swiftly, she crawled back into the bag with him. Once inside, the kissing quickly resumed.

This time, it was faster and more passionate, as Xue relaxed on her back and an insanely horny Xiaojun leaned in over her. The blaze had now spread from his heart and dick, to every inch of his body.

The condom lay on the ground beside them. Xue reached for it, tilted her head back so she could look her lover in the eye, and held it up.

“Put it on,” she said.

Xiaojun rolled on his back, sat up half way while leaning on his elbows, took the condom from her hand, and unwrapped it above his stomach. When he was done, he put the wrapper aside and reached inside the open bag to take off his pants.

The bag slid down as he shuffled around inside it, and as the two lovers were fighting for the limited space it offered them.

Once the pants were off, Xiaojun's shaft was only barely covered by the sleeping bag. In the light from the flashlight, he hunched forward even further to reach inside.

His expression turned serious as he focused on getting the condom properly on the shaft. Xue, on the other hand, smiled wide and giggled. She looked on with fascination, saw the root of the shaft, and admired Xiaojun's abs working hard to hold his head and upper body raised.

When Xiaojun was finally done, he relaxed and lay down flat on his back. “We'll have to be quiet,” he said and returned his focus to Xue.

She smiled to him reassuringly but didn't say a word. Instead, she placed a hand on his cheek and the kissing resumed.

For a while, neither of them made any move to make use of the condom. Laying side by side, they simply kissed and touched each other's naked bodies.

When Xiaojun reached in between Xue’s thighs, the sleeping bag slid further still down their legs. His bare ass became exposed as he felt his way around her clit and began to finger her.

Xue was horny and wet. When Xiaojun's fingers penetrated her, she opened her mouth and closed her eyes. Saliva was forming by the edge of her lip. This was insanely hot, and she couldn’t wait to feel his throbbing cock inside her.

While he massaged her, Xue wrapped her leg around her lover’s thighs, pressing her pelvis ever tighter against his. Eventually, Xiaojun had to remove his hand as they ran out of space between them.

He moved his hips sideways back and forth, his boner pressing against Xue's thighs and stomach. When she spread her legs a little wider, and wrapped herself a little tighter around him, the moment they were both longing for suddenly happened.

Sex starts here…

Xiaojun opened his eyes wide when the shaft found the opening. As he pushed his pelvis forward, and the head penetrated the hole, the sensation caught him by surprise. It all happened so naturally, and it felt absolutely amazing.

Xue, in turn, suddenly let out a moan. When the throbbing dick slid inside her, she tilted her head back, and Xiaojun began to kiss her neck. She held her arm tight around his back, pressing his chest hard against her breasts.

This prompted Xiaojun to leap on top of her. He rolled her sideways and lifted his ass, only to swiftly push it back down again. Xue spread her thighs further to let him in, wrapped her arms tight around his waist and shoulders, and entangled her legs around his.

The shaft slid deeper inside, and Xiaojun almost stopped breathing altogether. He shut his eyes hard, while slowly continuing to push down further.

“Does it hurt?” he asked.

“No,” Xue said. “It feels good.”

Once the thrilling sensation of the initial penetration had settled, Xiaojun relaxed his body. He began moving his ass up and down, at a slow but steady pace.

To the backdrop of the dark night and faint sounds of the forest, inside the illuminated tent and with Xue’s soft breathing by his ear, Xiaojun buried his face in her hair and neck. He fucked her gently, and occasionally lifted his head to steal a kiss.

Xue lay mostly motionless, periodically caressing his warm back, and lifting her hips for an even deeper penetration. Her breath grew heavier with each lustful thrust.

Despite the slow pace and the sleeping bag having been pushed further down their legs, Xiaojun was sweating profusely. Their hot bodies were squeezed tight together, and his muscles were constantly working to keep the rhythm.

The physical activity amounted to a steamy atmosphere, and as hot as it was outside and as nice as it felt to be free of the bag, the temperature was high within the walls of the cramped tent.

Each time Xue moved her hand across his back, she let it slide a little further. At times, she felt the sticky hair on his neck. Moments later, she'd be tracing his spine with her fingertips, gliding all the way down to his lower back.

As she felt his sweat with the palm of her hand, Xiaojun gradually picked up the pace. Their rocking motion began to make a clasping sound as their wet skins collided.

Xue eventually reached down and let her hand rest on Xiaojun’s ass. She enjoyed the feeling of his cheeks tensing and releasing, tensing and releasing alternately, as he used the muscles in them to move his pelvis up and down. The cheeks felt toned and chiseled one moment, and soft and fluffy the other.

When she touch him like this, a thrill rushed through Xiaojun's body. They been at it for quite some time, and the sex had become monotone, but the blaze was suddenly awakened from a slumber. He rapidly began fucking the beautiful girl harder and harder, faster and faster still.

With his ass in the air, Xiaojun spread his knees to cool his balls and the inside of his thighs. To penetrate her deeper, he placed the weight of his upper body on his hands, and pushed his chest high in the air.

When air flowed between their upper bodies, they both felt a sense of cool relief. Xue too was soaked, though it was unclear if it was her own sweat or his that drenched her body.

With his arms fully stretched, Xiaojun looked down at his lover. Xue's breasts shook below him as the sex became increasingly intense.

She grabbed on to his wrist beside her, and reached down to press harder on his butt cheek. From this angle, Xiaojun's shoulders looked broad when he held his arms wide, towering high above her face.

Xue lifted her head to glance down between her legs. Her eyes followed the path of Xiaojun's chest and stomach, down to his skinny waist which move up and down on top of her.

Each time Xiaojun lifted his ass, the root of his shaft became visible. For a brief moment, Xue envisioned his throbbing cock rubbing against her insides and expanding her clitoris. She moaned quietly while she stared at the shaft going in and out of her wet pussy.

“Mm, you feel so good,” Xue whispered. She shut her eyes hard and let her head fall back down onto the ground.

Xiaojun caught her ferocious expression, and it turned him on even further. He'd been close to an orgasm for a while but had managed to keep it in check.

Xue held him tight around the waist with one hand, and placed the other on his shoulder above her face. As a pleasurable sensation grew inside her, she started to move her own hips with en increasing passion. Faster and faster, until she finally matched Xiaojun's already high tempo.

Suddenly, the sensation reached its full potential. Xue let go of Xiaojun's shoulder and instead began to massage her breasts. She raised her spread knees, and reached back down with one hand to press down on the ass a little harder. Her legs began to move around almost uncontrollably as the ultimate pleasure struck her. It rushed through her body like a freight train.

Xiaojun noticed the change in her, and the sight of her squirming body and sensual movements below him brought him to the edge. He could no longer hold it together.

In the midst of Xue's lasting orgasm, he too exploded. The orgasm was made obvious by an impulsive moan. He grimaced and panted, struggling to keep as quiet as possible as not to let the other girls hear them in the tent.

Sweat was dripping down his forehead when he ejaculated into the condom. His hair was sticky wet, and his ass and lower back were soaked. The shaft kept pushing in and pulling out as he emptied several waves of cum into Xue’s wide open body.

When the climax was over, they both had their mouths wide open, struggling to catch their breaths. Xue stopped massaging her breasts and squeezing the ass, and instead let her legs and arms fall flat on the ground beside them.

Xiaojun, in turn, collapsed on top of her. His body was gliding with ease on her stomach and breasts, and he eventually slid off her altogether. His dick pulled out of her one final time, and fell half-slack, half-hard against his hip.

The sleeping bag had come all the way down to their feet. It lay piled up in the corner next to Xiaojun’s backpack, his pyjama pants still crumpled up inside it.

“Holy fuck,” Xue said, a little too loud for comfort.

By her side, Xiaojun buried his face near her armpit, his lips gently touching the side of her boob. “You’re freaking amazing,” he panted heavily.

“That was some of the hottest sex I’ve ever had,” Xue said. “You made me come.”

Xiaojun snorted. He found the comment amusing. “Hot indeed,” he said. “I don’t think I’ve ever been sweating this much in my life.”

“Not even on stage?” Xue asked.

“Not even on stage. It’s way too hot in here!”

The fire, however, and finally been put out. Once he’d climaxed inside her, Xiaojun was spent both physically and emotionally. The flames ignited by Xue’s sexy body and piercing eyes had left his body, and now all he felt was comfort and satisfaction.

Yet it was that flame that had made the sex so memorable. If it wasn’t for their initial spark, and the blaze it had started inside him, it wouldn’t have been as amazing as it was.

Xiaojun knew this, and he smiled to himself when he thought about how great it felt to just lie there beside Xue, resting his head on her chest and holding her beautiful body. She’d done something incredibile to him, and he had done the same to her.

It was a night he'd never forget.

*****

Xiaojun woke up to the sound of voices outside his tent, as several of the girls had started packing. When he opened his eyes, he saw a different world from the one he’d fallen asleep in.

Everything was bright around him. The flashlight was still on by his feet, but it was hardly noticeable. When contrasted to the sun, it was drowned out by the strong daylight piercing through the sides of the tent.

Xue was still snoring peacefully beside him. The sleeping bag was still in a messy pile by their feet. The sweat on their bodies had dried up, and now she felt smooth and soft to the touch.

Gently, he kissed her breasts to wake her up. When she didn’t respond, he carefully caressed her cheek.

“Hey,” he whispered. “It’s time to wake up.”

Xue opened her eyes. “Morning,” she said and smiled. She yawned, stretched her naked body and rubbed her eyes.

Xiaojun sat up, suddenly feeling a little nervous. What would Jia say to the fact that he’d just had sex with her friend and roommate?

Xue, however, seemed relaxed. When she sat up too, she gave Xiaojun a kiss on the lips.

“Damn,” he said. “I wish you hadn’t done that.”

“Why?” Xue asked.

Xiaojun looked her in the eye and took her hand. He placed it on his chest, where she felt his heart beat fast. Then he led it down, to the hard shaft between his legs.

Xue giggled. “Oh,” she said when she realized what Xiaojun meant. “Damn. I’d better get dressed and leave.”

But they didn’t get any further before the zipper at the front of the tent suddenly came open. Xiaojun immediately panicked on the inside, and for a moment his body froze. Xue quickly pulled her hand away from his boner.

Jia’s head popped in. She had a big grin on her face, and it grew even wider when she saw her two friends sitting completely naked in the tent.

“Morning sweethearts,” she said and laughed. Xiaojun didn’t move a muscle.

“Morning,” Xue said and smiled back.

“We're gonna go for a hike before we leave. I was gonna ask if you want to join, but I guess you have better plans.”

Xue and Xiaojun looked at each other. “We do,” Xue said without hesitating.

“Alright,” Jia responded and winked. “Have fun you guys.”

She quickly left and closed the tent behind her. Once she was gone, Xiaojun and Xue burst out in laughter.

“Come here,” Xue whispered and pulled Xiaojun closer. They kissed, and she reached down to grab his shaft again. Slowly, she began to stroke it.

“I have more condoms in my tent,” Xue continued. “We’ll wait until they’re gone, then I can go get them.”

Xiaojun's heart was racing. What had started as a random encounter was turning into something more, and the spark inside him quickly returned.

“What do we do in the mean time?” he asked and smirked.

“Oh, I can think of a thing or two.”

To the sound of birds chirping and the girls getting ready outside, Xue lay back down on her back, and Xiaojun followed. They made out while she stroke his cock, and he began to explore her body, this time in broad daylight.

As it would turn out, this wasn’t just a one time thing, but the start of a wonderful relationship.

[shroomje]

The Angel That Calls Me Hers ♡ Simon "Ghost" Riley, part 3

Warnings: asking to be killed, mentioning suicide, sorta angsty, this isn't the end dw

"You promised to tell me your name."

"I had hoped you had forgotten about that. Si, you have to realize how much of a big deal this is. Once you pass, you will join me in Skaa'ilö and you'll be with me for all eternity."

Simon didnt look put off at all, he simply smiled and nodded. "Yes you told me. Now tell me your name."

She walked closer to him holding his hands in hers. A faint blue light surrounded their joined hands.

"My calling is Naa'teijah." A shock rippled through the earth, passing through Simon and the womens body, simon could feel their souls being connected, a deep love embedded in his heart was woken.

"Nahteja?"

She smiled a suppressed a giggle.

"No, love, Na-ah-te-e-jah. Naa'teijah."

"Naa'teijah. Naa'teijah." He whispered her name as if he was tasting it in his tounge.

"Si, you know i need to leave now, right?" His eyes snapped up to him.

"What?" He grasped her hands again. "What are you talking about?" She smiled warmly, cupping his face.

"I need to prepare for your death now, I won't be able to see you as much anymore."

"I dont want you to leave. Please, Naa'teijah." Tears began forming in his eyes and Naa'teijah kissed his face, just below his eyes.

"I'll always be with you. you'll always be able to smell me. Times goes much faster in my realm, so I'll be with you in no time, my sweet boy. If i stayed in your realm, i would loose my head and go mad."

"You'll be with me soon, Simon, and I'll always protect you. You won't die until you're supposed to."

"Kill me now then. Please Naa'teijah, i need you"

"And you'll have me, sweetboy. But not yet, and do not dare try to do it yourself, do you understand me?"

Simon nodded, keeping his eyes locked on hers. The woman unclasped her locket, opening the picture to look at it, hiding it from simon before closing it and putting it on Simon.

"You won't be able to open it until i come to get you. I love you, Simon, and i promise I'll see you soon, but dont forget to live, i refuse to take your life if it wasn't worth living."

She stepped back, and long, wispy wings sprouted from her back. They were nearly translucent, and they had a blue tinge to them.

"Are you a fairy? I assumed youbwere an angel."

"In a way, yes, i am, a Fae of death, but we are often called fallen angels."

"When will i see you again?"

"Im not sure, Si, but I'll always be with you when you fall asleep, i promise. "

And so she was gone.

[aita-blorbos]

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