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bad behavior | jjk | m

This is in the same universe as “bad influence.” It can, however, be read as a stand-alone.

— summary; in which staying late to volunteer at a self-help meeting was the best decision you made in a while.

— contents and warnings; smut, the endless adventures of badboy!jk x goodgirl!reader, public sex (in a church…), dirty talk, fingering, degradation (name calling) but also praise, unprotected sex, clothed sex, creampie, cum play, there is a window and also reflections, rough sex, cockwarming, jk being a lil shit because that’s his main personality trait, jk smokes (only mentioned), enemies to fuckbuddies: dawn of the first day

— words; 8.2k

— author’s note; for the anon that asked how their first time was like ;) join me as we explore the lore of this godforsaken couple

It was your mother’s idea for you to find a new place to volunteer. According to her, it had been a long time since you experienced “the invigorating energy of community work” — last time was when you were trying to level up your college application — and it could really “soothe your anxious soul” during the trying times of college finals. Apparently one tutoring program and two research projects weren’t enough to distract you, but you could see where she was coming from.

In the end, you accepted. The old places you used to volunteer in had either shut off their programs or were just too far away from college for you to consider. At first, you decided to follow your mother’s suggestion and tried to work with children — “small miracles”, as she called them — in a local daycare. Which ended up being a terrible idea.

You liked giving back to the community, you really did, but it wasn’t long until you realized that working with infants hasn’t been your wisest decision, and that children weren’t miracles at all. You got tired of going home covered in paint and with pieces of playdough entangled in your hair, and that was when you weren’t unlucky enough to get hit with other, less clean fluids.

So you eventually gave up — both on the daycare and on the faint idea of one day going into pediatrics — and searched for a new place. After having to yell your way through retirement homes, and getting fed up with washing people’s sidewalks, you finally settled in a program that was flexible and light enough for your intense college hours: preparing (and then later cleaning up) a room that was reserved in a local church for weekly meetings.

The entire ordeal took about two to three hours off your day, and more than half of it was spent as free time: waiting for the meeting to end, cramming piles of information in a small room next door. You didn’t really know what the meetings were about since they changed practically every month — they were, at first, a support group for teenage mothers, then it became an AA meeting, then a group for drug users trying to quit. Lately, you were starting to think that the church just gave away the room for whoever had the money to rent it, so it wasn’t a surprise when it was reserved for a motivational speaker to give confidence lessons.

You had researched the guy, some old dude with an unpronounceable name and a sketchy background, and found exactly the type of person you had expected. Yes, you were in the house of Christ, but you were still being heavily judgmental of the fact that he was giving those talks when he had no qualifications whatsoever, and was probably making bank off all the self-help books he regurgitated at least twice a year to prey on vulnerable people. You did share your worries with the administrative office of the church, but they ultimately fell on deaf ears, and you gave up on the idea of kicking his ass out of the holy grounds anytime soon.

It was after one of those pseudo-motivational talks that you walked into the empty room, ready to clean everything up before rushing back to your place, where your roommate had promised to greet you with some wonderful takeout. The chairs were still placed in a circle on the center of the room, where they had been since forever, and you made sure to align them perfectly before you moved on to the litter that had been thrown around the place.

One good thing about those self-help meetings was that they were a lot cleaner than a lot of other attendees, so the “picking up the trash until your back started to hurt” part passed by surprisingly fast. You had just moved on to the snack table, analyzing what you could still save, when your soul almost left your body.

“Hey, you,” you heard a known voice behind you. “What are you doing in here?”

You swiftly turned around, heart thumping violently against your ribcage. You didn’t know how you hadn’t let out the biggest, most blood-curdling scream ever, but that was just the first of many miracles of the night. “Jesus Christ,” you wheezed out, taking one hand to your chest. “You shouldn’t sneak up on people like this.” You swallowed dry, some part of your brain recalling that he had asked you a question. “And I’m volunteering here.”

“I didn’t sneak up on you, you’re just jumpy.” Jungkook scoffed, leaning against the doorframe with that stupid playful smirk curling up on his lips. You didn’t know they allowed demons inside the church. “And of course you are.” He rolled his eyes.

Maybe a few months back, his mocking tone would’ve stung a bit more. However, you had been tutoring Jungkook for about three months then, suffering through endless sessions of his whining and complaining, and you’ve grown used to his passive-aggressive antics already. You learned that Jungkook was a shark seeking for blood, waiting for any crack that would allow him to jump into a perverse little joke — about how you behaved, your priorities, or even the color of your highlighter. You, of course, always stood your ground and threw his comments right back at him — which was his initial plan, as you’ve come to realize. Jungkook enjoyed playfully arguing with you, and you thought that it was another level of strangeness and masochism you simply didn’t have time to dissect.

Still, Jungkook (shockingly) wasn’t the terrible person you once thought he was. Every once in a while — when he was trying to talk you out of teaching him — the conversations you two would have were actually mostly pleasant, and he wasn’t awful to hang around when he dropped the whole badass persona to act like a real human being. You would even dare to say that Jungkook could be actually funny at times, and not in the bitter, sarcastic way he usually was. Sometimes, you dared to think, he could actually be reasonably nice. And also kind of cute. Even hot.

But you would never actually admit any of that out loud. Or even to yourself, really.

“And you?” You asked, turning back around to face the table full of half-eaten food. That looked like a battlefield, and you could already tell that there were only a few survivors left standing. “What are you doing here? Repenting?”

Jungkook chuckled dryly. “You wish. My parents want me to quit smoking,” he said. You could not see him, but you could hear him walking closer to you as you fumbled with the large Tupperware. “We settled on this crap instead of a forced intervention.”

You scoffed. Most of the food before you was unsalvageable — some of the cupcakes had been bitten once and then placed back, and you wondered how someone like that could function in society. “You don’t seem very motivated to quit,” you mumbled.

Jungkook clicked his tongue. “I don’t really care.”

His voice was much closer to you, and you felt the air leaving your lungs for a pitiful instant. You convinced yourself you had only gotten scared again. “You should care about the growing possibility of lung cancer.”

He shrugged. “Maybe. But it’s not really on the top of my list of priorities at the moment.”

“And what is?” You asked.

“Amongst other things…” he trailed off and, suddenly, he was standing besides you, pointing at the chaotic pile of sweets. “I actually came back to grab another one of those cupcakes. The chocolate ones are great.”

You didn’t know why, but his comment broke the odd tension that you didn’t even know that was there, clicking you back into your previous mentality — the one that you just wanted to finish cleaning up so you could leave soon. “All yours,” you told him, “grab as many as you want.”

Jungkook hummed in satisfaction, reaching out to grab one special brown cupcake — an untouched one, thankfully. “I love when you talk dirty.” He almost moaned before shoving the cupcake inside his mouth, taking a huge bite off it. Dramatically, Jungkook rolled his eyes and sighed in delight. “These are fucking great.”

You chuckled, glancing at his direction. Jungkook was dressed in all black, like he usually was, and you were starting to recognize a newfound admiration towards his constant use of leather jackets. What? He looked good. “I’m glad the self-help sessions are paying off,” you commented, swiftly placing the cupcakes inside the transparent container.

Jungkook was paying attention to your actions now, like he noticed you were there working for the first time. “What are you doing with the rest?”

“The church will probably donate it, give it to the homeless or something.” You shrugged. “Or they’ll eat it, I don’t know. I just clean up the place and leave.”

Jungkook laughed at that, taking another monstrous bite from his cupcake and throwing himself on one of the nearby chairs. Your eye twitched a little at the thought that he had ruined your perfect circle, but you’d have to fix that on your way out. “Sounds absurdly boring,” he sang. “And they’re not even paying you.”

You sighed. “After all the places I’ve volunteered in, boring is a blessing,” you told him. You had just placed five hot dogs in the container, and you were starting to wonder if it would be a good idea to feed people in need with those suspicious sausages. “But, yeah, you probably don’t care about any of that.”

“You don’t know what I care about,” Jungkook said matter-of-factly. You didn’t know if he was trying to tease you, but his voice came out so soft and monotone that you couldn’t really be mad about it. It was true, after all: you didn’t actually know what he cared about. Sometimes you thought that he could read you better than you could read him. “Want me to stay here with you? This place is probably empty already.”

You could not hold back your laugh at that, turning around so you could look at him. “Are you offering to be my bodyguard? In a church?”

Jungkook pouted. There was a thin line of chocolate on the side of his lips, which he quickly licked clean. “I’m trying to be nice.”

You giggled, turning back towards the disgusting food. The rest was mostly trash, but you were happy enough with the amount you had managed to find in a good state. “That’s new.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He asked. “I’m always nice.”

“Always is a strong word.” You smiled, closing the lid of the Tupperware. You had managed to fill three small containers with the leftovers and, honestly, that was a big victory. “But you can stay or you can leave, I don’t mind. I’m almost done anyways.”

He frowned. “Is that your answer?”

You turned around. “What? You want me to beg for your company?” You smiled. “You’re mistaken if you think I’d ever do that.”

“I’m staying.” Jungkook crumpled up the piece of cupcake wrapping and threw it in the trash can besides your body. He watched you for a moment as you started to throw the leftovers away, your back turned to him and a distracted look on your face. When he broke the silence again, you were throwing the last piece of bread in the bin. “Why are you volunteering?”

“Because I like giving back to the community.”

Jungkook sneered at your words. “Seriously now. Don’t lie, we’re in a church.”

“I do, actually,” you stood your ground. There was a vague sound of crickets coming from the half-open window and the low buzzing of the fluorescent lights above you, but, other than that, the city was covered in absolute silence. Perhaps that was why you felt so at peace. “But my mom told me it would be a good thing to keep myself relaxed. You know, take my mind off college stuff.”

He hummed, and you heard him getting up from the chair. “You always do what your mom tells you?”

You met his gaze. “Didn’t your parents make you come here?”

He smiled. “Not the point.”

Before you could hold yourself back, your lips were curling up. Again: Jungkook wasn’t absolutely awful to be around when he actually acted like a human being. “When she says something I agree with, yes,” you told him. “My ego isn’t bruised when it comes to following someone’s idea.”

He raised his eyebrows. “You’re saying that mine is?”

“I didn’t say that.” You smirked and turned back to the table. You started piling up the used plastic cups, already eyeing all the used plates, forks and knives that you’d have to throw away. The daycare had better eating manners than that. “Thought we were talking about me.”

“We were,” Jungkook agreed. One of his inked hands moved to the table, and you were about to tell him that he could eat more of the cupcakes when you realized that he had started to reach for the discardable plates, throwing them away. You really didn’t think he’d help you. “Finals are coming up, though, and you care about that shit. Shouldn’t you be using this time to study or something?”

“I study while you’re out here listening to becoming your real self or, I don’t know... waking up the giant within,” you said. “I’m fine, don’t worry about it.”

He hummed, his nose cringing up at the disgusting remains of food that stuck to the plastic forks. Jungkook seriously didn’t know how you could do that for fun. “You know there are better ways to relax than cleaning up a dusty room, right?”

“Probably,” you agreed. The cups were already in the trash, alongside with the plates, and there were only a few crumpled up napkins to get rid of before you tasted the sweet nectar of freedom. “But here I am. That’s what I chose for myself.”

“Literally any other option would’ve been better,” Jungkook pressed on. “Isn’t that obnoxious friend of yours in cheer or something?”

“Who? Jisoo?” You smiled at him. No one had ever called her obnoxious, but you couldn’t say that the title didn’t fit. Jisoo could be really… intense when it came to standing up for what she believed in. “She is. She invited me to join her already, if that’s what you’re gonna ask, but it’s not really my thing.”

“It’s a shame,” he mumbled, leaning against the table. It was a beautiful miracle how clean that room had become just by getting rid of the piles of gross food, and you had proudly thrown the last piece of paper inside the trash bin when Jungkook spoke up again. “You’d look really hot in that outfit.”

You stopped in your tracks, taking a second to digest the claim he had so mindlessly thrown your way. Just like all-things-Jungkook, a pleasant conversation could not last long, so you weren’t even surprised that he managed to ruin that talk with such a fuckboy-esque comment.

Also like all-things-Jungkook, he managed to awaken a reaction out of you that you didn’t even know could be there. With a faint heat in your cheeks and a frown blossoming amongst your features, you actually felt a little bit of... satisfaction with the fact that he thought that you’d look hot in that skimpy outfit. At the same time, you wanted to slap yourself for falling into his charms so easily.

In that conflicting turmoil of emotions, all you could say was a monotone, “You cannot be serious right now.”

Even if you kind of wanted him to be serious.

“I’m being dead serious,” Jungkook didn’t back down, much to the elation of your ego. You felt like a schoolgirl being recognized by her crush, and the idea alone made your stomach curl onto itself. What the hell were you even thinking about? Yeah, Jungkook was pretty hot, but he was also kind of a douche and you didn’t want to get involved with that mess of a person. Or at least that was what you were trying to convince yourself of. “I mean…” he continued, “you’re even rocking this knee-level dress right now, can’t even imagine how you’d look if—“

“You can shut up now, Jungkook, thanks,” you interrupted him. Because you didn’t know how to act when he was so blatantly flirting with you, you switched back to the same passive-aggressive behavior that you had given him for the past three months. Call it self-preservation, call it panic, but your mind simply didn’t know where to go from there. “And I’m also done here, so you can skidaddle back to whatever swamp you came out of.”

“Awn, don’t be mean, princess.” He pouted. Jungkook was a master at getting you worked up, and you had just given that to him on a silver platter. Maybe if you had mock-flirted back, he would’ve baked away. You would never know. “I was just fucking with you, you’re too easy to tease.”

You pressed your lips together, hip touching the corner of the now empty table. “You were pretty much harassing me,” you said playfully.

“I was not.” Jungkook smirked, shoving his hands inside the pockets of his pants. When had the two of you gotten so close? There was barely any space between your chests. “But it’s okay, I’m not gonna compliment you anymore, don’t worry. You don’t have to be so defensive.”

“I’m not being defensive,” you said, defensive.

“What, is it the church setting?” He raised his eyebrows, taking a look around. “Is it making you uncomfortable?”

“No,” you answered, crossing your arms before your chest. Jungkook followed the movement and his gaze got stuck on the shape of your breasts for a second too long, making a newfound wave of heat rise up to your cheeks. “Not as much as you’re trying to make me uncomfortable right now.”

He chuckled. “You do look cute when you’re shy,” Jungkook teased, taking a step towards you, and you took another one back, pretending you were just going to lean against the table. You sat on it in a weird diagonal position, with one leg still on the ground and the other dangling over the edge. Jungkook was so close that, when he spoke again, voice just above a whisper, you could feel his breath on your skin. “If you don’t want me here, just ask me to go and I’ll go.”

You opened your mouth to respond, but no words came out. The atmosphere was filled with electricity, your body drowning in the warmth of his presence, the sharp seriousness in his dark eyes, and you could not bring yourself to say anything. Did you want him to leave?

No, you realized in a rush of adrenaline, you didn’t want him to leave at all.

Jungkook raised one of his eyebrows. “Hm? Nothing?” He smirked, placing himself between your legs. Every nerve of your body was screaming for you to touch him, to just wrap his mouth with yours, and you simply could not respond to any of its commands. “You’re full of surprises.”

You found your voice at that comment, heart hammering against your chest. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You’re a smart girl, you can figure it out.” Jungkook placed one strand of your hair behind your ear, his gaze flickering down to your chest. From where he stood, he could see the beautiful mounds of your breasts peeking under the fabric, licking his lips at the sight. “Can I at least say that I like your dress?”

Jungkook’s palm slithered up your knee before you could even react, moving towards your inner thigh and raising your dress along with it. His touch was electrifying, and you found yourself craving more of it, a sigh caught on your throat at the tenderness of his hot skin.

“Something tells me that your compliment isn’t so innocent,” you told him, leaning your head back slightly so you could hold his gaze. “Aren’t you gonna complete that and say that I would look better without it?”

Jungkook chuckled. “The idea is compelling, I’ll admit it,” he said, rubbing soft circles on your skin. His other hand slithered around your waist, pulling you closer to him. “But don’t need to take it off to fuck you.”

Your eyes grew wide at that, brain short-circuiting. You frankly couldn’t believe that was happening — the fact that Jungkook was so shamelessly trying (and honestly succeeding) to initiate sex with you. In a fucking church too, of all places. “What- what did you say?”

“You heard what I said.” His stare didn’t falter. Jungkook was looking at you like he could eat you whole, and you seriously wouldn’t mind if he tried to. You'd deal with the social and psychological implications of that another time. “Just tell me to stop and I’ll do it, princess. No hard feelings, promise.”

This time, you spoke out and the firmness and certainty in your voice surprised even yourself. “I don’t want you to stop.”

“No?” His voice sounded like honey, so deep and melodic even through the thick layers of his sarcasm. You had never heard him get so serious, so focused, and the thought that it was all for you was igniting a fire inside your guts. “You wanna get fucked in a church?”

You bit your lip, blinking up at him. The point was: you wanted Jungkook, of all people, to fuck you. The fact that it was in a church was just the cherry on top, and you didn’t care about it as much as you should — your mom would be weeping blood if she knew what was going on, but you weren’t planning on telling anything to anybody. “And what if I do?” You asked back teasingly.

Jungkook smiled, knocking the breath right out of you. You could only hope that you didn’t look as horny as you felt, because your pride was still on the line. “Told you that you were full of surprises.” He pushed one of your legs open, making you lose your support on the floor. Now, both of your feet were dangling off the edge, body trapped between his strong arms and thighs on either side of him. “Are you a virgin, baby?”

You shook your head, and your voice reached you a bit later. “No.”

“Naughty,” Jungkook said, leaning in. He stared at you like a lion stalking its prey, his gaze lingering on your parted lips before, at last, he tilted his head to the side, deciding to move towards your neck instead. “But if you have the taste I think you do, you probably had some lame missionary sex with some goodie-two shoes.”

When he started kissing your neck, you almost forgot to give him a response. You had to bite your lip to suppress a moan, instead producing a low, shaky sigh. “And if I did? What’s the problem with some lame missionary sex?”

“No need to get mad, I’m on your side here,” Jungkook said, one of his hands navigating up your waist, between the valley of your breasts, before grabbing your boob. That time, you couldn’t hold back the whimper that escaped you. “Did he make you cum?”

“Sometimes,” you said, slightly flustered. You didn’t think you’d be discussing your sexual history with Jungkook, but, well, there you were. “He was alright.”

“Only sometimes?” Jungkook chuckled, the vibrations of his deep timbre vibrating through the sensitive skin of your neck, his thumb grazing your nipple. The heat between your legs only grew, your entire body practically begging to feel more of him. “That’s a shame, I could do better.”

You rolled your eyes. “Don’t start getting cocky.”

“I never stopped being cocky,” he responded without hesitation. Well, he was right. “And I do have a good track record.”

“Doubt it,” you said, the ghost of a smile lingering on your lips. You knew that you were playing a dangerous game, pressing right at the weak spots of his inflated ego to see how he would react. Perhaps you’d be luckier trying to poke a bear with a short stick. “You wouldn’t know the difference between a real and fake orgasm even if it hit you in the face.”

Jungkook leaned back and looked at you for an instant. You knew he had caught onto your challenge straight away. He liked it as much as you did, there was no doubt about that. “Let’s see, shall we?” he asked. There was no denying the devilish aura that was all around him now, suffocating you with its tempting heat. “How long do we have?”

“I’m locking up the room tonight,” you said, watching as his eyes sparked with an emotion you could not decipher. “But I wanna get home before ten. Have homework.”

You could see him fighting against the natural urge to ridicule you for saying something like that at such an odd time, but, at the end, he managed to avoid it. “More than enough time.” Jungkook placed one hand on the back of your neck, gaze darting hungrily toward your lips. “Come here.”

And then his mouth was on yours, and everything else was white noise. Jungkook kissed you much slower than you had anticipated, taking his sweet time caressing your mouth with his; hands exploring the curves of your body and teasing their way underneath your dress. He sighed heavily against your mouth when you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, pulling him closer and deepening the kiss, his soft tongue poking out and entering your mouth perfectly. Jungkook was a good kisser, you had to admit it, and he got your knees weak sooner than you’d like.

His body was hot and firm against yours and you could feel the outline of his abs underneath your fingers as you trailed your hands down his torso; his quick heartbeat drumming on your palms. Jungkook’s breathing got heavier as you hooked your fingers on the hem of his pants and tugged him toward you. Instantly you noticed the outline of his hard cock against your inner thigh.

Then, something switched. Just as you had reached out to touch his hardness, squeezing it lightly underneath your fingers, Jungkook groaned against your mouth and bit down on your lip. You had barely any time to react before he was pulling away from the kiss, gaze darkening.

“Such a tease,” he mumbled hoarsely, his breath hitting your mouth in soft waves. His hand was hovering over your heat, his middle finger pressing down on your sensitive nub, making you whimper. “You don’t know what you do to me.”

Jungkook was much quicker than your thoughts and, within a second, the motion of your panties being pushed aside made you fumble closer to him; your hands holding tightly onto his shoulders when he finally decided to touch you.

“Fuck,” he groaned next to your ear, making your mind go blank for a split second. The teasing motions of his digits brushing your entrance were enough to make you whimper, hips thrusting forward in a failed attempt to make him move further. “Look at this, you’re soaking my fingers. Wanna get fucked that bad?”

But he didn’t let you respond. The sudden intrusion of two fingers inside your pussy made your back arch, nails digging in the leather of his jacket as Jungkook opened you up. “I—” you tried to speak, but it was hard to think when he started pumping his fingers in and out of you. The sounds of your wetness were a filthy symphony filling the quiet atmosphere. “Jungkook, what—”

“God, that’s so tight,” he groaned, speaking through clenched teeth. His voice was enough to shut you up at the spot, a frail moan dripping from your lips. “Relax, baby, you’re too tense. Let me take care of you, alright?”

You nodded, eyes drifting shut as he continued to pump his fingers in and out of you. You hated to admit it, but Jungkook was already winning against your ex by a long shot: the way his digits brushed inside you, gradually moving apart to stretch you, got you searching — begging — for more. You were sure you could cum around his fingers and, when he curled them up and they dragged against your sweet spot, the idea became a lot more palpable.

“Jungkook, you’re taking too long, I’m gonna cum like this,” you complained, chest rising and falling under the waves of your upcoming orgasm. You could feel it building up in your stomach, ready to snap, and you didn’t want it to happen around his fingers. “I wanna feel you.”

Jungkook breathed out at your needy request, placing a kiss against your jaw. “I’m just getting you ready for my cock, baby,” he said. A loud moan dripped from you when he unceremoniously added a third finger, your legs trembling on either side of his body. “I don’t know if you can take it.”

You scoffed. “Don’t flatter yourself,” you said, only half aware of the fact that your voice sounded more like a whimper than a serious comment. “I can.”

He smirked wickedly. You really were pushing his buttons. “We’ll see about that,” Jungkook responded.

Within a second, right as your orgasm was about to wash over you, he removed his fingers from your pussy. The frustrated moan you let out was quickly swollen by him, his mouth rogue against yours and the sweetness of his tongue intoxicating you — probably those stupid cupcakes, you thought.

“Turn around for me,” he asked.

You quickly did as he requested, putting your feet on the ground before turning your back to him, hands leaning on the table. Jungkook placed one hand on the curve of your spine, pushing you down until you had your chest against the surface, ass perked up and pussy in full display for him. There was a gush of cold air against your flesh when he pulled up the fabric of your dress and tossed it over your waist, exposing your lower body for him.

The boy hummed at the sight, one of his legs kicking your feet apart so he could position himself in the middle of your thighs. “You’re pretty all around,” Jungkook commented, one of his palms grazing your asscheek before grabbing it. His motion was harsh, needy; earning a whimper from you. “Knew you would be.”

Through the dense clouds of your desire, there was still some part of you that managed to make fun of that situation. “You spend your free time thinking about my ass?”

“Won’t answer until I have a lawyer present,” he joked.

You felt his fingers hooking around the fabric of your panties, pushing it further to the side so you had your cunt fully exposed for him to see. The drumming of your heartbeat almost drowned out the low groan he produced at the sight of your flushed heat.

“Princess, your pussy is dripping so much…” Jungkook trailed off, one of his fingers tracing a line between your lips. He felt the urge to eat you out, to lick you completely clean and make you cum on his tongue, but he decided that would have to wait for a different time. “Is this all for me?”

“Yeah, all for you,” you said, weak. There was a thundering exasperation building up inside you, motivated from your denied orgasm and from the way that Jungkook was taking his sweet time.

“Good girl,” he mumbled and your chest was filled with pride. “Can’t wait to fuck it.”

“Then don’t wait,” you practically begged. “Just rush.”

He removed his finger from your heat. “Shh… be patient,” Jungkook told you and you swore you could practically hear the smile in his voice. You could hear him shuffling behind you, the sound of his zipper opening echoing around that still room. “I’m gonna give you whatever you want.”

You whined at the abrupt feeling of his warm cock rubbing between your folds, its tip hitting your clit after every languid thrust. “Fuck,” you cried out, shaky. Jungkook wasn’t lying when he said that he was big, his length was so thick that you were starting to get second thoughts whether you could take it or not. Not that you would ever admit it out loud. “Just put it in, Jungkook.”

But Jungkook was having way more fun just teasing you. “Pussy’s so wet for me.” He breathed out, his hands tightening around your hips. You felt him throb between your folds, and the sensation got you searching for air. “You’re soaking my cock, baby. You want it that much?”

“Y-Yeah.”

Jungkook hummed, leaning in so he could place a kiss on your shoulder. “I’m gonna fuck you like you deserve to be fucked, princess,” he promised, his length still rubbing between your folds. He was so hard and heavy that your mind was spinning, your lungs drowning in expectation. “Gonna fuck you so well that you’re never going to forget it. Do you want that?”

“Yes,” your voice was a pathetic moan, and you hated your body for betraying you so easily. “Yes, please.”

After another pec on your shoulder, Jungkook leaned back. “Be loud for me, alright?” He asked. “Can you do that for me?”

You swallowed hard — what were the chances that someone would hear you? You had no idea. “Yeah, whatever you want, just fuck me.”

“Whatever I want? That’s a dangerous thing to say.” He moved around behind you, making you flinch when you felt his cock align with your dripping entrance. The anticipation was driving you insane. “Might have to see if you’re up for it another time.”

There was an answer somewhere in your mind — you could swear there was — but it was quickly forgotten the second that Jungkook pushed himself inside you. The drag of his cock was a delicious torture, streching you out and filling you up to the brim until you were shaking under his touch, both of you moaning at the sensation.

“Oh my god.” You breathed out, hands turning into fists on the table. Your cheek was pressed against the polished wood, hot breath creating small white clouds on the surface.

Jungkook released a shaky sigh when he felt you clenching around him, your body desperately trying to move closer to him. “Fuck, baby,” he hissed, his hands holding onto your hips for dear life. Gradually, he moved himself away from your pussy just so he could slam back inside, marveling on the way you trembled at the feeling, crying out his name in the prettiest of whimpers. “Your pussy is so fucking tight. Squeezing my cock so well.”

Took you only an instant to realize that you were absolutely addicted to the feeling of his cock inside you, the heavenly push of his hardness in and out of you as he slowly started to set a pace. “Oh my god, I’m—” a pitiful hiccup interrupted you, turning your voice into a sharp cry. “That’s so good, Jungkook.”

Jungkook chuckled behind you, his thrusts starting to pick up speed. Your eyes closed in endless bliss, every part of your brain focused on the sensation of his fat length stretching you up. “Told you I’d be, not my fault you didn’t believe me,” he said, but you could tell that his confidence had started to wear itself thin — he, too, seemed to be much more focused on the way that your bodies met. “Do you touch yourself, princess?”

You almost didn’t know how to answer him, a deep heat rushing up to your cheeks. “W-What?”

“When you’re alone, baby,” he practically hissed. You were bouncing on the table then, your body jerking up and down as he fully pistoned his cock inside your heat. “Do you play with your little pussy?”

“Y-yes,” you stammered, embarrassed. “S-Sometimes.”

“Show me how you do it,” he requested in-between huffs, lust dripping from every syllable. Jungkook spoke to you like a siren, effortlessly inducting you to comply with everything he wanted. “Come on. Don’t be shy, I wanna see you play with yourself for me.”

You didn’t even know if what you were feeling was shyness, but there was a veil of hesitation that covered your actions. As your hands moved downwards, one of them clenching around the fabric of your dress and pulling it up while the other trailed over your mound, you felt strangely vulnerable, exposed. At the same time, you wanted to do what he asked you to, wanted him to wash you over with compliments until your mind was going blank.

So you closed your eyes and focused on the sensation of two of your fingers coating themselves in your wetness, then their pressure on your clit. You whined at the feeling, pleasure exploding in your veins as you started to rub yourself, tracing small circles on your sensitive spot. There was no way you could ever reach that sensation again, the sweet motions of your fingers combining perfectly with the thrusts of his hard, fat cock inside you. You were doomed.

“That’s it… just like that, baby,” Jungkook whispered, obsessed with the sensation of your walls fluttering around him. You had gotten so tight that he thought he would see heaven at any second now. “Feels good?”

“Y-Yeah, so good...” you struggled to get out, “feels amazing, Jungkook.”

“So perfect for me,” his praise shot straight up to your core, making you mewl under him. God, the way that you were tightening around him was going to drive him insane. “You feel so fucking good, I can’t stop fucking you.”

Jungkook took one of his hands to your neck, using it to guide your body upwards until you had your back pressed against his chest; his hot lips assaulting your neck. The new position made it so much easier for his cock to drill inside you, reaching even deeper and hitting sweet spots you didn’t even know you had. It wasn’t long before you were moaning out, eyes fluttering shut as the pleasure overtook you.

“Just take a look at that, baby,” his voice broke you out of your hypnotized state. “Look at you. Such a good slut, just taking everything I’m giving you, touching yourself for my cock… fuck. Could watch you like this forever.”

You had to take a moment to understand what he was talking about, and then you saw it: the window. It stood silently across the room from you, half open, and the glass combined with the darkness of the night gave a perfect reflection of the two of you. You could see yourself, the mess you had become, as Jungkook pounded in and out of you and your fingers worked on your clit; the darkness of his hungry gaze as he followed the motions of your body against his.

Even if you cried out at the sight, your body freezed up a little at the thought of someone walking by and seeing that private spectacle. The possibility itself was minimal — the window gave way to the side of the land, where a big, thick fence separated it from the nearby houses; most of the ground covered by large trees and bushes — but it wasn’t zero. You couldn’t even begin to imagine the humiliation that would come from being seen like that.

He, of course, noticed your change of demeanor right away, and you could see in the faint reflection that he had smirked at that realization. “What is it? Are you worried someone is going to walk by?” Jungkook almost groaned against your ear. His cock continued to pump ferociously in and out of you, and you couldn’t even understand your own thoughts for a moment. “That someone is gonna see you get fucked like a good slut?”

“It’s not—” a moan cut your sentence short. Not like you knew where you were heading, anyways.

“No one is gonna see you like this, know why?” Jungkook was grunting, his fingers tightening around your throat. You cried out at the feeling, your cunt clenching around him in a way that got him fucking you even harder. “Cause this is all for me. Just for me.”

Then he was pushing you back on the table, your chest crashing against the wooden surface and his hands yanking you by the waist. Jungkook was fucking you so hard that your worries left you as soon as they arrived, your mind a turmoil of desires and broken exclamations that didn’t give space to anything else but him.

“You look fucking gorgeous like this, stuffed with cock,” he marveled at the sight. There was a known wave of pleasure hovering over you, ready to crash at any given moment, and you stopped rubbing yourself just so you could prolong its arrival. “Wanna see you cum for me, make a mess for me, baby.”

The words left you in a confusing, broken order, “Jungkook, I can’t… too much… can’t...”

“Shhh, you can,” he was slowly easing you into your orgasm, his cock drilling in and out of your pussy. Jungkook fucked like a machine, fast and precise, and you didn’t think you’d be able to forget that anytime soon. “You told me you could take it, so now you’re gonna take it. Don’t you wanna be good for me?”

“I- I want to… I’m so close,” you cried out, pressing your forehead against the table. You didn’t know how it hadn’t broken yet, with the way that Jungkook was fucking you so mercilessly hard. “I’m so, so close.”

“Cream my cock, baby, come on,” he urged you on, his member throbbing inside you at the thought. Your legs were so weak that you knew you’d fall facedown on the floor if he wasn’t supporting your weight with his strong arms. “Be a good girl and cream my cock for me.”

And that was it. That was all that you needed to push yourself over the edge, submerging you in ecstasy and making you squeeze him so deliciously. “J-Jungkook!” You moaned out his name again and again, unsure of how loud you were being, but also not caring as much as you should. Jungkook realized he loved hearing you call his name more than anything else. “Fuck! Oh my god!”

“That’s it, baby,” he moaned back, his thrusts a sloppy, uncoordinated mess. He was hypnotized by the view of your cunt hugging him, your wetness dripping down your thighs as you rode out the last seconds of your orgasm. “Pussy’s so fucking tight, so fucking perfect— gonna cum too.”

You gasped out at the sensitivity that was starting to spread, every movement shaky as you tried to push yourself against him. “Yes, please.” You looked over your shoulder, meeting his hooded gaze. Jungkook looked like a god, his dark hair sweaty and messy and his lip trapped between his teeth. That image would plague you forever. “Cum inside me, please.”

He groaned loudly, eyes closing for a second. “Fuck, that’s so fucking hot,” he hissed, chest heaving with anticipation. You knew he was close, everything pointed to that, and all that you wanted was to see him reach his high, using your body like it was just a doll for him to fuck. “Didn’t know you’d want to be filled up with cum, princess.”

“I’m full of surprises.” You smiled — a pretty, fucked-out smile that got Jungkook grunting like a madman. “I want your cum inside me, Jungkook, please.”

“Gonna fuck you full of my cum, don’t worry— Shit.” The sounds he was making were heavily: those breathy, high-pitched moans that echoed all around you; broken by deep grunts that had your thighs shaking. Jungkook fucked himself in you like he was meant for it, throwing his head back and closing his eyes as he finally found his orgasm. “Fuck! That’s it, fuck—”

Jungkook called out your name and mixed it with praises and curses when he came, spilling himself inside your pussy. You sighed at the feeling, taking in the blissful sensation of having his hot cum spilling out of you, dripping down your legs as he continued to thrust inside you, milking out his orgasm.

At last, he started to wince from sensitivity. His body collided against your back, his heavy breathing fanning your neck as he tried to collect himself. “Fuck, baby,” he mumbled, “you’re amazing.”

“You’re not so terrible yourself.” You could not help the smile that appeared on your lips, nor the way that you melted against the surface of the table, drowning in his heat.

Still, you couldn’t stay there for much longer: it was already a miracle that no one heard the chaos going on in that room, and you weren’t trying to push your luck for the night. Especially since you had a pile of homework (and possibly — now cold — takeout) waiting for you at home.

You raised your body, leaning against your elbows. “I have to leave,” you told him, taking one of your hands to lay on top of his tattooed one, trying to ease his grip from your waist. “Now if you could just…”

“Shhh, shhh,” Jungkook hushed, unrelenting. He was much stronger than you, and your muscles were too weak for you to try and do much, so you eventually gave up. “Stop moving. Let me feel you around me for just a bit more.”

You frowned. “Why?”

“I like it,” he said simply. His breath was a faint caress against the skin of your neck, and you didn’t have much fight left in you. “We all have our tastes.”

You rolled your eyes. “You’re so weird.”

“Don’t kinkshame.” Jungkook pouted, then pressed a kiss against your shoulder. “You just begged me to fuck you in a church, remember?”

“Yeah, I guess I don’t have much place to judge.” You laughed dryly, then looked over your shoulder. “Why is your cock still hard? How long is this gonna take?”

Jungkook groaned, clearly annoyed. “Shut up and enjoy the moment.”

The so-called moment lasted about two more minutes (which was kind of impressive, you thought) before Jungkook softened and slipped out of you. You hated to admit but you kind of liked the feeling of having him still inside you, completing you as his lips danced around your neck; fingers tenderly playing with your hair. You never thought Jungkook would be so gentle after fucking you like that, but you guessed that you weren’t the only one that was full of surprises.

Jungkook, apparently, also liked to admire his work. After he had slipped out of you, he made you sit back on the table just so he could stare at his own cum dripping out of you, a glimmer of satisfaction in his dark gaze. He had pushed his white release back inside you and smirked up at you, asking, ever so kindly, for you to go home like that, filled with his cum.

You, of course, promptly accepted it.

“By the way,” he called when you two had already stepped out of the church, enveloped by the coldness of the night. There was only one solitary light pole illuminating his features, making him look like one of the saints in the chapel — nothing but fake advertisement, in your opinion. “Wanna know how much I got in that immunology test?”

“How much?” You asked.

“Eighty two.” Jungkook smiled brightly then, and you found yourself joining him. “Never saw a grade so high in my life. And that counts all the times I’ve cheated too.”

“Seems like the tutoring sessions are paying off.” You crossed your arms before your chest, the hem of your dress swirling around your knees. The night was weirdly peaceful after everything that had taken place.

“They are.” He nodded. “I’m looking forward to the next one. Helps that my tutor is kind of a hottie too.”

You scoffed. “So I’ve heard.”

“And, by the way?”

“Yeah?”

“You would look better without it.” He pointed at your dress, a sly smile already sprouting on his lips. “Hope to see it next time.”

“Good night, Jungkook.” You rolled your eyes, already turning around — yeah, like there would ever be a next time.

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Daily Angel Oracle Card: You, Who Show The Way, from the RUMI Oracle Card deck, by Alana Fairchild, artwork by Rassouli

You, Who Show The Way:

“The logical mind runs away from drowning. Lovers accept drowning in the sea as their destiny. The logical mind finds consolation in reaching a level of comfort in life. Lovers are focused beyond their own comfort.”

~ By RUMI

“I have looked to you in my darkest moments, searched for you as though fumbling for the candle and matches during an unexpected and interminable blackout. I am the ship at sea, seeking you as my guiding light. Nay, I am the sea, rising up to the horizon because I yearn to be closer to you. Then, oh to my greatest relief, you rise like a phoenix from the ocean, casting hallowed golden light all around you – this great blazing angel of holy fire! In a sweet instant, my soul rests in your presence. The sea becomes calm, the darkness abates. Your light reveals truth and, through your living presence, I know my true self again. I am what you are. Even when it appears I am returning after being lost in darkness, as though I could ever be extinguished. I am divine light, I am you. A living sun.”

“Even in your unquenchable passion for service to humanity, to the world that offers you so much, there is a time when your most powerful offering is actually and most simply that of your presence. You show the way: you, who inspire through how you choose to live and be; you, who sometimes think yourself to be invisible; you, who consider yourself to be of no particular or exceptional worth. Yes, you – you, who through your choice to live your truth, reveal my face, demonstrate my love, embody my presence, heal my beloveds and love my creations.

This oracle comes to you with a special message. You are an inspiration. You are helping those around you and even many of whom you are unaware. You are doing this because this is your path, this is your way, this is your gift – to live a life dedicated to the growth of consciousness and, through that dedication, inspire others to receive the loving consciousness of the Great Beloved that can benefit them so greatly, no matter what their situation or circumstances. You are not doing this through any effort or will. Just as the sun breaks through darkness with its own light, shining light with its presence by simply being, so too does your inner sun, your soul. You don’t have to understand this or do anything with the information given, although you may find it of comfort or even be shocked by it, pleasantly perhaps. It is just an acknowledgment of who and what you are, given freely because you are ready to receive such an acknowledgment.

You are also being gifted through this oracle with a sign, a portent. This oracle is an omen: an issue too difficult for you to understand, no mater how hard you have been working on it, is about to be resolved. You have no need to hold onto it or become ‘more worthy’ of that resolution. It is going to happen according to the grace of the Great Beloved, and your job is to allow it to happen, to simply bear witness to the resolution, even if you have no idea what is going on in the process. You may find that whilst you are letting go, the resolution happens without you being aware of it until after the fact. Then, apparently all of a sudden, what was an issue is no longer so.

You, who help others, are a worthy recipient of the help of the Great Beloved. Be prepared to surrender all plans and convictions about what can and cannot be, about what you think you know and what you think you need. Allow the benevolent grace of the beloved to take you through the great waves, as the seas become calm and serene under the living divine light.

This oracle brings the message that if you have a situation in your midst that feels impossible to resolve, the Divine has it covered. Do the sacred honouring ritual and let it be sorted out by a power greater than your own. It shall be sorted out, and your sun shall rise. Just as day follows night, again and again, so too shall your sun rise after any issue or struggle. Have faith and hope, and know that this is a sensible approach to any dilemma, no matter how serious it may seem. For what use is it to bemoan the absence of day, even on the longest night, when you know, in ever moment, dawn is ever closer to breaking once again? Your hope then is not foolish, but wise.”

Sacred Honouring Ritual: “Place your hands on your heart ans say: “The Divine, who loves me unconditionally, blesses me now with such grace that my life aligns with divine order and all becomes golden, blessed, and mercifully held in the compassionate consciousness of the Creator. I thank you for the courage and faith I have needed to endure the night, and I now celebrate the coming dawn. I see it breaking: I see its light, and I thank you for this mercy. With RUMI, who loves me unconditionally, I am now shown the way to the dawn. It is at my feet, and together we step into the gift of a new day. So be it.”

“If you have a specific issue you would like addressed, hand it over to the Divine Beloved now by talking about it – just as if you were having a conversation with your oldest and dearest friend (for that is exactly what will be taking place). Then, when you have explained your feelings, your doubts or fears, let it go and know that the situation is held in the grace of the Great Beloved.

You have completed your sacred healing honouring ritual.”*

~ by Alana Fairchild

As you step into your truth, the most wonderful thing happens: your gifts rise to the surface to be explored and shared. When we are no longer burdened with keeping up appearances, compromising, holding on to falsehoods and masks, then hidden talents, skills, and passions have space to expand. We can really delve into what we Love. We can feed our Souls doing what we are most drawn to. This is how we get back on our Life Path; by following the guidance of our hearts.

When we are no longer held back by limiting thoughts and belief systems, we can finally let our true lights shine. We can learn; we can teach; we can share. We can let go of all the fear and doubt and embrace our new self worth. We can have the confidence in ourselves and our abilities. We know we can create magic and now we have the chance to get in there and actually do it!

As you expand into yourself, you inspire others to do the same; you literally give them permission to follow their own hearts. We support each other and we grow together. We share our unique perspectives on the world. We link arms with those who would follow similar paths and we all move forward together.

A sign is coming your way, watch for it. The Universe is going to throw a door open wide for you; anticipate it. For this is going to change everything.

Namaste

Dee

~Archangel Oracle

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11/04/2020 DAB Transcript

Ezekiel 10:1-11:25, Hebrews 6:1-20, Psalms 105:16-36, Proverbs 27:1-2

Today is the 4th day of November welcome to the Daily Audio Bible I'm Brian it is a joy, it is an honor, it is a privilege, it is a gift, sometimes I even think it's a miracle that we can be together like this today, right now, around the Global Campfire just coming in out of the chaos of it all finding a place to sit, it’s warm, friends are here. We look across the fire, we see each other, and we know that we are united in spirit, we’re after the same thing - to let God's word speak truth. It is one of the joys of life to be around this campfire with you and take the next step forward. And, so, let's do that. We are reading from the EHV, the Evangelical Heritage Version this week and continuing our journey through the book of Ezekiel. Today chapters 10 and 11.

Commentary:

Okay. Let’s go back to the Proverbs again. The Proverbs are giving us these, you know, one or two sentences yesterday and today again that are just so penetrating and so now and so immediate and so much of a mirror into our own souls, and so much of a light shining into the world around us, So, today we had two verses, two sentences, and they say a ton. “Do not boast about tomorrow because you do not know what a day may produce.” Right there…I mean right there should bring just a generous dose of humility. No matter what eventualities we have prepared for we have no idea what is coming in our direction. And the humbling thing is that our Father does. We are under the shadow of His wings for us but for us to be out there running our mouths about what we’re gonna do tomorrow, like what's coming is ultimately not certain. No matter what kind of certainty we say it with there is no way that we can know that outside of walking with God. And in a lot of ways this entire year has been that kind of a metaphor, all kinds of unexpected transitional things in our lives and in our world that we’ve had to adapt to and kinda fight against and accept and all kinds of disruption letting us know how fragile the whole thing is. And we've spent so much of our energy just trying to figure out how to get back to how it was when God is only going forward. We’re being invited forward not backward. But then on the heels of the confidence and the boasting about what we’re gonna to do tomorrow, like about how confident we are in our strength and whatever may come we have this second sentence right on the heels of it –“let someone else praise you, not your own mouth, a stranger not your own lips.” You know people who are just…just…like…like their selves are the only thing they think about, apparently, because that's the only thing they talk about? You know what I’m talking about, where somebody…you can be sharing your day, you can be sharing something deep in your life, but one way or another all they seem to think about is themselves? And, so, they’ll flip the whole thing back around, they’ll acknowledge you, but what they really want to do is just talk about themselves. And you know how challenging it can be to be in a relationship with that kind of a person because it's only about them. And, so, ultimately this kind of self-promotion, this bragging constantly, the boasting, the praising of self continually out of their mouths, they are awesome and their spouse is awesome and their children are awesome and their everything is awesome…ahh…that just gets repellent after a while. That kind of person ends up alone eventually because…well…for a couple reasons. First of all, it's a front, it’s that layer of falseness that we were talking about yesterday. So, eventually it all comes down like a house of cards. Nobody is as interested as one might have thought and people begin to back away because really this person doesn't want to be in a relationship with anybody else. They just need to be seen by other people. Like, they’re on the stage and everybody else in the world is in the audience. So, the world is there stage and everybody else is a bit player in their story. And eventually there's like no life there. And, so, people retreat and back away when all of this fronting. all of this boasting, all of this drawing attention to oneself really is exposing something very needy underneath, that this person needs to trust, this person needs to find a true friendship, one were the fake…like the Halloween costume comes off and what's real is really exposed to somebody trusted. And ultimately this leads us to the fact that…yah…it can be dangerous to be in relationships, but you have to start with a foundation of trust in God. God already knows you’re faking. You can't fool God. He already knows everything that's going. He can't be duped. And He still loves you as you are right now with the deep desire and hope that you will enter into relationship with Him where these broken things can be healed and you can be utterly transformed, transformed so much that you begin to resemble Him. You become Christ like. That's what's going on here. That's the goal. And the more layers of falseness that we apply to this, the more difficult the challenge until life one day confronts us and strips it all away. And then we find that to be such a difficult process but then we reflect back upon it, we realize that was the moment we became free because all that we had feared finally happened and it wasn't as bad as we thought it was and now we’re free to be who we are and to delight in who everybody else is because we don't need to be better, we don't need to compare, we’re not in a competition. There is no game going on. There is no cosmic God game where He's looking to see which one of us human beings is going to achieve the most to be the number one human being. We’re His children. We’re His kids. That's not what you do to your kids. So, why are we doing it to each other? Because it only leads us into falseness. So once again, “do not boast about tomorrow because you do not know what a day may produce. Let someone else praise you, not your own mouth, a stranger, not your own lips.”

Prayer:

Father, we enter into that acknowledging, even though we don't live like this most of the time, the thing that we need is You. It…it's…it's Your words of praise, it's Your words of encouragement, it’s Your drawing year that we need. It's being seen by You that we long for and we exchange it and we try to compete with each other and we try to live in a very, very backward way that is never gonna work, which is essentially what You were saying Jesus in the Beatitudes – this is a backward world, this is not gonna work, it's the opposite of what You think it is. And, so, help us Holy Spirit to get our minds right, to get our minds in alignment with Yours, the mind of Christ on things, to get our Spirits right, to know that we are inseparably intertwined with You, to get on the same page that we might actually be free. Come Holy Spirit we pray. In the name of Jesus, we ask. Amen.

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Community Prayer and Praise:

Our Father who art in heaven ancient of days omnipotent and omniscient worthy of all praise Jehovah raphe Jehovah jireh our healer our provider we come to you open with our hearts and minds hoping that you are still willing to bless as we humbly confess that you’re worthy of all honor though we’ve given you much less wondering in confusion because we buy into illusion greedily gulping down a great big slice of the devils pie exchanging your wonderful truth for a lie and we need you to heal us both outside and in strengthen us father revive us again Jehovah nisi our banner our fortress our friend please help us heavenly father we love you Amen

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Hey this is Jared calling from Duluth Minnesota it’s day 555 in my journey since April 26, 2019 in the Daily Audio Bible renewal time where God wakes me up every morning early in the morning to spend time with Him. What a great time it was today in Hebrews chapter 4 verse 12 saying for the word of God is quick and powerful sharper than any two-edged sword. And then going on that God has been tempted in all points like as we are yet without sin and we lay naked before Him. He knows us better than what we know ourselves and yet we can come boldly to the throne of grace to find help in a time of need. And there’s a time of great need and all of our lives right now. The world is turned upside down, full of turmoil. I know personally I appreciate your prayers for my son Steve as we’ve been estranged from him for now year as he got mad at us and disowned us and hasn’t spoke to us now for almost…almost a year. On the fourth is his birthday. He’s coming up from the cities, Twin Cities, tomorrow and I’ve reached out to him to see if we can get together and…and…and talk and chat and for him to…to be reconciled with him. I appreciate your prayers that that might happen. But in any case, we know that God is in control through all the trial and turmoil of what’s going on right now. May God give us grace, mercy, help in time of need. God bless.

Good morning DABbers this is Running Desperately to Jesus also known as Staying Connected Desperately to Jesus which right now that is definitely my filling, running desperately and staying desperately connected. I am…have always struggled with depression and was on medication and therapy for some time. My therapist retired in 2016 after she was able to get me stable from being sexually assaulted. Today I’m feeling quite depressed. I don’t know if it’s this Covid or what’s going on but I am in definitely a dark place now and what is crossing my mind a lot lately for the past couple days is suicide and I know that is definitely Satan’s work and I’m having a difficult time hearing of God’s word and His voice. So, I’m asking all my DABbers to lift me up to pray me through. I don’t want to go back into therapy because since my…as I said earlier…my therapist that I was formerly with who is very good retired, and I don’t want to start over again. I know that this can be fought with word…with God’s word but right now because I am in a dark place, I cannot even call upon His word. So, DABbers I’m just asking again that you stand in the gap for me to lift me up and to help pull me through this dark space, these dark thoughts, especially the source idle thoughts. I don’t have any friends that really call to check on me. So, I’m actually in this by myself. Running Desperately to Jesus.

Hello, it’s John from Bristol in the UK again. I called a couple months back about my father. He has mental health issues and it’s causing a separation between him and my mother. So, he still has the same delusions. He’s adamant he doesn’t want to go home, and they had such a happy marriage before he had this psychotic episode. But…and he’s still in hospital but he’s…he’s much more stable than he was which is an improvement but mom and dad have a meeting on Wednesday this week. So, if you guys would just cover that in prayer for reconciliation of their marriage that would be wonderful. Thank you so much. God bless.

Hi, DAB it’s Emmy from Illinois just calling in with continued prayer requests for my marriage. I’m struggling right now. Things are a lot better than they were but I’m feeling extremely lonely. Just…I miss…miss having relationships with people, especially right now when the one person in my life doesn’t really want a relationship with me. I know God’s at work. I know that He’s still called me to stand for my marriage but I’m really struggling right now to just want something to be done either finally ended or create a breakthrough. And I don’t know what’s happening and I’m just getting lonely. And as we get closer to the holidays and my 40th birthday it just makes it even worse because I know I won’t be seeing friends or family. So, if you could just continue to pray for me, I would appreciate it. Thank you.

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kylorengarbagedump · 7 years

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Little Bird: Chapter 9

Read on AO3. Part 8 here. Part 10 here.

Summary: Ren wants to know you. But the more time you spend together, the less you want to know him.

Words: 2050

Warnings: normal dystopian sadness

Characters: Kylo Ren x Handmaid!Reader

A/N: Holy shit, do you see this? TWO chapters for TWO fics up within TWO weeks? Am I some sort of maniac? A monster? I don't know! But I got that content!

Thanks so so much everyone for all of your patience, kindness, and support for this fic. It means so much to me when people engage with my writing and get excited for it. I am so lucky.

I love y'all so much! See you next time. :)

Nighttime turned the garden ethereal. Soft, inky grass swallowed your footsteps as you made your way to the bench. When your shoes scraped the stone, you winced, casting your eyes around the yard, but saw only bushes, flowers, and the pond, all bleached in starlight. There was no one to hear you but God. Hopefully, he didn’t think as poorly of yourself as you did.

You pulled your arms tight to your body, sinking onto the bench and dropping your chin to your chest. It had been stupid to wear the wings and gloves, as if getting caught while in uniform would spare you a punishment. You weren’t supposed to be out at all--but you figured that without modesty, your intentions could appear far less innocent. For now, you were here because your Commander ordered you. For now, you were safe.

A sound to your left, and your head spun--Ren was crossing the path to you, his hands in pockets, his shoes casual, his shirt unbuttoned. Again. You pinned your lips between your teeth, ignoring the heat rushing through your body. Cool air whispered over your face. Stillness stole your lungs. Your Commander met you in a few easy strides, and when his gaze found yours, you looked to your hands. You hated being at his mercy.

“Come.” His voice was quiet. “Let us walk.”

Nodding, you stood, keeping your eyes to the ground while you trailed at his heels. Blood warmed your cheeks, anticipation thrumming in your heart. There was an unspoken expectation that you would have sex--but the thought of being physically intimate out here, under the eyes of the sky, constricted your throat. His gait was methodical, leading you like a man leads a dog, confident in your loyalty. He walked you past the pond, into the gardens beyond it, into the rows of tall grasses and spiral topiaries obscuring you to the windows of the first floor. You peeked over your shoulder, twisting your head to catch the tiny glass ring of your room--perhaps the only thing in this place that betrayed your existence.

If you died here, no one would know you’d tread these gardens at all.

You followed him as he crossed from the stone path into the grass, stopping there, staring out over the empty, dark lawn. Crickets chirped at his approach, the frenzy of their song surrounding you. If only the moon were full. It would have made this far less disconcerting. You wanted to speak--say anything, demand anything. But nothing came.

“No Handmaid has ever talked to Johana that way before,” he said, and you stiffened, clasping your hands together. “It poses a problem for me.”

“Why?” you said. “Because she talks to you about it?”

“No.” He turned to face you, but you kept your stare leveled at your feet. “Because she talks to you.”

Your brows raised. “Oh.”

Ren stepped toward you. “Look at me.”

Face hot, you did.

“I know my Wife.” He stepped closer, examining your face. “I don’t know you.”

Words failed to leave you. Instead, your stare locked with his, each of you studying the other as the stars cycled overhead. If breath left you, you missed it--you watched him watch you, watched him scrutinize every detail of your face, and watched him lose himself, for the briefest moments, as he did. He broke the spell, looking beyond you, at his home.

“I’d like to.”

You blinked. “You’d like to what?”

“Know you.” He met your gaze again.

Before you could stop yourself, you frowned. “Why?”

“Hm.” Ren failed hiding a smirk. “You aren’t stupid. I know this much.” When you didn’t respond, he continued. “You’ve heard of the phrase know thy enemy?”

“Enemy?” you asked. “How can I possibly be your enemy?”

His expression grew grave. “When you speak to Johana, you are.”

“Then I won’t speak to her,” you said. “It’s not like I’m her best friend.”

“You’re not,” he said. “But you don’t need to be close to threaten me.”

You held back a snort. “How could I possibly threaten you?” you asked. “Just being out here could get me killed.”

He looked to his home again. “Mhm. But imagine, for a moment, if Johana didn’t care about catching you. Imagine if, instead, your interests aligned with hers. Her target shifts.”

Her target becomes him. He was right--the power you and Johana wielded together was a threat. Of course, that was by design. With all of you pitted against the other, there’d be no possibility of insurgence. But knowing that wasn’t enough to goad you into risking your neck. The human instinct of self-preservation was well-alive in Gilead--after all, you’d sooner fuck your Commander than cooperate with his Wife. What a rebel you were.

“Even still.” You chewed your cheek. “I don’t have any interest in… knowing you.”

Ren wet his lips. You remembered how soft they were. Dammit.

“Oh, little bird,” he murmured. “I think you do.”

Just those words were enough to make you clench, to make your blood burn--you couldn’t resist the ravenous urge rising inside of you. God, forgive you for what you were about to do.

“You’re becoming insatiable, Commander.”

In the depths of his chest, he growled, tugging you to his body. You wanted to melt into the firmness of his frame. He titled your chin up, his stare wandering over your face, steadying on your lips, and then on your eyes, his own mouth parting. His chest filled with breath, his grip on your waist tight. He swallowed.

“I am.” He slid his hand under your wings, large fingers loosening it and pushing it off of your head. It hit the ground, and your hair unfurled--free. Again. “I am…”

Ren pulled you into his warmth, both hands holding your head in place as he worked his mouth, tender and needy, over your own. You whimpered, resisting the instinct to thrust your tongue past his teeth, your muscles possessed by a desire to stoke the flames, to boil in the fire of your own lust. Ren’s digits combed through your hair, tips of his fingers skimming your scalp, sending shivers over your skin. Gasping, your hands went to his belt, jerking it, begging for him to release his length. You wanted to hold it, squeeze it in your hands, even through your gloves--anything to sate the ache between your legs.

It was strange, how much you loved kissing him. Even if the thought of knowing him made you nauseous, the physicality was intoxicating. Still--to need his cock, to tremble under his touch--this was different than the intimacy for which he was asking. The thought of sitting with him, sharing conversation, becoming vulnerable? That was another question entirely. And the unknown answer terrified you.

He snickered, pulling away, his mouth brushing your ear. “What they say about Handmaids is true,” he purred. “You’re all dirty little sluts.”

You choked back a groan. Any louder, and someone might hear. “But… you love it, Commander.”

“Mmf…” He tangled his fingers in your hair, shoving you into his body. “We all do,” he said. “Every one of us talks about how good it feels to fuck your filthy cunts and fill them up with cum.” Ren moved a hand to your dress, gathering it up in his fist. “But you…” His lips skated over your neck, tongue teasing your pulse, and you shuddered, clamping your thighs together. “You’re the worst I’ve ever seen.” Over the layers, he found the heat of your pussy, and grazed it.

“Shit.”

You curled your grip into his shirt, staring into the sky. The absence of the moon made the night seem endless, like time had ceased around you, like not even the Eyes had eyes. You could see yourself adrift within darkness, Ren’s mouth at your throat, his hand between your legs, could see yourself in an eternal void, your tongue slipping over his, your dress on the ground, his dick in your cunt. But reality was much colder. Even as your brain screamed to grind down his thick fingers, your arms pushed him away. Crickets were chirping. Soon, the birds would be too.

Ren grumbled when his lips released your neck, his eyes meeting yours with feral greed. “You--”

“I can’t,” you said. “Out here. I… I can’t.”

He paused, holding you, his gaze darting from your face to the house and back to you. A slow breath leaked from his nose, and he captured your cheeks between his hands again, drawing you to his mouth. The kiss was short and sharp, a dagger rending you open, and he released you, finally, his lower lip trembling.

“You are mine,” he said. “You know that.”

“I have no choice,” you replied. “You know that.”

He raised a brow. “You made a choice at the beginning.”

In that moment, you realized why he feared you and Johana. Alone, Ren was hopeless in his delusion that you had done this willingly, just as your singular resistance could do nothing to dismantle the weight in what he had said. Handmaid, Wife, or Martha--as long as women were the chess pieces of Commanders, you were all in checkmate. But stepping outside the boundaries of the game? Whether Ren, in the depths of his tarnished soul, believed you had a choice, you didn’t know. That question’s answer was irrelevant.

“A choice between death or enslavement is hardly an example of liberty.”

“Enslavement.” He sniffed. “You belittle Gilead.”

“No,” you said. “I think I’m right on the mark.”

“We all have roles.” His voice was low and cruel. For a moment, he considered you, and then glanced at his foot, smearing a smattering of dirt underneath his shoe. “Without clouds to temper it, the sun would dry the earth. Without the sun, flowers shrivel like weeds and die. Without the flowers, bees starve.” Reaching behind you, Ren plucked a violet, star-shaped flower from a ceramic planter and handed it to you. “And without the bees, new life is never born.” He paused, gazing over his lawn. “There is no one role more important in the ecosystem.” Turning to you again, he almost smirked. “Liberation is found in the realization of your purpose.”

You observed the flower, spinning its stem between your fingers. “And you decided my purpose for me.”

He sneered. “Does the worm ask its mother its purpose, does it ask direction in fertilizing the soil? Does the lion seek out meaning in culling the herd? No. They simply are. Just as you are. Just as I am.”

“How interesting it is that you are in a position to own me.”

Snickering, he took your hand in his, holding the flower up to your nose. Through your gloves, you could feel his warmth. “Oh, little bird,” he said. “I wouldn’t dare wish the burden of my position on you.” He bent forward, closing his lids and taking a deep breath through his nose. He was so near--you stopped yourself from moistening your lips. With a smirk, his eyes opened again. “It’d be so much easier for you if you accepted yours.”

Heat flashed through your face. This time, it wasn’t lust. Growling, you crushed the flower in your fist, thrusting it into his face. Ren flinched, stepping back, snatching your wrist and wrenching you toward him. His eyes were wide with untethered fury, like wild vines writhing out and consuming his body. Lip curling, he seized a fistful of your hair--and before you could protest (or, if your vagina had anything to say about it, give in), a metal creak cut through the sound of your muffled breath.

“Shit!” you hissed, tearing away from him. You stepped back, scanning for your wings, finding nothing but grass. “Where are--”

When you looked to where your Commander had been, he was gone. Spinning, you sought out the top of his head, instead finding yourself face-to-face with a woman in a green dress. Your stomach iced over.

“Emma.” Your throat was tight. “What, uh, what is… what are you doing here?”

She frowned. “I could ask you the same question.”

#kylo ren smut #kylo ren x reader #kylo x reader #kylo ren imagine #kylo ren #kylo trash #handmaid au #little bird #fanfiction problems #let's hope my analogy doesn't come off as dumb and pretentious!!

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circe-poetica · 5 years

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33.You, Who Show The Way:

You, Who Show The Way, from the RUMI Oracle Card deck, by Alana Fairchild, artwork by Rassouli

~ By RUMI

You have completed your sacred healing honouring ritual.”*

~ by Alana Fairchild

A sign is coming your way, watch for it. The Universe is going to throw a door open wide for you; anticipate it. For this is going to change everything.

Namaste

Dee

~ https://archangeloracle.com/

#you who show the way #18 december 19 #rumi oracle #rumi

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yoongicedcoffee · 7 years

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MAGIC MIKE (Jimin: Rated M)

Word count: 5.5k

🍫’s note: I was really inspired to write this when I saw a tweet about an outfit of Chim. He was wearing a bondage harness for fuck’s sake was instantly reminded of how sinful he looks like. LET’S UNLEASH CHRISTIAN CHIMCHIM FUCKERS (btw it’s been years since the last time I wrote sthmng so don’t be a bitch 😂)

Summary: One of your friends is about to have her bridal shower and God knows how much you needed it. The world seems to be a little harsh on you these past few days and you see this as the perfect time to loosen up. Plus, you’re definitely not a hoe but who knows. Especially when that man with the bondage harness appeared.

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Once you stepped inside the club the different colors of strobe lights instantly hit your eyes. It’s been months since the last time you came to somewhere like this to party and you definitely can’t believe it’s happening in Vegas. People are just literally everywhere jumping, dancing and grinding with each other’s hips to the beat of the music.

“Sin City, huh.” you can’t help but mutter to yourself. Simply amazed. How long have you been hiding in the dungeon of yours, anyways?

The sight before you caught you in so much awe you almost missed a call from the soon-to-be-bride herself. Grabbing your phone you slid your finger over the green button. “Don’t tell me you’ll be turning down my invite for the nth time?! It’s my party you should be here with m—”

“I am here, idiot. Like literally standing inside a club in Vegas to attend that damn party of yours.” you said cutting off her nagging.

Despite the loud music bouncing off the walls of the club, you heard her excited squeal at the end of the line. Hearing that, you can’t help but smile to yourself. “Quit it. You’re in VIP room 013, right?” you confirmed. “Yes! Faster!” then she hung up.

After excusing yourself and making way through the ocean of hyped people for how many times you successfully reached room 013 and entered it without much hesitation. Louder music blasted within the corners of the room and the strong smell of alchol entered your nostrils instantly giving you butterflies. Are you excited? Well fine, you gotta admit that somehow you really are.

“Sweetie you came!” now you’re face to face with your friend who’s going to be tied down soon with his rich ass fiancé. Lucky and truly deserving. You smiled and gave her the biggest hug while congratulating her. “What the hell. This VIP room is enormous and the party is going well. I hate you for this.” she chuckled at your remark and said, “I know what you feel is exactly the opposite. You love me.”

You gave your surroundings another glance and realized that probably half of the guests are some of your long-term girl friends and the other half would be complete strangers. “Earth to Y/N!” your friend snapped her fingers in front of your face stopping your train of thoughts. “You look like shit just a few seconds ago. Chill.” she grabbed your hand and pulled you towards the counter where all the drinks are located, “Here. Let’s do shots!”

Okay. Calm the fuck down. Remember Y/N you came here to get wasted. You’re in Vegas don’t be a pussy and waste this rare moment in your life.

No one is, will, and can stop you.

Agreeing with yourself, you instantly grabbed a shot glass full of vodka and downed it to your heart’s content. The burn sliced through your throat traveling to your chest. You missed this. You missed being wrecked. Fuck work. Fuck your boss. “That’s what I’m talking about!” you both giggled and knew that it will be one of the best nights of your life.

And you weren’t exactly wrong because in fact you were so damn right.

Whenever you drink, the alcohol never disappoints you. It always boosted your confidence and that’s when the dancing of yours starts. You on the dance floor swaying your hips from side to side wouldn’t be a bother to you. With you continuously finishing a couple of shots now and then after every dance, the loud music and blinding lights inside the room, it was impossible for your mind not to feel hazy but who cares?

No one.

Or maybe someone does?

You gripped the glass you were holding and stop dead tracks on the dance floor. It’s very strange. It’s as if someone is watching you. But you are sure that every person in this damn room is busy with their own lives like who would wa— then your eyes fell on a young man standing across from you several feet away. Your eyes wandered from his leather shoes up to his black slacks which screamed his thick thighs to his white button down that reveals a little skin of his milky chest and of course up to his beautiful face plastered with a silly smirk.

He is looking, no, watching you. Every damn move of yours.

Now you started to feel flustered, battling whether to just shrug off his piercing gaze or continue the staring game with the fallen angel. You try your hardest to look for answers at the back of your head until the lights and music slowly faded catching you off guard, making you break the eye contact and direct your attention to the mini-stage where your friend is. She is holding a microphone and the spotlight is currently on her. Maybe she’s about to give some speech shit or what but being the selfish person you are, you let yourself be distracted and attempted to direct your attention to the young man again. Only to find him nowhere to be seen.

He was definitely standing there a few seconds ago.

“What the fuck? Where is he?” you twisted and turned your head to find him in the crowd full of ladies but you simply failed.

Did you just hallucinate? No. You were sure he was really there. Yes, the alcohol already made its way in your system but you’re a big girl, you can handle yourself. Your mind can’t be playing tricks on you.

But that man being an illusion isn’t impossible. He’s too beautiful to be a human anyways. You shook your head and just listened to whatever your friend is saying, this night is all about her, you need to stop being a selfish bitch.

She went on with her speech like thanking her guests for coming and all. Y/F/N also mentioned that all of you would be playing games after her talk. Like games, as in dirty games. You know, typical bridal shower rituals. “Everyone should participate. I wouldn’t take no for an answer!” that’s what she exactly screamed at the microphone. “AND I HAVE A SURPRISE FOR ALL OF YOU. I know you guys should be the ones surprising me but I honestly don’t give a fuck.” you couldn’t help but giggle. Seriously, you still can’t believe she’s about to get married.

Just like what she said, you immediately started playing games after the speech. You were laughing your ass off at every game. It’s dirty yet funny to play at the same time. She made her guests do crazy things and you are one of them.

“This is crazy. You’re crazy fuck off.” you muttered in between your laughs. Your body feels drained after playing several rounds of the games. Good thing it’s over now. “I get it asshole.” she said while chuckling with you, “But seriously, you’re going to love me forever because of my surprise” she exclaimed, grabbing your arm to drag you up on the mini-stage. You noticed there were three high chairs not that far from each other and two other girls were already sitting down on it. The middle high chair is left abandoned and that’s where she pushed you down for you to sit. “Or not,” she said, finishing her sentence then leaving you there alone with the two girls.

Your expression screamed ‘what the actual fuck’ but you’re too stunned to move or even react to what’s happening and when you just successfully collected your mind, a remix of Chris Brown’s Sweet Love played then the people went wild. A guy’s hand snaked from your behind landing on your stomach giving you a tight grip. A shiver ran down on your spine when you felt the heat of his body radiate on you.

🍫: HOLY SHIT I LITERALLY NEED TO STOP MYSELF FROM TYPING BECAUSE I JUST HYPERVENTILATED SORRY

His right hand stayed on your stomach then the other one interwined with your left hand. Honestly you don’t have the guts too look back and face the man behind you, not when your face is lightly sweating out and flaming red. He was lowering himself a little behind to have your back aligned with his chest so that he can press it on your upper back. There were two layers of clothing separating your skin from his but you can feel it. You can feel the hardness of his chest grinding on you. The man behind you gripped your left hand even tighter when he slowly raised your clasped hands up to his lips giving it a few gentle kisses. He let go of your left hand just to guide and leave it on his hair for you to grab on. The softness of his hair made you automatically run your hands on it. “Look at me, doll face.” he sensually whispered on your ear. Being nervous is an understatement and you didn’t want to follow him but the alcohol in your body kicked in once again, helping you gain confidence. With the help of his soft but manly hands on your jaw, you twisted your head to look at him making your lips suddenly part due to astonishment.

Anticipation and excitement rushed to fill you all the way down to your core. You felt the sudden gush of wetness stain your lace panties. The young man from earlier, yes the fallen angel, my beautiful illusion or whatsoever is infront of me only some centimeters away. A realization hit you like a truck. So this explains why a gorgeous man was in the middle of a room filled with women only. Maybe he was waiting for his performance.

“I wanna do you baby” he unexpectedly blurted out along with the lyrics of the song. Like before his gaze piereced through your soul but hearing those words come out of his plump lips up close, you want him to touch you. You won’t fucking care even if he does it infront of these people.

You want him. Badly.

He bit his lip hard and untangled himself away from you. All of a sudden, a disappointed whine came stumbling out of your mouth. You’re pretty sure you heard him chuckle darkly while he was moving to stand properly in front you. Now you can see the whole him. Beautiful. Just beautiful. His clothes are still the same when you saw him earlier the only difference is that his white button down is matched with a bondage harness. You were wearing a tight skirt, “Call me Jimin, baby girl.” that’s why when Jimin forcedly open your legs for him to stand in between startled you so much you needed to hold onto his shoulders.

Jimin grabbed the back of your knees to raise it higher revealing to him your lace panties marked by your wetness. Heat spread like wildfire on your cheeks painting them even more red than it can possibly be. He started grinding on your exposed thighs switching on every side once in a while. Breathing became harder and you felt like the oxygen around you is lacking. Like Jimin is taking it away from you and he really is. When you thought he couldn’t get any sexier, he proved you wrong by harshly pulling you really close, wrapping your legs around him causing your chest to rest on his and then that’s when he started doing body rolls hitting you with the waves his body is producing. You automatically gripped his shoulder blades to have him closer and shamelessly tilted your head back. Jimin took that chance to bury his face in between your throat and collarbone then start giving smooth hip thrusts straight to your core.

Before you can even stop yourself a quiet moan left your lips only for Jimin to hear. The angel himself became a devil hearing your moan and gave out harder thrusts giving your pussy an indirect contact with his crotch. You don’t know if Jimin could feel it but you are so wet you wanted to be taken care by him right then and there.

The music slowly came to an end making the both of you loosen your grip with each other but seemed to never wanna let go. The song ended with his crotch pressed so closely onto your clothed pussy with the two of you panting heavily.

You don’t know if it’s the alcohol or just him but your mind went really numb and little by little you realized how embarrassing the situation is. Especially the position you’re in. Everyone in the party cheered showing that they enjoyed what the 3 men performed. Now you can feel the shame run through you and probably your facial expression says it all that’s why Jimin whispered, “It’s oka—” but even before he could finish his sentence you found yourself breaking the eye contact with him, moving away and running down down the mini-stage. You needed to be alone and calm every nerve in your system.

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Good thing this VIP room has its own restroom, you didn’t need to go too far to be able to hide. You rushed towards the sink and hurriedly splashed some water on your face to shake off the heat Jimin made you feel. Staring at your reflection on the mirror, “Okay Y/N, just relax. Whatever your reaction up there was normal. Surely the two other girls were like you. Hot and bothered as well.” you said, trying to comfort yourself. After a few moments of silence and walking back and forth, contemplating whether is it alright for you to go back in there already, you finally had the courage to step out of the restroom to face everyone simply muttering a single, “Fuck it.”

Just when you thought things wouldn’t get any worse, the mere sight of your friend hopping before you proved you wrong. She’s excited again, something’s wrong. “I was looking for you all over the place!” your friend exclaimed, completely clueless about the fact that you just encountered one of the most embarassing moments of your life minutes ago. Now, she’s dragging you again who knows where and it’s starting to traumatize you. If you just don’t love her swear you’ll be leaving this damn party already.

Y/F/N brought you closer to a group of girls who kept on squealing and giggling trying to fake their feminine behavior. Oh please. These girls should give you a break. What’s with the attitude anyways? With the endless, “Excuse us.”, “Please make way.”, “Soon-to-be-bride comin’ through.” of Y/F/N they gave the both of you enough space to walk on.

Regret and humiliation once again tainted your chest when you saw the main reason why your not-so-nice friend dragged you again. You knew it. You fucking knew it.

It’s because of him.

Why is he still around? Their performance was done already, right?

“Honey, we have them for the whole night. You think really loud you know.” you snapped your head to your friend’s direction when she answered the questions floating inside your brain. Jimin was sitting on a chair along with the two other performers and they were surrounded by the guests who are all girls, of course. The three of them were pure sin and beauty you can’t blame them.

You felt uneasy- but thrilled- at the same time when his eyes lingered on yours. His expression was blank and heavy but you saw the glint of playfulness in his eyes. Here you go again with the staring contest with the gorgeous specimen. You were the first one who broke the eye contact because you know that his beauty might just kill you and swear you didn’t mean to trail your eyes elsewhere. His button fucking down is open exposing his toned chest and stomach. Jimin is still wearing the bondage harness doing a crisscross on his skin teasing everyone on this room.

Especially you.

Staring at him for eternity won’t bore you even for a second. You were definitely ogling him too much for your liking but just enough for his. Yep. Good luck with your ruined panties. Wearing your favorite one for tonight was a wrong decision.

“We were playing a game while you were away,” for the first time in your life you are thanking God for your friend’s nonstop blabbering. “Another game? What game?” you were talking to your friend but your whole attention was on Jimin. That man is still watching you. “See for yourself.” she said pointing to one of the performers. You carefully eyed him as he took a slice of lemon and rested it in between his lips and watched how a girl placed a pinch of salt on the guy’s neck, “You get to pick the body part.” all of a sudden, with a swift motion she licked off the salt without any hesitations then downed the tequila in her hand. “Here comes the best and hottest part.” the girl bent down to level herself from him, snatching the lemon from the boy’s lips. “Easy, right?” she remarked with mischief covering her voice.

She’s obviously challenging you. “I know you want that guy. Own him.” she advised while looking at Jimin- who is busy gawking at you- elbowing your side afterwards.

“IT’S Y/N’S TURN!” she yelled out of the blue followed by a harsh nudge on your back making you stumble forward to Jimin. Now everyone’s attention is on you. You promised yourself that you’re going to plot your revenge after this.

The guests started cheering right away when Jimin openly positioned the lemon in his lips. They were screaming and squealing words you can’t comprehend anymore due to the fact you’re standing in front of the man who humped you just moments ago- and if it isn’t obvious you liked it. You inhaled and exhaled deeply attempting to think of an innocent body part. With shaky hands you held out his arm, grabbed a pinch of salt putting it on top of his wrist consequently. You didn’t spare Jimin a glance. Not even once. Embarrassment eating you out from head to toe.

It’ll be over soon just fucking do it.

You felt his gaze boring into you again as you moved closer to him. Filled with hesitation you slowly ducked down to lick off the salt resting on his pulse. The moment he felt the warmth of your tongue, good heavens you promise you heard him release a low growl. Your mind felt hazy and every brain cell of yours is sure that it’s because of Jimin and not the alcohol. Who are you kidding?

Before you can lose the control over yourself, you quickly drank the tequila not bothering with the burn it set in your throat. Maybe everyone else were stunned just like you when Jimin grab a hold of your arm with his one hand and your jaw with other tightly. Soon you found his lips hovering yours to transfer the slice of lemon on your parted lips.

His mouth stayed on yours a little longer than it should be. You fought the urge to jump on him and make out with him in front of your friend’s guests. Jimin decided to move away from your lips but stayed close enough to face you.

The electrifying chemistry between the two of you is becoming hard to deny. You dared. You dared to lock eyes with him and look through his soul as well. He trapped his lower lip in the middle of his teeth then released it seconds after. Those lips were really warm and oh the things you would do just to feel them again. “Such a good girl,” Jimin whispered, a silly smile painting his lips.

“Come with me?” he asked, surely absorbed with your presence. He didn’t even flinch when the girls around you started gasping out of shock.

I’d even cum for you.

Of course you didn’t say that but you’d do it. Pervert.

You answered him with a nod and he immediately interwined his fingers with yours and made a run for it. “That’s my bitch!” your friend proudly squeaked somewhere behind you. “Okay ladies calm the fuck down you still have two attractive men before you.” she explained. Let’s see if you’ll be thanking her after tonight.

Truth to be told, you didn’t know where the both of you are going but the other thing is you don’t care as long as you’re with him. The both of you stopped in front of door with a sign that says ‘Authorized Personnel Only’.

“I’ll have you on my bed next time but for now, this would have to do.” he winked at you. So there would be a next time? Butterflies swarmed inside the pit of your stomach at the thought of it.

Jimin opened the door and let you in, following you right after. The soft click of the lock behind you echoed in the confined space of the room. You turned around to face Jimin and hurriedly connected your lips to his. The kiss was so messy and heated with all the sucking and biting. Your soft hands made its way on his bare chest traveling down to his abs, feeling the muscles tense under your fingertips. “Why are your clothes open out there?” you looked at him, slightly squinting your eyes. “It’s the game.” he said getting really defensive. “Some of the girls placed the salt on my chest and sto–” before he could even finish his explanation, you pushed him on the nearest wall and gave his chest some wet sloppy kisses. “Fuck,” he cursed while grabbing a fistful of your hair.

Jealousy radiated out on you as you continued making out with his chest down to his abdomen, avoiding the leather of the harness that blocks his skin . You don’t want to hear or even imagine what the girls out there did to him. It should’ve been you, the whole fucking time.

But you’re a pussy. Serves you right.

Of course, other girls probably got to taste him already. Especially in his line of work. But tonight will be all about you.

Only you and Jimin.

Tonight you want to own him and him to own you. Even just for this night.

He gripped your chin and made you look up to him. “Feisty and eager, aren’t we?” he smirked then lowered himself to attack your mouth with feverish kisses, the two of you taking your own turns in moaning between them.

“Strip for me baby girl,” Jimin ordered, eyeing you intensely.

All of a sudden you felt insecure and awkward without much alcohol flowing in your system after hearing his order. Jimin might have noticed this hesitation of yours and whispered, “You’d do it for me, right beautiful?” Then he smiled genuinely, warming your heart.

And core. Instantly.

Untucking your sleeveless top from your skirt you slowly raised it over your head to fully remove it, quickly followed by your tight skirt piling up somewhere in the room. “So so beautiful,” Jimin muttered, talking to himself more. His eyes screamed adoration when they raked over your slightly naked figure. He glided the back of his fingers on your skin to absorb how soft and smooth it feels, just as much how it looks. The second his hand touched the valley of your breasts a small moan escaped your lips and you involuntarily arched your back to ask for more. “You like it here?” he questioned, his voice dripping with lust and eyes snapping up to look at your pleased face.

The atmosphere was really heavy and thick making you lose your breath. Due to lack of oxygen and lust your face was already painted with crimson red all over but despite it, you nodded without uncertainty. You saw the way his wrist twisted, soon you found Jimin palming one of your breasts through your lace brassiere. “Like this?” he asked, throwing another question at you then clutching hard the soft muscle between his palm and fingers. “Yes! Yes, just like that!” you managed to confess tilting your head to catch more air as Jimin continued playing with your chest. There’s a layer of clothing resting between his hands and your breasts but you can feel the warmness of his skin.

Jimin looked so sexy wearing the bondage harness but you wanted to see him naked that’s why you decided to take it off along with his button down adding them to the abandoned clothes on the floor. Right before you could toss away his harness, he caught your pulse snatching it from your slim fingers. He took a bite on his lower lip then teasingly grinned at you. “Arms up sweetheart,” he commanded. You followed what he said, not wanting to disobey him. Jimin swiftly slid it down on your body, adjusting it to your size afterwards. The leather felt very tight around your upper body but its tightness was enough to let you breathe just fine.

“Fuck you’re so sexy,” he praised as he stared at your now emphasized chest since the leather was doing a crisscross exactly on your cleavage. He hooked his fingers in the ring at the middle of the harness and pulled you towards him enclosing the small space between the two of you. Jimin lifted your bra cup releasing your breasts then lowered himself to lick a stripe on your hard nipple. Your hands instantly flew on his nape urging him to suck and bite. As if on cue, he did what you are hoping for leaving trails of saliva and red- turning into purple- hickeys on your skin.

While he was busy taking care of you, your eyes fell on his pants and automatically bit your lip when you saw his painfully hard erection. You rapidly undid his belt and dragged down his pants showcasing his thin boxers before you. Jimin stepped out of his pants and knelt down leveling his face in your stomach. He moved his face closer to bury it in between your thighs and you stiffen as you watched him inhale your scent.

“You smell really damn good.” he told you grasping the sides of your upper thighs then licking them after.

Your legs started to shake out of anticipation as you watched him praise every inch of your body, “Now I can’t help but wonder how sweet that pussy of yours is.” he spoke while having an eye contact with you.

Jimin hoisted each of your leg on his shoulder blades where he let your thighs sit while your back rested on the wall. His face is literally just centimeters away from your drenched core. When did you become so light that he was able to hold you up in a position like this?

You weren’t given enough time to think of an answer, he just dived straightaway on your covered pussy instantly driving you insane. His skillful tongue assaulting your lace underwear to bury it further inside your slit. A loud guttural moan resonated from your mouth. You felt Jimin moved your underwear to the side so he could pull on your clitoris freely. Before you can even register it in your mind, you already found your hips maneuvering along the movements of the warm and wet muscle between his teeth.

Different sounds and profanities continuously fell out from you and Jimin, proving that you’re not the only one enjoying but him as well.

“Jimin baby please,” you begged, not knowing what you are trying to beg for. You just want to come so bad.

He removed your legs off of him and stood up to face you again. “I want to cum so bad,” you sobbed against his lips. Another offensive language rolled off his tongue at your frank confession. “Please make me cum,” you added, making Jimin completely lose his control over himself. He removed his boxers hastily, kicking it away when it landed above his feet. You mimicked his actions, patience running very low and arousal spiking up.

His erection stood proudly hitting his lower abdomen with pre-cum leaking on its tip dripping down to his shaft. The very sexy sight made you thirsty resulting you licking your lips. “Eyes up baby.” Jimin said, absolutely pleased with the way you ogle his throbbing cock. He picked up the back of your thighs to raise you up in the air and sink you back down on his erection, entering you easily due to your dripping core.

“O-Ohh shit,” you swore while wrapping your arms around his neck to keep you steady.

Jimin being inside you made you feel really full. His cock stretched you so nicely that pure bliss is only what you felt. Then he started rocking you up and down on his erection earning a loud growl from him. It felt so good you didn’t notice that you were already clawing his back looking for help with the overflowing pleasure you’re currently feeling. He embraced your hips using his left hand and yanked the bondage harness you’re wearing from behind with his right hand, cutting off some air from entering your lungs.

You automatically gasped trying to breathe in more oxygen you can. Jimin went on with a faster pace, his cock hitting the deepest parts of your core. “You’re fucking drenched and I can feel you sucking me in really great.” you were very amazed at how Jimin can still have the ability to construct a sentence because when it comes to your mind, all you can think of is pure sin.

Attempting to experiment you rocked your hips in circles, your clit bumping constantly on Jimin’s hip. Pleasure shooting right through the pit of your stomach making you clench around his dick. His groans become louder with the feeling your pussy tightening on him. This encouraged the both of you to go harder and faster to the point where you can only hear are the sounds of panting, grunting, moaning, plus his balls hitting your ass. You enclosed the space between the two of you and locked lips. Jimin fought for dominance against your tongue then succeeding after a while. Your hips and his are constantly moving in sync, you bouncing downwards and him thrusting upwards in a very brutal way.

The instant Jimin caught your nipple to softly bite and suck on it, you sensed the coiling of your stomach. He was starting to whine and you were already screaming his name not caring whether the people outside are bothered with your noise. With the steady but severe feeling of his shaft going in and out of you and the contradicting effect of Jimin adoring every inch of your skin, you lost yourself in pure ecstasy releasing the bubble formed in your lower abdomen. You kept riding his cock clutching and chasing the aftermath of your climax then you felt Jimin’s load protruding the walls of your pussy, warming your insides. He thrusted and thrusted nonstop until the both of you are shaking due to oversensitivity.

You slowly climbed down still holding onto Jimin asking for help and he promptly hugged your body to calm your breathing so that your muscles can relax. He ran down his thumb on your spine, your body reacting right away leaning on his touch.

“I never asked any client of mine this kind of question but,” he said, his voice faltering and eyes falling on your lips. “can we not be a one time thing?” he asked continuing his sentence, voice still enlaced with worry.

His grip on you turned firmer as he waited for your answer. Jimin was definitely scared with you giving him a 'no’. The job can be one factor for you to turn him down and yes as of now you are still holding onto him but you can let go anytime. He can’t even decipher your facial expression and it’s making him even more anxious than he is— but then you brightly smiled at him, heat spreading across his chest. “Okay. But your job. We need to talk about it soon.” you told him honestly, giving his cheek a kiss subsequently.

“Of course,” he agreed, smiling back as well.

Damn you almost forgot.

You still need to thank your friend.

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REALLY LONG CHARACTER SURVEY. RULES. repost , don’t reblog ! tag 10 ! good luck ! TAGGED. @judgmentcast, holy SHIT. TAGGING. literally ANYONE who’s up for a bit of a challenge.

BASICS. FULL NAME : Harmon Mallory James. NICKNAME : James, Mr. James, Senior Advisor Harmon James. AGE : Forty-two. BIRTHDAY : October 17th, 1998. ETHNIC GROUP : Caucasian. NATIONALITY : American. LANGUAGE / S : English. SEXUAL ORIENTATION : Homosexual. ROMANTIC ORIENTATION : Homoromantic. RELATIONSHIP STATUS : In a secret, long-term relationship with Minister Edwidge Owens. CLASS : Upper class. HOME TOWN / AREA : He was born in Boston, Massachusetts. CURRENT HOME : Washington, DC. PROFESSION : Senior Advisor to the Leader of the New Founding Fathers.

PHYSICAL. HAIR : Red. Much lighter when he was younger. Wavy. EYES : Bright blue, sunken. NOSE : Long with a slight downward hook. FACE : Defined smile lines, and other various lines and freckles. LIPS : Thin, small, and chapped. COMPLEXION : Pale, sickly, with light freckles peppered along his face. BLEMISHES : Nothing noticeable. SCARS : A few on his face, a couple from various other incidents. Burn scars on his hands. TATTOOS : None. HEIGHT : 6'6". WEIGHT : 185 lbs. BUILD : Slender, defined muscles in his arms, chest and legs. Sharp shoulders. FEATURES : Wide, sunken eyes. Large, gentle hands, folded at his chest. Painted fingernails. Intimidating stature. ALLERGIES : N/A. USUAL HAIR STYLE : Straightens his waves and slicks the whole thing back, parting it to the left. USUAL FACE LOOK : Expressionless. Ivory makeup still shows the freckles on his face. Though expressionless, he always tends to look alert, on his guard. USUAL CLOTHING : A suit, including a vest, ironed to crispness the day before. Suitable colours are grey, black, or beige. Ties, usually blue or red. A silver cross around his neck. Edwidge's promise ring on his middle left finger. Nails painted usually nude shades. Black or brown shoes shined until you can see your face in them.

PSYCHOLOGY.

FEAR / S : Fear of imperfection. A slight fear of disappointment. Fear of being outed. ASPIRATION / S : To purge and purify: to rid the country of those that depend on them, them being the NFFA, the government, the healthcare system, housing, welfare. To make his superiors see that he can one day be as good as any of them. To lead the New Founding Fathers of America. POSITIVE TRAITS : Loyal, peaceful, spiritual, efficent, disciplined, aware, calm, intelligent, self-confident. NEGATIVE TRAITS : Hypocritical, overzealous, judgemental, blindly obidient, sadistic, insensitive, remorseless, blunt, withdrawn. MBTI : ISTJ, the Logistician. ZODIAC : Libra. TEMPERAMENT : Melancholic. SOUL TYPE / S : Thinker. ANIMALS : A wide-eyed owl, constantly observing. VICE HABIT / S : Vanity, a bit more concern about his appearance than most men his age. Overly critical of those in a lower position than him, even though he was once one of them. FAITH : What the NFFA deems to be Christian. GHOSTS ? : Yes. AFTERLIFE ? : Absolutely. He needs to go home sometime. REINCARNATION ? : Possibly. ALIENS ? : No. POLITICAL ALIGNMENT : Right-wing. ECONOMIC PREFERENCE : He has more than he knows what to do with. SOCIOPOLITICAL POSITION : One of the 1%. EDUCATION LEVEL : University.

FAMILY. FATHER : Richard Allen James, the chief communications officer of ARCON and the first press secretary of the New Founding Fathers. Deceased. MOTHER : Caroline Ann James, a talented pianist and violinist, with dreams of playing with a famous orchestra. Still living. SIBLINGS : Seven. Sarah, Mary, Caleb, Lucas, Joanna, Michael & Hannah. Harmon is sixth. EXTENDED FAMILY : Aunts, uncles, several cousins, and a total of twenty-seven nieces & nephews. NAME MEANING / S : Harmon, "man of the army." Mallory, "ill fated." HISTORICAL CONNECTION ? : Unknown. There is a place named Harmon mentioned in the Bible, but this place name is debatable. It's been thought of that Harmon James is a pun on "harming James," James being a leader of the early Church.

FAVOURITES. BOOK : Other than the Bible, specifically the Old Testament, he enjoys a good true crime novel now and again. Also, political biographies. MOVIE : Dramas, documentaries and psychological thrillers. 5 SONGS : (these remind me of him, not his own favourites.) The Sisters of Mercy - Driven Like The Snow. Frank Tovey - New Jerusalem. Cloudeater - Hollow. Fad Gadget - Under The Flag II. Nathan Whitehead - The Sacrifice. DEITY : A God who encourages a yearly slaughter of His creation. HOLIDAY : That blessed night, the one night the country does their bidding. MONTH : March. SEASON : Winter. PLACE : His home, Our Lady of Sorrows, or the NFFA's headquarters. WEATHER : Cloudy, foggy; a brisk morning that beckons snowfall. SOUND : The echo of footsteps walking across a marble floor. A choir of unintelligeble words. Wind whistling through telephone wires. Silence. The scream of a man, strapped down, a knife plunging into his heart. A siren. SCENT / S : The smoke from an extinguished flame. Stale. Eau de cologne. Hair gel. TASTE / S : Blood. Luxurious foods. Tea. Ice. FEEL / S : A shiver running down your spine. The touch of a hand when no one's around. The feeling someone's watching you when you're alone. Blood on your lips. A cold wind. Emptiness. ANIMAL / S : An owl seems to be the only thing I think of. Maybe an eagle. Harmon seems like a bird. NUMBER : Six. He's the sixth in his family, he stands at six feet and six inches tall... COLOUR : Blue, to show his loyalty to the NFFA. Red, the colour staining his hands. White, for the supposed purity of his soul.

EXTRA. TALENTS : His intelligence. His written communication skills. Most of his oral communication skills, his stutter stands in his way. Good with weapons. His knowledge of the human anatomy. He's fairly good at ice skating. Singing. BAD AT : Having a social life. Drawing. Being an enjoyable person. Smiling. TURN ONS : Men in positions of power. Voices that draw you in. Strong hands. Blood. Twisting a knife inside of a martyr. TURN OFFS : Anyone lower than his class. HOBBIES : Choir. Anything that involves assisting the NFFA. TROPES : Badass Long Robe. Dissonant Serenity. Giggling Villain. AESTHETIC TAGS : Blurry images. Graveyards. Blood covering hands, covering the Cross. Knives. Pale, trembling hands. Waves of blue. GPOY QUOTES : "You are never here. You are always almost there."

FC INFO. MAIN FC / S : Christopher James Baker. ALT FC / S : Mark Strickson (possibly.) OLDER FC / S : Not sure, but Robert Redford currently is a possibility. YOUNGER FC / S : Freddie Fox. VOICE CLAIM / S : CJB in "True Detective." GENDERBENT FC / S : Lisa Pelikan.

MUN QUESTIONS. Q1 : if you could write your character your way in their own movie , what would it be called , what style would it be filmed in , and what would it be about ? A1 : He has a movie, but he's not the focal point. He has his big moments though! I'd like to see more of Harmon in The Purge 4, since that will be more focused around the NFFA. The story of how a man becomes the way he is today, desensitised to death, wanting destruction, yearning for violence. What made him be this way? What would it be called? No idea. Q2 : what would their soundtrack / score sound like ? A2 : Ambient. Echoes where none of the words can be understood. A soft organ playing in the background. Suddenly, the music becomes a bit more intense... Q3 : why did you start writing this character ? A3 : I watched The Purge: Election Year, and immediately fell in love with him. I knew I had to do something, and this is what I chose to do. Q4 : what first attracted you to this character ? A4: June 30th, 2016. Around 9:00pm. I'm sitting front and centre watching the newest Purge film, a sequel in a franchise I've loved for three years. Charlie Roan is delivered to Our Lady of Sorrows. All of a sudden, this tall, thin, creepy fucker in a long blue robe makes his debut. Just the kind of character I love. I walked home that night, wrote "Harmon James can own my ass, what the fuck" into my phone, and knew this was the beginning of something beautiful. Q5 : describe the biggest thing you dislike about your muse. A5 : He's everything I hate in a person. He dislikes everyone who isn't like him. He's almost every -phobic or -ist in the damn book. Q6 : what do you have in common with your muse ? A6 : We have blue eyes, and we laugh similarly. That's it. Q7 : how does your muse feel about you ? A7 : Harmon James would want me sacrificed. Q8 : what characters does your muse have interesting interactions with ? A8 : Edwidge Owens. Thomas Roseland. Caleb Warrens. Harlan Coy. Claude Frollo. Richard Miller. Curtis Stafford. Leo Barnes. Charlie Roan. Ambrosia Reynolds. If I could ever actually get to plotting with other people, them as well. Q9 : what gives you inspiration to write your muse ? A9 : Watching Harmon's scenes! Listening to songs that remind me of him, like the Election Year soundtrack. Scrolling through the archive on his aesthetic blog. Being outside in the cold. Q10 : how long did this take you to complete ? A10 : I forgot about this for a good month. So a long time. Thanks, Ocelot. xo

#( holy FUCK this took me SO LONG )#( but here it is )#( I AM NOT MERCIFUL. AND I AM NOT KIND. )

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who: @omerflorent where: the florents new apartments within highgarden, granted by king cedric tyrell upon the wedding of lord omer florent and lady lucrezia redwyne when: shortly after omer’s interaction with benadict blackwood

he had insisted on going and speaking with the river king’s hand today. there was no use in trying to persuade him otherwise, for if he did not do it when he planned to do it, he would do it the next time he caught sight of the man; which would no doubt be far more impulsive in nature. though the pair had found themselves laughing about the boldness of the young man the evening following the admittedly amusing incident, her mind had begun to run regarding the interaction.

regarding those pamphlets, and those watchers who seemed able to see all and then twist it tighter than one could ever understand or even think logical.

there was a lump in her throat at the mere memory of the things that had been written about her, the title of the king’s pleasure had caused various ladies in highgarden to look at her twice as she walked passed them. or the rumours that she were passed around in the council room, as though it were one of the brothels on the streets of oldtown rather than the very heart and centre of the kingdom. as much as lucrezia redwyne wished she could simply forego and forget such foolishness, there would always remain the deeply rooted insecurity she had developed as a young girl that caused her to wonder if people were talking about her. if she were being shamed.

she had merely quietly asked him over breakfast whether he thought the watchers would pick up on the matter, and it was enough for his manner to change - perhaps by the forced nonchalant tone in her voice, or the fact the anxiety in her eyes was anything about nonchalant.

the door swung open, and she turned to look upon his figure as he walked into their apartments; she remained sat upon a velvet recliner, her mind filled with many a thing. “please tell me he is returning to his chambers in...decent shape.” she asked, rising to her feet from the recliner, letting out a slight exhale as she walked over him. she thought of his conversation with benadict blackwood, whether they would need to undergo emergency meetings with the riverland court to smoothen out any issues, or her time spent with meredyth earlier within the maesters room.

she needed to find margaret blackwood. blackwood. she almost audibly groaned at the realisation of what she would need to address the next time she saw the woman. “did you strike him? is it bad?” she asked, bringing with her the plate of applecakes that was before her. she had left him one. one? there was only one left? seven hells. as she raised the plate for him to take an applecake, she leaned forward to kiss him softly, looking briefly at his hands. they did not look roughed up, no more than usual at least. “sorry, grape ate the rest.” the dog was in the other room, fast asleep, as she always was these days.

#c: omer #omer 011 #this moment of timing when your soul needs aligning it's me you confide in (holy water baby let me drown you - the fox and the wine)#and if the devil were to see you he would kiss your eyes and repent (foxwyne)#they're so funny lol hfiugdf #ignore the lady in the background

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What Kind of Food are You Eating?

Hebrews 6: 1-2 “Therefore, leaving the discussion of the elementary principles of Christ, let us go on to perfection, not laying again the foundation of repentance from dead works and of faith toward God, of the doctrine of baptisms, of laying on of hands, of resurrection of the dead, and of eternal judgment..” (NKJV)

Someone once said when you see the word “therefore” in the bible, find out what it’s there for. Hebrews 6:1 is a good example because it talks about the “elementary principles of Christ” which I am sure most of us would have trouble explaining either to ourselves or to anyone else but take heart, the writer explains what these are in verse 2: “the foundation of repentance from dead works and of faith toward God, of the doctrine of baptisms, of laying on of hands, of resurrection of the dead, and of eternal judgment.” However, verse 2 doesn’t explain what they mean since they are elementary principles which the writer assumes we already know. Hebrews 5:12-14 tells us these are the “milk of the Word” which is the food fed to babes in Christ so there should be no need to explain them to mature believers like you and me but I am now guessing that most of us would be a little embarrassed if asked to explain them because we don’t fully understand them. If that is true it means we are still babes in Christ unable to digest the solid food of the Kingdom of God (a whole different topic)! In our defence, we might score well in explaining the first two—repentance from dead works and faith toward God but what about “the doctrine of baptismS” (plural), etc. Apart from water baptism, how many baptisms are there, anyway? Try looking them up (Holy Spirit baptism, Fire baptism, Baptism of suffering to name a few) and what of the principle of “laying on of hands” (for healing, for ministry, etc.). Does your church practice the laying on of hands and if so, for what purpose? Perhaps it has stopped doing so because the Covid virus has forbidden any close contact but is that something that aligns with scripture and the work of the Holy Spirit in His Church? Can you ever imagine Jesus saying to the sick, “Sorry, what you have is contagious and I don’t want to get too close”! These are not issues for some seminary debate, they are the milk of the word fed to baby Christians, new in the faith so that they can grow up in their understanding of the kind of Kingdom we belong to and begin to feast on the solid food—the meat and potatoes which “belongs to those who are of full age, that is, those who by reason of use have their senses exercised to discern both good and evil.“ (Hebrews 5:14). Ignorance is not a mark of good Christian character yet there is much of it within each of us and it results in a lack of discernment between truth and fiction or good and evil. It is the result of our laziness in exercising our spiritual senses which we are all “born again” with the moment we say yes to Jesus. Throughout Paul’s letters to the churches he continually tells us “I don’t want you to be ignorant” (Romans 1:13, 11;25; 1 Corinthians 10:1, 12:1; 2 Corinthians 1:8, 1 Thessalonians 4:13). Peter too, urges us “to be not ignorant” (2 Peter 3:8) so we cannot allow ourselves to remain ignorant if we are to grow up into the perfect man of God that Paul, Hebrews and James each refer to. Like Jesus said to James and John when they wanted to call down fire on the Samaritans, “You do not know what manner of spirit you are of” (Luke 9:55). To a greater or lesser extent we all share that same problem—we don’t really understand what we are made of and are capable of as God’s children. So how do we wise up? Who will teach us the deeper things of the Kingdom of God? Paul gives us the answer in 2 Timothy 2:15 “Study to show thyself approved unto God, a workman that needeth not to be ashamed, rightly dividing the word of truth (KJV) .” The only way to do this is to put into practice what we already know and learn from our mistakes by going back to the Word but the route to spiritual maturity is more than simply reading or even memorizing scripture, it is having it revealed to us by the Holy Spirit—those “aha” moments when something you’ve read, perhaps many times, suddenly becomes clear to you and you know that the Lord is speaking to you in your innermost being. Remember how thrilled Jesus was in Matthew 16:17-18 just after Peter declared his own revelation of who Jesus is, “Blessed are you, Simon Bar-Jonah, for flesh and blood has not revealed this to you, but My Father who is in heaven. And I also say to you that you are Peter, and on this rock (the rock of revelation) I will build My church, and the gates of Hades shall not prevail against it”. Without this kind of revelation we can never mature to become the “full man” or woman that God intends us to be and if we continue in our ignorance we will only become more discouraged in our walk with Him. Today, Pastor Rob Esson (my pastor) shared a message from Isaiah 55:1-11 encouraging us “to listen carefully to me (our heavenly Father), and eat what is good” (verse 2) “Incline your ear, and come to Me. Hear, and your soul shall live;” (verse 3). We must heed this instruction because God tells us (verses 8-9), “For My thoughts are not your thoughts, Nor are your ways My ways,” says the Lord. “For as the heavens are higher than the earth, So are My ways higher than your ways, And My thoughts than your thoughts.” Let’s do things His way because there’s a tremendous promise attached to our obedience (verse 12): “For you shall go out with joy, And be led out with peace; The mountains and the hills Shall break forth into singing before you, And all the trees of the field shall clap their hands.” Pastor Rob taped his message in his back yard while thanking the Lord for the blossoming trees, the singing birds and the growing grass on a beautiful Spring day the likes of which we have sorely missed throughout this long Canadian winter and late Spring.

In these tiresome days of Covid quarantine, take time to listen to the Spirit as He unfolds to you His thoughts and His ways and feed on Him to grow in stature and confidence in the Lord. We are all capable of much more than we think. “He who calls you is faithful, who also will do it.” (1 Thessalonians 5:24)

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My Peaceable Dwelling Place

Finally! I heard it!

I heard the sound of my alarm clock ringing in my ears, so bright and early, yet there was no better time than this. With my eyes wide open, I gently reached for my phone and pressed the “stop” button.

“Let’s get this day going,'' I said to myself.

It was 5:00 am when I swung my legs to the right and eagerly hung them over the side of my bed. This is where I meet the Lord before my day begins.

“Good morning, Father! Thank you for meeting me here,'' I said. “ I’ve grown accustomed to this and am grateful to meet you here for even a brief moment, each and every day.”

Some time ago, I started welcoming The Lord into my days. I figured that it was even more important to invite Him in the silence and the calm, first thing in the morning, rather than wait for the chaos that would quickly consume my day. At least I am better equipped for what the day would throw at me, while soldering this journey and holding on tight to the One and Only! After all, I’ve spent enough days trying to mud through it all alone, before I realized I hadn’t welcomed Him in.

Free from disturbance and in an atmosphere of tranquility, I made my way down the stairs to my favorite spot on the couch, anticipating the moment I would sit and be able to capitalize off of this peaceful time spent with Him.

But before I sat down, I rushed over to the fireplace and flipped on the switch. Within seconds, I could feel the warmth of the flames greeting me oh so early in the morning. This warmth I felt was symbolic of the warmth I’d feel as I was drawing closer and closer to the Lord. A sense of peace enveloped me. The kind of peace that passes all understanding.

It’s 5:00 am and it was not unusual for me to go from the crack of dawn to the setting of the sun without realizing all that needed to be accomplished on any given day. Even more the reason why I’d take the first two hours of a quiet morning to partner with the Prince of Peace. This Peace that would fill my well with a quietness and confidence like no other.

In Isaiah 32:16-18 NIV, scripture says, “The Lord’s justice will dwell in the desert, His righteousness live in the fertile field. The fruit of righteousness will be peace; its effect will be quietness and confidence forever. My people will live in peaceful dwelling places, in secure homes, in undisturbed places of rest.”

The Lord’s everlasting gift is peace to those who live rightly in His eyes. His desire is for us to stand true to our convictions and pursue right living even in a moral context. There will be no room for pride and self sufficiency. How often do we question whether our actions and motives are aligned with the Heavenly Father’s will for our lives, in order to gain this perfect peace?

He also secures His children in their dwelling place and gifts them with safe houses to live in undisturbed places of rest. He realized the importance of a safe place to rest our souls and how fitting of Him to provide just the measure of peace necessary for our hearts to find this perfect rest.

Let us dwell in this place, for as long as we are able.

Inevitably, time passes quicker than I can fathom. My two hour window spent with the Lord has diminished. What a privilege it has been to be able to carve out this vital part of my day. What a privilege it has been to be able to watch the rising sun, through the crack of a window, in my front room, all while knowing I will soon be parting ways from my Heavenly Father, until we meet again. I knew, in less than 24 hours I would have the privilege of being in this same, peaceful, quiet, still, and calm of the morning.

On any given day, I’m offered the opportunity to meet Him in my favorite place, meditate on scripture, read a devotion or simply settle my heart in His presence and pray to my Heavenly Father. What more can be offered to a yearning heart that is completely surrendered to a Holy God?

Without realizing, The Lord prompted me to greet Him first thing in the morning each and every day. When I prioritize my time with the Father, I am able to see the measure of goodness He’s so willing to give and in return, I receive the beautiful and priceless gift of peace.

So, I welcome yet another day and long for the opportunity to hit the “reset button” and do it all over again.

How important is it to live in peace with one another and welcome the genuine gift of rest He’s so willing to bestow on us? Isn’t this something we can all long for? Does your spirit, as did mine, yearn for this opportunity to dwell in the peaceful presence of the Lord, while sitting in your favorite spot on your couch?

I encourage you to take a moment to recall a season in your life when God showed up in a chaotic, perhaps mundane time of your life and you were able to distinctly recognize His presence and receive the gift of undisturbed rest? Did you feel the perfect peace ushered in by the One and only Prince of Peace?

Would you join me in asking the Father to gift us with His perfect peace today and everyday?

Dear Heavenly Father,

Thank you for opening my eyes to your presence. Today I ask you to awaken my spirit and create a yearning inside my soul to spend more quiet time with you. I ask that you provide the time and place for me to draw nearer and nearer to you. Please show me what this looks like for me and how I can follow more closely to You, as you lead me toward your perfect will.

Thank you for your faithfulness!

In Jesus name, amen!

#My Peaceable Dwelling Place #Claudia Moser #Tactical Wife Life #Devotional #His Perfect Peace

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blogthisisthestoryofagirl-blog · 5 years

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Modesty: Royal Apparel - June 27, 2018

Hey y’all! My good friend and sister in Christ, Rebekah, wrote this amazing article on modesty! Take a look!

Modesty: Royal Apparel Verse to consider: Romans 12:2 says, “Do not be conformed to this world, but be transformed by the renewal of your mind, that by testing you may discern what is the will of God, what is good, and acceptable and perfect.” “It’s my body.” “I can wear what I want, when I want,” “Men should keep their eyes to themselves no matter what I’m wearing.” These are examples of phrases so nonchalantly tossed around by young women everywhere in both Christian and secular circles. The idea of “covering up” has been ridiculed and mocked through the years by women who are adamantly taking a stand on their “rights”. This mentality is straight up worldly, and I think it’s high time that we as believers take a few steps back to adjust our perspective and make sure that our thoughts align with God’s. Modesty is a controversial topic that you can find endless different opinions on, but in reality, the only opinion that matters is God’s. And in order to see what God says about modesty, we first need to define what modesty really is. Modesty is an outward reflection of the condition of our hearts. As daughters of the King, our hearts should be first and foremost centered around Jesus Christ and honoring Him. However, it is important to recognize that we are human and all struggle with a “me, myself and I” mindset, and we must admit that our hearts aren’t always centered on Christ like we would like them to be. I’ll be the first to vouch for that! The good news is that we are always growing in our walk with Christ as “new creations” (2 Corinthians 5:17) and making daily changes to our lives as we learn more about who God is! The ultimate question when we are discerning the topic of modesty should be “Does the way I look/dress reflect Christ?” The fact of the matter is, modesty isn’t about what WE find comfortable or what WE think is the dividing line between classy and trashy. It’s all about bringing highest honor and glory to God even in everyday decisions like what we choose to wear! One of the biggest issues I’ve seen in discussions with ladies on this topic is how lightly we tend to take the protection of our fellow brothers in Christ and men in general! So let’s cut to the chase: YES, men struggle with lust. Yes, they should be able to exercise self-control. NO, we should NOT dress ourselves indecently, cause them to stumble and then have the nerve to feel disrespected and throw out the “keep your eyes to yourself” line. In Mark 9, Jesus says that it is better a millstone be hung around our necks, than for us to cause someone to stumble. Girls, Jesus didn’t intend for us to take that statement lightly. We should be making every effort to protect the purity of our brother’s minds and hearts, just like they should be protecting ours. If we are truly women of God, then our love for Christ should extend to the men of God in our lives. “But it’s my right to dress how I want” some might say. Well let me tell you something. At the moment of salvation, we surrendered our “rights” to Jesus Christ. We belong to HIM- in our body and in our soul. This means that we wholeheartedly embrace our new identity as women living “in the world but not of it” (1 John). If we are truly set apart, then we will actively and daily choose to love and honor God despite the opinions, standards and pressure of the lost world we are living in. “In but not of” means acting different. It means looking different. It means being an original not a copy. Even though the Lord does not give us specific rules about how to dress like “thou shalt not wear a crop top” and “thy skirts must touch thy knees”, He did give us some important principles to follow from His Word. He gave these to us for a reason- not to make our lives difficult, but because He loves us and wants us to focus our hearts on Him! Here’s a few passages to consider from the pen of the apostle Paul: 1 Corinthians 6:19: “Or do you not know that your body is a temple of the Holy Spirit within you, whom you have from God? You are not your own, for you were bought at a price. So glorify God in your body.” 1 Corinthians 12:23: “On those parts of the body that we think less honorable we bestow the greater honor, and our unpresentable parts are treated with greater modesty, which our more presentable parts do not require.” The bottom line is summed up very well in 1 Corinthians 10:31: “Whether therefore you eat or drink, or whatsoever you do, do all to the glory of God.” As I stated above, modesty isn’t about our opinion or what WE think is right. Jeremiah 17:9 tells us that our hearts are deceitful and desperately wicked which means that often what WE want or deem to be acceptable isn’t what GOD wants or deems acceptable. Rather, Peter summed it up well when he said in 1 Peter 3, “but let your adorning be the hidden person of the heart with the imperishable beauty of a gentle and quiet spirit, which in God’s sight is very precious.” I read a quote once that said, “modesty isn’t about hiding your body… it’s about revealing your dignity.” This is such a true statement. Ladies, you can’t expect to be treated like a diamond when you are acting like a rock. We need to carefully evaluate what influences our clothing decisions and make sure that our motives are pleasing to the Lord. Addressing which body parts need to be covered up and which ones don’t isn’t going to solve the heart problem that we all struggle with at some point or another. Modesty isn’t about how much cleavage is too much cleavage and what the length of our shorts should be. I’m not saying that standards aren’t important because they are. But fixing our hearts will ultimately fix our standards. Ladies, we’ve GOT to take our eyes of this world and stop letting celebrities, models, and people who need Jesus influence our standards. Their message of “it’s all about your body” and “be confident” leads more people down the wrong path than we could ever imagine. We are not daughters of the world. We are daughters of the King and He adorns us with righteousness, gentleness, compassion and so much more. This world is never going to stop spreading the lie of “what you see is what you get”, but our Heavenly Father fills us with the truth of “man looks at the outward appearance, but God looks at the heart”. (1 Samuel 16:7) If we are sincerely trying to honor God with our lives INCLUDING the way we dress, then we will not only start to raise our standards for ourselves but reveal our dignity and who we are inside, to the world! “I dress modesty because of the love I have for my Heavenly Father, and the respect I have for myself and for others”. Much love to all you beautiful ladies!

#long #modesty

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S A C R E D ◬ S O U L Immersion ◈ Mount Shasta

Lion’s Gate ▷ 8.7.19-8.11.19

Re-member, restore + embody your sacred soulfulness in your..

⋄ Sexuality + powerfully owning your heart’s desires ⋄ Divine assignment + your soul-aligned calling ⋄ Prosperity + masterful receiving with effortlessness ease

In this sacred journey we will be activating and practicing advanced meditation, energy healing, grid work, soul mapping, embodied leadership + facilitation, Akashic Records attunement and channeling, mind-body-spirit-soul alignment and all the magic in between.

This retreat is programmed to instill within participants quantum leaps in self-confidence, radiance, soul sovereignty and amplified magnetism to receive their soul’s desires. In other words, this retreat offers a crash course full of fun, joyful, soul-stretching activations to guide you in creating your very own Heaven on Earth and embodying your multi-dimensional creator consciousness.

“The flow of the experience was amazing. Sydney’s ability to read participants in a very clear way with lots of permission and space for them to receive is astounding. Sydney has a nice balance of telling her story and not projecting her own issues – she expertly tells her story for service and connection. Sydney’s capacity to keep her energetic level steady is incredible. She stays energetically in service so consistently – it’s profound. Her ability to hold space is incredible. People want what she has. If you’re asking me – I can promise you you’re going to get SO much out of this. Whatever you’re looking for will be right in front of you.”

~ Kelly M., CEO + Entrepreneur, NYC-Based

⧫ Become masterfully magnetic ⧫

⧫ Embody your authentic essence ⧫

⧫ Revolutionize your relationship with abundance, pleasure and your divine purpose ⧫

“Within three weeks of working with Sydney I 10x’d my monthly revenue from $3K to $30K without creating any new business infrastructure but instead by simply following the customized energetic alignment practices Sydney intuitively guided me through.”

~ Margie Pargie, CEO+ Founder, Aerial Yoga Goddess, Transformational Coach

We will be following daily rituals and curated programming to help you release unconscious, inherited family trauma, stagnant energy wanting to be freed from your system and other density that’s in the way of you living your most happy, joyful, abundant, powerful life now.

Each day of the retreat includes an arc of morning practice with movement, dance and somatic healing then a segment on shadow work facilitated in group experiences with additional 1:1 guidance and support.

“I was really impressed by how Sydney can observe and witness when other people are stuck in their story she can help by just listening and help them see themselves more clearly. My core wounds are my window into how I can best help others. I am empowered in my wounds form now on. I now desire fun and play and I see how I deserve to give that to myself. Sydney puts herself fully out there with utter transparent and shares her experience, strength and hope on the table – balls to the wall. She’s not holding back at all. She has transformed from her experiences and she can talk WITH you not TO YOU in a way that’s very inviting, inclusive, compassionate, relatable. If you’re thinking about joining this retreat: It’ll be a heart-changing event for you if you show up.”

~ David S., Business Executive, NJ-based

⧫ Be guided on sacred ceremonies and activations in the most powerful energy vortexes on Earth ⧫

⧫ Activate your higher self embodiment, live in alignment with your soul ⧫

⧫ Unlock your genius. Share your gifts. Speak your truth ⧫

⧫ Clear whatever is in your way of being your most radiant soul self, now ⧫

“When I came to Bali, I was at the end of my lifeline. This is not an exaggeration either. The more mentors I hired, the worse I felt. This was my last leap of faith, and it literally used the last of my resources. It was one final plea for the help that I knew I needed. I feel like you saved my life. Literally and in every sense of the phrase.

Mind/body/soul- you saved my life. You showed me the way through the blackest darkness and into a state of light, warmth, and bliss that I have NEVER felt in this human life. I feel like you returned me to my source, returned me to a state of inner (and outer) paradise. You liberated me and guided me to TRUE soul sovereignty.

I will never be able to express my gratitude to you. I have NOTHING but deep deep deep love and connection for you. I felt connected to you from the moment I “met” you online, but this experience was something else entirely. Thank you for bringing me back to myself, back to my power, back to my sovereignty, and even helping me to discover my TRUE purpose on this planet. How can I thank you enough? I can’t.”

~ Quinn Downie, Intuitive Guide + Soul Success Coach, Bali Awaken + Ascend 2019 Retreat Participant

“Since working with Sydney over our three month program, my health feels amazing and I feel so much vitality, life and flow in my body and self. I trust myself again and love all of who I am, the shame is all gone. I’ve been on a process of shedding so many layers to get to the essence and core of who I am and feel so much more confident in sharing that side of me.

I have created an incredible coaching program and have been sharing my gifts, strengths and genius with incredible women who are rising as leaders in the world. I have created so much self love that I’m now in a relationship with the soul mate man of my dreams. I have become so free of sexual shame and have healed so much with my relationship with my parents and my whole family lineage. The eczema I’ve had all over my body since I stopped breastfeeding as a baby has completely healed.”

~ Joshua Little, Personal Freedom Mentor, Actor, Singer, Visionary, California USA

Throughout each day’s program you will uncover layers of your true self you perhaps have never before been in contact with, each day becoming more and more acquainted with the voice of your soul truth, your infinite self awakening to your true power.

At the end of the day we typically close with a group somatic healing experience such as breath work, sound healing, dance or cacao ceremony for easeful integration of the deep energetic healing you will be undergoing.

“Sydney, your medicine was exactly what my soul needed. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for your unconditional love, wisdom, support and guidance. You have helped me embody and love myself in ways I didn’t expect to and overcome challenges and shadows that I never thought were possible. I celebrate you and your souls work and I am now ready to fly and no longer play it safe.”

~ Sonia C, Intuitive Healer and Visionary Guide, Bali Awaken & Ascend 2019 Retreat Participant

◢ Included in this immersion

⟁ 5 Days, 4 Nights life-changing activation

⟁ 1:1 support before, after and during retreat

⟁ High vibe gourmet food prepared by private chef

⟁ Energy Healing, Grid Work, Cellular Activation, Channeling, Ceremony in Sacred Shasta Vortexes

⟁ Group Work in Family Constellations, Inner Child Healing, Reparenting/Rebirthing, Trauma Release, Somatic Experiencing, Breathwork, Bioenergetic Release, Sound Healing, Dance Liberation and more

We are supported throughout the retreat experience with nourishing, gourmet vegan meals and snacks prepared by our very own private chef. In addition to our intensive transformational work, you will have ample rest and integration time to enjoy our beautiful retreat grounds plus almost daily excursions to local Shasta sacred sites for energy transmissions and healing ceremonies we will be activating together.

“After the retreat I went into two auditions and had a completely different experience with showing up – I felt like my authentic self, unafraid to share who I am. I am now existing in a new paradigm – how can my gifts heal and help others? Believing this now – this is seeing how a naturally insecure person who is so hard on herself who is so dependent on everyone’s approval growing into an independent, powerful, inspired visionary. Now I am free to detach from the results because I am free of expectations and a need for approval and validation. My entire outlook has shifted. Considering doing this retreat? DO IT. ”

~ Rebecca W., Musician + Healer, NJ-based

◢ Curated Group Facilitation For You To…

⬙ Crystallize Your Calling

⬙ Speak Your Authentic Truth

⬙ Own Your Power and Embody Presence

⬙ Magnetize Abundance + Accelerate Prosperity

⬙ Revolutionize Receptivity + Trust

⬙ Master The Art of Surrender

“Since working with Sydney, my biggest breakthroughs are having more trust in myself and the universe and living in a state of flow. I’ve found a community of deep soul family connections, deepened soul connections with people I have known for decades, have become more open and honest which has resulted in a total life upgrade, meaning: feeling the way I have wanted to feel about my life for decades, allowing people to see me for me and love me for me.

To anyone whose on the fence about joining/hiring Sydney, just move forward, it is worth every penny. The journey you will embark upon is transformational, healing, and unparalleled.”

~Stephanie Cunningham, Metaphysical Mentor, Reiki Energy Healer, Ohio USA

Retreat Program

Day One: The Art of Receiving

Owning Your Sacred Desires

Trusting Your Soul Truth

Embodied Leadership

Breathwork + Sound Healing

Day Two: Holy Desire

Energy Mastery for Trust and Receptivity

Owning Your Holy Desires

Embodying Your Power

Meditation + Dance Medicine

Day Three: Power Activation

Embodied Presence

Healing for Wholeness

Inner Child + Reparenting Activation

Family Constellations

Breathwork

Day Four: Pleasure Embodiment

Sensual Expression

Authentic Relating + Intimacy Activation

Sex Magic Alchemy + Manifestation

Vortex Excursion

Cacao Ceremony + Sound Healing

Day Five: Divine Assignment

Embodying Your Vision

Living Your Soul Purpose

Anchoring Self-Mastery + Sovereignty

Limitless Living + Your Dream Beyond the Dream

“Sydney’s retreat in Bali literally changed my life. My intention going to her retreat was to fall deeper in love with myself. And that’s exactly what happened. I had multiple major breakthroughs on her retreat related to RECEIVING and ALLOWING myself to experience more FUN, JOY, and FLOW in my life. It was on this retreat that I realized, at a very DEEP and visceral level, that LIFE DOESN’T HAVE TO BE HARD.

And since then, as I’ve described to multiple people, I feel like I’ve been in this incredible state of “Bali Flow” that has allowed me to have my first six-figure salary month with less effort and more fun than ever before (and that, of course, has been a consequence of simultaneously SERVING more powerfully than ever before).

Sydney Campos is an incredible facilitator and every aspect of her Bali retreat — from the AMAZING food to the powerful workshops to the beautiful local excursions — was perfect, and I do not have any doubt that this retreat will be any different.”

~ Stefano Ganddini, Spiritual Performance Coach, Speaker

What’s Included

Luxury accommodations in a beautiful retreat center amidst the Shasta forest and energy vortexes

Daily guided movement, yoga and meditation practice

Gourmet vegan meals, drinks and snacks prepared by a private chef

Expert guidance in somatic experiencing and healing techniques such as tapping (EFT), breath work, vocal activation, vibrational attunement and trauma release

Daily group work with 1:1 support and facilitation in Inner Child Healing, Intuition Activation, Energy Mastery, Amplifying Magnetism, Healing Trust and Receptivity, Family Constellations, Sound Healing, Aligning To Your Divine Purpose, Owning Your Power, Accelerating Abundance, Pleasure Embodiment, Somatic Experiencing, Activating Intimacy + Authenticity, Multidimensional Awakening, Sacred Cacao Ceremony, Ecstatic Dance, Authentic Relating and more

One 30 minute coaching call with Sydney before and after the retreat

Resources, tools, techniques and materials uniquely curated for this experience that you can’t find presented like this anywhere else

Private group facilitation and monthly support calls leading up to the retreat and long-afterwards for guidance in continued integration and embodiment (with participants from Sydney’s other retreats and programs)

Logistics + Investment

Arrive close to 4pm on Wednesday August 7th (our first opening circle begins at 5:30pm), depart Sunday August 11th at 1pm

Early Enrollment for this retreat ends 4/30 with the investment of $2.4K with $444 deposit required to hold space (full balance due by August 1st)

Enrollment beginning 5/1 is $2,888.00 USD with $555 deposit to hold space or pay in full $2.7K (full balance due by August 1st)

All-inclusive 5 Day/4 night immersive retreat includes all meals, activities, excursions, 1:1 coaching (before, during and after retreat) and sessions with guest facilitators

Guests are responsible for booking own travel to and from the venue, including flights and transport to the house in Shasta (via car service or car pool)

Space for this intimate retreat is limited to 10

Recommended airports: The closest major airport is Sacramento International Airport (SMF), with Reno-Tahoe International airport (RNO) as a good alternative. There are also smaller airports in Redding, CA and Medford, OR nearby.

“My biggest results from working with Sydney were the confidence to quit my job and believe that everything would be ok. I also took a lot of action with Sydney that I didn’t have the confidence to take alone. She introduced me to what my life could (and would) look like.

To this day Sydney has been one of the more comprehensive mentors of mine.”

~Jenna Hillier, Visionary Health Coach, CPA, NYC USA

Your Retreat Host

Sydney Campos is a Visionary Mentor, Intuitive Channel, Spiritual Teacher and Author of The Empath Experience: What To Do When You Feel Everything. Sydney guides visionary leaders to live in alignment with their soul purpose while embodying next-level power, pleasure and prosperity.

In addition to being a seasoned Business Strategy Advisor and Certified Holistic Health Coach, Sydney is also a 200-Hour Registered Yoga Teacher, Reiki Energy Healer, and Certified Akashic Records Practitioner. Sydney shares her multifaceted inspiration through 1:1 visionary mentoring, self-mastery courses, transformational retreats, intuitive readings and her Visionary Souls Podcast.

An avid adventurer, Sydney is likely to be found in Bali, Venice Beach, San Francisco or anywhere in Mediterranean Europe. Sydney has been featured in Forbes, MindBodyGreen, Refinery29, Bustle, PureWow and New York Magazine.

Learn more about Sydney’s work with visionary leaders.

Your Retreat Chef

Tiffany Bergmann is a private chef and certified yoga instructor. She began her journey as a private chef in Los Angeles in 2010. Over the years, she has cooked for a variety of clients, tailoring each experience to the client’s need, wants and vision. Tiffany’s cooking style is comfort food with a healthy twist. She has a thorough knowledge of plant based cooking, and values cooking with local and seasonal ingredients. Her colorful meals are filled with nutrient rich ingredients that leave the body feeling nourished. Tiffany believes retreats provide a sacred space to create community around a table, and share high vibration food made with love.

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thought-trail-blog1 · 7 years

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A MERE MORTAL CALLED ME.

God is real. I’ve always wondered how I could prove this to someone who had no understanding of spiritual things and till today I’m not sure how. Apart from explaining the creation story and the fall and redemption of man, I don’t know where else to start. In my own life I am convinced and confident, not just that God is real but that He is a good God. I like to say it this way. God is only God because He is the epitome of all things good and righteous. If he lacked even an iota of anything, he wouldn’t be God. Think of the height of music, art, love, kindness, goodness anything at all and you will find God. He is all in all. The beautiful creator.

I am humbled that an incredible and indescribable being could love a mere mortal called me. And not only spare me by sacrificing his own special and only son in my place but he gives me the same honour that is due his son. That honour and authority that only belongs to Gods.

I’m beginning to sound like a marvel movie. Let me bring it down a notch. Ever since I’ve known me, I only saw myself as an outsider. I never quite felt like I belonged to anything. Like the new born African child who was considered a visitor till the eighth day, I felt like I was just an observer of the running’s of this world we call life. Instead of the standard eight days, I have lived as one sentenced to a life of solitary confinement. I was a fox, I owned a keen nose for spotting the difference between me and others, right from my own family, to people in the streets, to other kids in school.

When I was little, I never quite felt like a girl and when I looked over at the male section, boy was I different. That pan was genius! As I was saying, nothing could quite make me feel at home. This detachment created in me a hunger for connection and a yearning for common cause. The need to be understood, to understand others and my surroundings were stronger than anything else. From friendships to romantic relationships, I found myself depending on others perspectives and views and in the process compromising some of my own views and values because of my lack of boundaries. In my very lowest moments, I even felt like I didn’t have what it took to successfully live this life.

When you constantly absorb the views and perspectives of others, you lose the knowledge of who you are. Till you can tell whether what you’re doing is actually something you like and truly believe, and not something you’re doing because it is what is expected of you, anything at all can sweep you along its path. It would cause you lose touch with your sense of self which is your grounding. I think society is the way it is for a reason. It makes sense of our environment and interprets it for us but I also believe society has to be adaptable to new information that streams in in order to continue being relevant. I tried to build my life around rules and norms and ideals and never allowing myself to develop opinions of my own. Unfortunately, these standards are not always based on truth.

I grew up in a Christian home of very high standards. The kind that upheld the ideals and had the expectation of highest conduct possible as it always turns out to be as no one can truly attain these standards. Living as a female at home was a source of grief to me. I started noticing the double standards, the privileges accorded my brother that were never extended to us (the girls). We were the ones who labored and served and had no right as my father would one day say. I quickly learned that being a woman was a horrible thing. A punishment I did not deserve. I wasn’t the average girl and I knew it. I enjoyed going to the farm with my dad. Digging up mounds to plant yam and holding the cutlass. I enjoyed doing those activities with my father and he liked to take me. The knowledge that before I was born, my father was adamant that I was going to be a boy made me want to please him, maybe I wouldn’t remain a disappointment to him. In my teen years I tried more and more to not be associated with the things regular girls did.

Self-acceptance is one of the most beautiful gifts you can give yourself. To put effort into learning to see where you end and where others begin; learning to honour, acknowledge and ultimately accept the not so glamorous parts of yourself. We were created by a self-sufficient being who in a sense split himself into various fragments so that the representation of his being could only be conceptualized and appreciated when these fragments are juxtaposed with one another. God is unending. I believe his ability to create unique human souls is as infinite as his unending personality, so that he can reveal new perspectives of himself through the images he brings to life. He can only have love for us because he himself is the definition of what love is. He is the highest embodiment of everything we call love. Every single one of us in this world is a reflection of a unique part of this mysterious being we call God.

What fascinates me most is that through the reconciliation we have with him through Christ, we are brought into a personal connection with him where he begins to show us who he is. Not just that, he peels back all the parts of us that are not originally him. Reshaping and restructuring us to look like him again. If this God loves us and calls us his children, even though we look nothing like him and accepts us as we are ,how much more should we love ourselves and one another and be willing to forgive ourselves for our shortcomings? This realization is a process and it takes time. My path to this understanding was a messy and painful one but God being who he0 is has and continues to be a gracious father and restorer of all things.

I kissed a woman for the first time when I was twenty years old. After that I accepted that I was gay. I had been in my first relationship with a young man a little prior to this but my same sex encounter felt more right to me. The confusion that emerged from this discovery in myself was one I wasn’t ready for. My parent’s separation couldn’t have coincided with the worst possible thing. I went down a rabbit hole of guilt that seemed to encase me in its unyielding mould. The guilt gradually turned into self-loathing, ”Why couldn’t I be just like everyone else?!”. Then I started having moments when thoughts would flood and clog up my brain. In these moments of panic, I would cut myself in an attempt to ease the pressure on my mind. My health deteriorated with every thought that challenged what this meant for my eternity and I began to entertain thoughts of suicide.

I survived those moments and determined to put myself right again. I got baptized yet again and made peace with the fact that I would never marry. Little did I know that that was a set up for failure. The more I tried, the worse it got. Till I came to God withered from my exasperation and threw in the towel. There was nothing good about this surrender. I was done. I told him I couldn’t stop myself from feeling this way so I was going to accept my fate and go to hell. I gave up!

God does not expect perfection from us, he expects surrender. When creation fell, we lost our right to life. Mankind had no way to save itself. We were doomed! But the love of God would not sit by and watch us be destroyed. On the other hand, his holiness had to allow the consequence of man’s choice. God being wisdom allowed judgement to come but instead of it coming upon us, it came on Jesus who paid the full price so that we have nothing more to pay. Today if you align yourself with what Jesus did by accepting him as your Lord and savior his sacrifice covers you forever.

I didn’t know that, so I tried to fix myself and when I couldn’t, I walked away. I couldn’t stay away for long. I came back with all the baggage. Trying to please God on one hand and trying to please my girlfriend the next moment. My guilt grew and flourished, my suicide attempts became real and I became really sick. I lost my self-worth and self-respect along with my weight. It was till I understood this truth that my life started falling back into place and healing came back into my life.

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How Attractive Are You? What You Need to Know About Attractiveness

How attractive am I to others?

Am I attractive at all?

In some ways, it seems like society is putting more focus than ever on visual appeal for both men and women. We use dating apps to quickly assess whether we find someone cute, and if we don’t, we can just swipe left and remove them from our lives. And it’s definitely worse for you women: you have magazines trying to sell you all kinds of products to “fix” whatever is wrong with you. When, in fact, nothing at all is the matter with you!

But still, I understand. You may wonder how attractive you are, and that’s completely natural. If you recently got out of a relationship or were divorced, your confidence may be shaken, and you may want some security in knowing you can still attract the opposite sex.

I totally get it.

Attractiveness is like the Holy Grail for many people, particularly if they’re single. I want to tackle this huge subject for you by giving you some fantastic data and insights.

In this post, I want to dive into the topic of beauty and attraction, make you really examine how you see yourself, and then help you consider how others see you. I’m going to tell you about a couple of fascinating studies on this topic of attractiveness too, so stay tuned!

First: How Do You See Yourself? How Attractive Am I?

How attractive are you? How do you see yourself?

They say beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and before you start wondering what others think of you, I want you to be that beholder for a minute.

How do you see yourself? Do you think you’re attractive?

The problem for most of us is that we’re too close to our own physical appearance. We track every wrinkle, every zit. We know when we’re having a bad hair day. Being in a bad mood can impact how we feel about our looks, and having self-esteem can make us feel positive about our attractiveness.

It’s hard to be objective when it comes to assessing your own looks.

If, when you ask yourself, am I attractive, you don’t have an answer, consider what you find attractive in other people.

Is it a perfect face? Probably not. Is it a genuine smile? Maybe laugh lines? Dark eyes? Is it more of an individual’s personality or confidence that makes them attractive to you? Knowing what appeals to you in others can help you determine how you see yourself physically.

I know it’s easy to criticize our own looks.

Ug. That zit covers my entire nose. I’m hideous!

These gray hairs make me feel so old!

I don’t fit in any of my cute clothes anymore.

You’re far from alone. In a thread on Reddit, participants commented on the question “How attractive am I and why?”

The majority were pretty harsh on themselves. I have trouble believing there are that many ugly people in the world.

I want you to realize that beauty isn’t just skin deep. It goes into your soul, into who you are. If you genuinely feel like a sexy, confident lady, then by golly, you are. No one’s opinion of you or your attractiveness matters nearly as much as your own opinion does.

How Do Others See You? Do You Know How Attractive You Are?

Dating apps don’t rate attractiveness the right way.

You searched for “how attractive am I to others,” so I’m going to go out on a limb here and assume that you’re not completely sure how others see you.

Maybe you’re basing your self-worth on how few guys you’ve met on dating apps, where, as I said, you’re pretty much judged superficially, at least at the start. Or maybe you don’t get responses to the messages you send to guys, and now you’re criticizing yourself, thinking it’s your looks that didn’t spark his interest.

So if you’re basing how you think others see you on your dating app results, here’s why you shouldn’t.

1. Your Profile Pics Tell a Limited Story

Even if you took the time to pick out the photos and selfies of you that made you look as awesome as possible, those photos are only two-dimensional, so they only show what you look like in one pose. Because you’re smiling for the camera, that might not be what you look like when you’re smiling out of happiness. We tend to look different for the camera.

2. Everyone’s Looking for Something Different

You might have gone all out with the makeup in your dating pics, but did you know that 86% of men prefer women with light and natural makeup? So while you might think you’re making yourself more attractive by piling on the makeup, you might, in fact, be turning more men away than you knew.

But beyond makeup, there are men who are into voluptuous women. Men who like skinny ladies. Guys who like big lips. Big hips. Big eyes. You can’t please everyone, nor do you want to. But know that there is a segment of the population who’s into exactly what you have to offer.

3. In-Person, Attraction is Different

Because your dating profile pics capture you frozen in time, you may look completely different to someone when you meet them in person. Maybe your mouth is crooked when you talk, or you raise your eyebrows a lot. These are things that don’t show up in photos. And then there’s the whole chemistry thing. You can’t know that you have chemistry with someone just by looking at their photo. But when you meet them in person, you’ll know if you’re physically attracted to them.

And hey, if you don’t want to go on dead-end dates, check out the up-and-coming dating app Pheramor. This dating app takes a DNA sample from you, combines it with your social media activity, and matches you with men who you’re guaranteed to have sexual chemistry with!

I ramble on about dating apps because they’re a good example of why you shouldn’t assume you know how others see you, or use them as a metric for how attractive you are.

You could argue that everyone in the world is attractive…to someone. The guy who smiled at you with missing teeth in the checkout line may not be your cup of tea, but somewhere out there is a woman who would find him adorable.

Do We Usually See Ourselves as Others See Us?

How he sees you probably isn’t how you see yourself.

There’s almost always a disconnect between how attractive we find ourselves and how attractive we think others find us. Nearly always, we think we are less attractive than others do.

It goes back to what I said earlier in this article: you scrutinize how attractive you are and every single flaw you think you have far more than anyone else does. You may have spent 20 minutes bemoaning how your hair wouldn’t lay flat, but then you walked to Starbucks and some guy totally checked you out. He didn’t have the information about your hair struggle, and even if he did, he wouldn’t have changed his mind about finding you attractive.

And if you’re in a long-term relationship, you might think your fella loves you in spite of your flaws, but allow me to speak for him just a moment:

He actually loves you because of those (perceived) flaws.

Men are totally into your dimple, your stretch marks, and your curved belly. I’m not making this up! Ask your man what he thinks of whatever you think is so terrible about your body, and I guarantee he will have a different perspective than you. What a guy.

Scientists have studied what’s referred to as meta-accuracy, or how well what you think of yourself matches with what others think of you. In nearly all of the studies, what individuals thought of themselves in terms of attractiveness or personality didn’t align with how their friends and family saw them.

What Psychological Distance Does for How We View Ourselves

Nicholas Epley, a behavioral scientist at the University of Chicago, and Tal Eyal, a psychologist at Israel’s Ben-Gurion University, have conducted several studies to assess the correlation between how people view their own attractiveness and how others do. All the studies showed a discrepancy between the two views, showing that the subjects being rated for attractiveness were usually harder when rating their own attractiveness.

In one study, students were photographed and told that other students would be rating them for attractiveness. Some participants were told that they would be rated the same day, while others were told they would be rated in a few months. The students were then asked to predict how attractive they anticipated other people would find their photo.

The ones who were told they would be rated in months were more accurate in assessing how others would rate them than those who were told they would be rated the same day.

Why?

There was more psychological distance between the time participants were photographed and when people would rate them, and so those who would be rated later were able to better see themselves through the eyes of someone else.

If you were one of those students and you were having a bad day, you’d probably predict that someone assessing your attractiveness that same day would score you low. On the other hand, if someone was going to rate you in a few months, that bad day seems less important, so you might predict they’d score you higher.

Make sense?

The Role of Chemistry in Attraction

Chemistry plays a large role in attraction.

When you ask how attractive am I, what you’re probably asking is how attractive am I to this particular person?

Because really: do you care how attractive you are to the entire world, or do you want one specific person to go gaga for you? Whether you’re in a relationship or looking for one, you want that one person to be drawn to you like a moth to a flame.

Attraction and attractiveness are based significantly on chemistry. You might find someone mildly attractive in a photo, but in person, MAN! Is he hot!

What happens to make such different responses?

It might be how you smell, for starters.

You’ve heard of pheromones, right? They’re the chemicals we release from our bodies that can alter the behavior of others. There have been ample studies on animals and insects, which have proven that pheromones are involved in sexual attraction for them, and there are some assumptions that the same applies to humans.

Voice and scent, too, play a role in attraction. Science backs this up. So before you spend three hours in the bathroom getting ready for a first date, gargle some salt water to make sure your voice is clear and sexy, and use your favorite body wash, because he might be more attracted to you through those things than your physical looks!

Just don’t assume that a photo alone is enough to know if someone finds you attractive. All the more reason to go on those first dates!

And What About Personality?

Your personality impacts how attractive people find you.

Sally: I went out with a guy last night.

Jessi: Was he cute?

Sally: He had a good personality.

I don’t know when a “good personality” became a euphemism for being unattractive. There’s absolutely nothing wrong with having a good personality!

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In fact, having a pleasant personality might make you more attractive to certain people. Let’s look at a couple of scientific studies that prove this.

Science Backs It Up: Personality Matters in Attractiveness

A study at the Huazhong University in China discovered that certain positive personality traits made people more attractive.

Here’s how they did it: 120 people were shown photos of women with neutral expressions on their faces and asked to rate them on attractiveness. Two weeks later, they performed the same task, but this time half the photos had positive personality descriptions like kind and honest, and half had negative personality descriptions like mean and dishonest.

I’m sure you’ve already guessed this, but those photos with the positive descriptions were ranked higher for attractiveness.

Even if those women weren’t actually kind or honest, associating those qualities with their images made people — both men and women — find them more attractive than those with the negative descriptions.

People might assume that because you are kind that you might also be honest or even a good mother. At an evolutionary level, a man might be attracted to you if you have a good personality because he believes you might pass along those traits to your offspring, whether or not you actually have any together!

Allow me to nerd out on you just a bit. Psychologists have several theories about personality. One, the “Big Five” model, says that most people’s personality traits can be described in terms of the five major factors:

Neuroticism

Extraversion

Agreeableness

Conscientiousness

Openness to experience

We all have varying levels of each of these traits. But then another theory considers that all of these can be lumped into one “superfactor,” also called a general factor of personality, or GFP. If you have a high GFP, you might be low in the neuroticism department, but high in the others. In general, a higher GFP indicates a good personality, and therefore more attractive as a person!

So I bring up all this science stuff to make a point: don’t take an online attractiveness quiz to figure out if you’re cute or not because it goes beyond what your face looks like. You could be the most beautiful woman in the world physically, but if you’re horrible to people, you won’t be beautiful at all, really.

If you want to feel more attractive, work on being nicer to the people around you.

When You Think About How Attractive You Are Too Much

If you’re stressing about how attractive you are, you might have BDD.

Like I said at the start of this article: it’s completely normal to wonder “how attractive am I.” But if you’re spending a significant portion of your life worrying about your flaws, this isn’t normal and you might need to be concerned about your behavior.

There’s this disorder called body dysmorphic disorder (BDD) that some people suffer from, which can cause them to obsess with real or perceived physical flaws. I’m not talking using the up-close mirror to whine about wrinkles for 30 second from Meet Positives SM Feed http://ift.tt/2rijnvh via IFTTT

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How Attractive Am I? What You Need to Know About Attractiveness

How attractive am I to others?

Am I attractive at all?

I totally get it.

Attractiveness is like the Holy Grail for many people, particularly if they’re single. I want to tackle this huge subject for you by giving you some fantastic data and insights.

First: How Do You See Yourself? How Attractive Am I?

How attractive are you? How do you see yourself?

They say beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and before you start wondering what others think of you, I want you to be that beholder for a minute.

How do you see yourself? Do you think you’re attractive?

It’s hard to be objective when it comes to assessing your own looks.

If, when you ask yourself, am I attractive, you don’t have an answer, consider what you find attractive in other people.

I know it’s easy to criticize our own looks.

Ug. That zit covers my entire nose. I’m hideous!

These gray hairs make me feel so old!

I don’t fit in any of my cute clothes anymore.

You’re far from alone. In a thread on Reddit, participants commented on the question “How attractive am I and why?”

The majority were pretty harsh on themselves. I have trouble believing there are that many ugly people in the world.

How Do Others See You? Do You Know How Attractive You Are?

Dating apps don’t rate attractiveness the right way.

You searched for “how attractive am I to others,” so I’m going to go out on a limb here and assume that you’re not completely sure how others see you.

So if you’re basing how you think others see you on your dating app results, here’s why you shouldn’t.

1. Your Profile Pics Tell a Limited Story

2. Everyone’s Looking for Something Different

3. In-Person, Attraction is Different

I ramble on about dating apps because they’re a good example of why you shouldn’t assume you know how others see you, or use them as a metric for how attractive you are.

Do We Usually See Ourselves as Others See Us?

How he sees you probably isn’t how you see yourself.

There’s almost always a disconnect between how attractive we find ourselves and how attractive we think others find us. Nearly always, we think we are less attractive than others do.

And if you’re in a long-term relationship, you might think your fella loves you in spite of your flaws, but allow me to speak for him just a moment:

He actually loves you because of those (perceived) flaws.

What Psychological Distance Does for How We View Ourselves

The ones who were told they would be rated in months were more accurate in assessing how others would rate them than those who were told they would be rated the same day.

Why?

Make sense?

The Role of Chemistry in Attraction

Chemistry plays a large role in attraction.

When you ask how attractive am I, what you’re probably asking is how attractive am I to this particular person?

Attraction and attractiveness are based significantly on chemistry. You might find someone mildly attractive in a photo, but in person, MAN! Is he hot!

What happens to make such different responses?

It might be how you smell, for starters.

Just don’t assume that a photo alone is enough to know if someone finds you attractive. All the more reason to go on those first dates!

And What About Personality?

Your personality impacts how attractive people find you.

Sally: I went out with a guy last night.

Jessi: Was he cute?

Sally: He had a good personality.

I don’t know when a “good personality” became a euphemism for being unattractive. There’s absolutely nothing wrong with having a good personality!

youtube

In fact, having a pleasant personality might make you more attractive to certain people. Let’s look at a couple of scientific studies that prove this.

Science Backs It Up: Personality Matters in Attractiveness

A study at the Huazhong University in China discovered that certain positive personality traits made people more attractive.

I’m sure you’ve already guessed this, but those photos with the positive descriptions were ranked higher for attractiveness.

Neuroticism

Extraversion

Agreeableness

Conscientiousness

Openness to experience

If you want to feel more attractive, work on being nicer to the people around you.

When You Think About How Attractive You Are Too Much

If you’re stressing about how attractive you are, you might have BDD.

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