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pompomqt · 6 months

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Journey to the West Chapter 15

In this chapter of Journey to the West with @journeythroughjourneytothewest we are introduced to the world's most underutilized character. So let's get into it shall we?

So Tripitaka and Sun Wukong are traveling west, the atmosphere frigid in more ways then one I'd imagine, when they come across a stream that Monkey says is called Eagle Grief Stream. They don't get to admire said stream for long however before a certain dragon emerges from it, and heads straight for Tripitaka. Monkey panics and tackles Tripitaka off his horse, abandoning all of their luggage in the process, and hauls Tripitaka off. The Dragon decides to take the horse as a consolation prize, and eats it and it's harness in one bite.

After setting Tripitaka down, Monkey goes back for their stuff. The good new is that he finds their luggage no problem. The bad new is that their horse is no where to be seen. Monkey zips into the sky and looks in all four directions for it, before coming to the conclusion that the dragon must have eaten it. Tripitaka isn't pleased to hear that and at first insists that it must have run off and that Sun Wukong should look again. But Sun Wukong brags about his superior eyesight saying that he could see a dragonfly within a thousand miles let alone something as big as a horse.

Upon hearing that the horse really has been eaten Tripitaka bursts into tears at the thought of having to walk the entire journey. Monkey gets mad at Tripitaka for being such a crybaby about the whole thing and yells at him that he will just make the dragon give them back the horse. Tripitaka however clings to him, not wanting to be left alone without his super powered body guard in case the dragon comes back to eat him to. This makes Monkey even more mad, so he yells at Tripitaka for being a weakling some more, and how despite the fact that Monkey can absolutely be in two places at once- can't be in to places at once and has to leave if Tripitaka wants a horse to ride on.

I feel like this whole situations is to give the other pilgrims a reason to be on the journey despite Sun Wukong being so powerful. You know- despite the fact that Sun Wukong's power set gives him multiple ways he could solve this situation- from leaving a duplicate to protect Tripitaka, to making a duplicate horse. I guess he's probably still salty about the whole fillet situation though and doesn't feel like being that helpful.

Luckily the situation is resolved by some deities who have apparently been assigned by Guanyin to secretly protect the scripture pilgrim. So now that Sun Wukong has gotten some babysitters for Tripitaka, off he goes to bully the dragon into giving them their horse back. With Tripitaka telling him to be careful. I think it's cute that Tripitaka always tells him to be careful despite how powerful he is.

So Sun Wukong goes to the shore of the river and starts shouting for the Dragon to return his horse making sure to call him a 'Lawless Lizard' for good measure. The dragon takes offense to this and returns to the surface, in which Sun Wukong takes the opportunity to attack, while still yelling about his horse. So the two fight for a while, before the dragon gets tired of getting beat up by Sun Wukong and goes back to hiding in the river. And despite Sun Wukong heaping on the insults the dragon doesn't return to take another beating.

Left with no other option, Sun Wukong returns to Tripitaka empty handed and explains the situation to him. Tripitaka then points out that earlier when Sun Wukong had killed the tiger he had claimed that he could 'tame dragons, and subdue tigers' and asks why he can't subdue this one today. Sun Wukong can't handle his badass status being thrown into question and leaves to try and pick another fight with the dragon. This time rather then just hurling insults into the water he uses his magic to turn the clear still water of the river, into a raging current.

Eventually the dragon gets tired of getting churned around like he's in a washing machine and exits the water again. After which Sun Wukong once again declares that he wants his horse back. The dragon points out that he ate it and can't give it back. And Monkey's like 'Well that sounds like a you problem, because if you don't give back the horse, I'm just going to kill you instead.' So the Dragon gets beat up by Sun Wukong again, but this time he transforms into a water snake and escapes into the marshes.

Monkey grows frustrated that he can't find him, so he summons the local spirit and mountain god. After threatening the gods with some violence he manages to learn that the dragon is actually here on Guanyin's orders to wait for the scripture pilgrim, and that all he has to do to capture the dragon is bring Guanyin here and have her sort the whole thing out. So Sun Wukong takes the two gods with him to explain the situation to Tripitaka, and Tripitaka is still wary about Sun Wukong leaving him, but luckily one of the gods volunteer to go fetch Guanyin instead. So Sun Wukong has the two gods guard Tripitaka while he goes to patrol the stream.

So the god finds Guanyin and tells her the situation to which Guanyin wonders how the dragon could have botched her orders so badly and eaten Tripitaka's horse instead of being Tripitaka's horse, and decides to go sort out the situation personally. Guanyin arrives to see Sun Wukong hurling insults at the water again, and as soon as he hears that Guanyin arrives, he switches course and starts yelling at her instead about the whole fillet situation.

Monkey complains that Guanyin should have just told him to serve the Tang Monk with diligence and that would have been enough. But Guanyin points out that he if he went on a rampage again, they wouldn't be able to control him, but if he gets through this adversity he will enter the gate of Yoga. Monkey concedes and switches course to complaining about the dragon. Guanyin says that she sent the dragon here to serve as transportation because a normal horse just can't cut it. Monkey then complains that he scared the dragon off and that he won't come out, but Guanyin simply tells the guardian to call for him and tell him that Guanyin is here.

The dragon arrives and transforms into a man and thanks Guanyin once again for sparing his life, and says that he hasn't heard about any scripture pilgrim. Guanyin points out that Monkey is actually the first disciple of said scripture pilgrim while the dragon says that Monkey never once mentioned that. Guanyin just sighs and says that there will be others joining them on their journey and that Monkey should be better about about telling people about their mission when asked.

With that handled she then changed the dragon into a white horse. Guanyin then tells him that once he overcomes these trials he will acquire a golden body. She then tells Sun Wukong that she will be taking her leave now, but suddenly Sun Wukong becomes the clingy one and refuses to let her leave. Saying that he doesn't want to go, and that the way is treacherous, and that he might die. Guanyin says that this is the path to enlightenment and gives him permission to call upon heaven and earth whenever he needs help, and that even she will come to his aid when he needs her. Guanyin then takes three leaves from her willow branch and transforms them into three hairs and placing them on Monkeys head. Guanyin tells him that these plot resolving hairs will save him from whatever hopeless situation they manage to get into. Finally placated Monkey allows Guanyin to take her leave.

So Sun Wukong leads the horse back to Tripitaka. Tripitaka is pleased by the new horse, and bows respectfully to the South to thank Guanyin, but is rather upset by the lack of harness, and about being forced to ride bareback for now. With the help of the local river god they manage to cross the stream and continue westward until they come across a house.

Since the gods can never be straightforward about anything, a local mountain god disguises himself as an old man in order to give them the necessary riding gear. This shocking reveal causes Tripitaka to fall off his horse again. Tripitaka then begins to bow his respects again, which causes Monkey to laugh at him. Tripitaka asks why Monkey isn't bowing, Monkey points out that he's to cool to bow down to anyone and that he didn't even bow to the Jade Emperor or Laozi.

After Tripitak scolds Monkey for being Blasphemist, the two continue traveling for another two months with only minor incident, before they finally arrive at another monastery.

Current Sun Wukong Stats: Names/Titles: Monkey, The Stone Monkey, The Handsome Monkey King, Sun Wukong (Monkey awakened to the void), Bimawen (Banhorseplague), The Great Sage Equal To Heaven and Pilgrim Sun. Immortality: 5 Weapon: The Compliant Golden Hooped Rod Abilities: 72 Transformations, Cloud-Somersault, Ability to transform his individual hairs, super strength, Ability to Summon Wind, Water restriction charm, and the ability to change into a huge war form, ability to duplicate his staff, ability to immobilize others, the ability to put others to sleep, and the Fiery eyes, Diamond Pupils, intimidating horses and churning large bodies of water. Demon Kill Count: 1+ Unknown Number of Minions Human Kill Count: 6 God's Defeated: 19 + Unknown number Defeats: 2 Crime List: Robbery, Murder, Mass Murder, Arson, Theft, Coercion, Threatening a Government Official, Resisting Arrest, Assault, Forgery, Employee Theft, False Imprisonment, Impersonating a Government Official, Treason and attempted murder. Cry Count: 3 Mountains Trapped Under: 1

Current Tang Sanzang stats: Names/Titles: River Float, Xuanzang, Tang Sanzang, Tripitaka Abilities: Curing Blindness, making branches point a certain direction (allegedly), reciting sutras. Cry Count: 11 Tight Fillet Spell Uses: 4 Paralyzed by fear: 4 Bandit Problems: 2 Kidnapped by demons: 1 Falling Off Horses: 4

Current Bai Long Ma Stats: Names/Titles: Bai Long Ma (White Dragon Horse), Prince of the Western Ocean, and third prince jade dragon of the dragon king Aorun Abilities: Transforming into a human, a water snake, and a horse, eating a horse in one bite, and flight. Crime List: Arson, and Grave Disobedience. Contributions to the plot: 1

#jttw #journey to the west #jttw read through #journeythroughjourneytothewest #sun wukong #tang sanzang #white dragon horse

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slvthrs · 2 years

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write about the reader having a onlyfans and she ask dream to do a video with her and idk you can go on from there

anon ur brain is so fucking big

DOLLS LOOK EVEN BETTER ON CAMERA | dreamwastaken

DREAM X FEM!READER

WARNINGS: NSFW CONTENT MINORS DNI, praise n degradation kink, pet names, use of dreams real name, oral sex (m receiving), face fucking, dumbification

word count: 832 <3

You were currently sitting on the floor at the base of your shared bed with your boyfriend setting up the camera in front of you. All of this had started due to you jokingly asking Clay if he wanted to on camera with you.

He didn't care that you did onlyfans, on the contrary he was subbed to you and would occasionally tune into your livestreams but nothing beat actually being able to fuck you. So it wasn't that surprising that someone as possessive as Clay wanted to actually show all of your followers who you belonged too.

So as he pressed the start streaming button on your phone and went and sat back down in front of you all you could do was ogle at him and how blessed you were with an amazing boyfriend.

"C'mon princess tell them what we're doing today" He said with his raspy voice snapping you back into reality.

He had just finished one of his once in a blue moon streams so his voice was pretty fucked due to all the screaming and laughter- imagine if his fans- no fuck his friends saw him right now.

You swallowed all your nerves and looked at the camera and said with a gulp, "Erm I'm gonna be sucking my boyfriends dick today."

As you finished your sentence messages started to pour in, some about who Clay was, others asking you to take off your lacy set of lingerie and others asking you to start doing stuff.

With one last words on encouragement you said to yourself you started palming his dick through his boxers causing a low groan to stumble out of his lips helping you gain some confidence as you picked up the pace causing more disgruntled noises to slip through his lips.

As you pulled your hands away, you replaced it with you mouthing at his aching cock through his boxer causing a wet spot to pool on his boxers with a mixture of pre-cum and your spit whilst you look up at him through your lashes.

"F-fuck stop being a bitch and teasing me" He throws his head back and as much as you want to be a brat you know if you act good the results are usually a lot better for you.

You pull down his boxers in a swift motion and start jerking off his dick while rolling his tip with your thumb. You re-adjust so the screen can see his leaking tip.

As you pick up the pace he pulls your face up and kisses you and whispers in your ear, "Good girl keep going for me" the words of praise are clearly meant for just the two of you softening the crudeness of the scene.

You fall back down to your knees with a thud! and start kitten licking his tip lapping up the salty cum. He tries pushing you to take the whole length in your mouth but you move his hands and run your tongue along the bottom of his dick from the base to his tip and place a kiss on the top of his cock.

You're playing with fire because Clay is reaching his tipping point and it's evident as the look on his face is morphing from one of pleasure to one hiding the pleasure with impatience.

You tease him for just a little longer until he grabs a fistful of your hair and pushes your mouth to take the entire length causing you to gag.

"God can't you ever just be good" He says while fucking your face hitting the back of your throat every-time.

As tears start to from in your eyes he keeps using your throat as a flesh light, your spit coats his dick and some of your makeup is starting to get fucked up.

"My stupid little doll, you love my dick so much don't you? You’re such a whore" The mix of degradation and possessiveness causes you to man on his cock sending vibrations up his body and gaining you an airy moan.

He keeps going, making sure you know who you belong to and fucking your throat absolutely stupid- you're not gonna be able to talk for days.

"My silly little bitch, i've fucked you dumb haven't I?" He asks but he already knows the answer.

With a few more thrusts he finishes in your mouth but pulls out midway so his cum splays all over you face.

While you try to catch your breath he shuts the stream off and you remind yourself to remember to check how it went after.

When he returns to the bed he pulls you onto his lap and kisses you completely not caring he just came in your mouth. But the kiss deepens and he pushes you onto the bed with him hovering over you and putting both your hands together above your head.

"Oh doll since you love to tease I think I may have to teach you a lesson"

#dreamwastaken smut #dream smut #dream x reader #dream x reader smut #dwt x reader #dwt smut #dsmp smut #mcyt smut #bella's full works #bella fawns over dwt #GOD PLZ JUST LEMME SUCK DREAMS DICK #bella's 🎧 anon

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hirsheyskisses · 2 years

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Hello! I'm a new follower and I really liked the ike eveland busted post if I can and if you would wanna do it can I please request that for the other members of luxiem? If not feel free to ignore thank you!

❝...Busted-❞ #2

°⌜Luca Kaneshiro x Reader⌟°

°⌜Fluff/Short(Drabble)⌟°

A/N: I think I'l do them one at a time as I get more motivation- but here I present Luca! But also, glad to have you here!

LUCA KANESHIRO

Luca always walked a fine line. You, like him, were a streaming for Nijisanji. He wanted nothing more than to shower you with love and affection with each time you interacted. Even in private servers, you both made sure to keep it under wraps.

You, at least, were good at it. Giving the needy mafia boss the right amount of attention. Luca- on the other hand-

Well, we won't discuss the amount of slip-ups he had to cover up.

But today..

"Hold on. We gotta call (Name)." Your beloved boyfriend, in the middle of streaming, really wanted you to come see what he'd done in the minecraft server. Keep in mind, Mysta was in VC, but afk at the moment.

You weren't on much, as your thing was horror, not so much minecraft. Beyond your group's debuts and collabs, you coming on was rare.

Though, Luca did forget- you were currently a long ways away from him for an off-collab.

So he called you at one in the morning.

"(NAMEEEEEEE!) HELLOOO!" "mmm.. Lucaaa.. whats up?"

It took him a while to process why your voice had been so groggy. And then it clicked- "Awh, shit! I forgot-" "Itsss alright. Why'd you call, love?"

Didn't even realize he was streaming. Andd Luca didn't process it either.

"I wanted you to see the house i just made.. I put your bed next to mine." You could almost hear the blonde's childish grin on the other end. "Mmmmm.. alright baby.. give me a minute.."

"...HOLD THE FUCK UP!"

"BABY?!"

The explanation coming from none other than: MYSTA RIAS!

...A very shocked Mysta Rias.

"...LUCA??" "Oh- oh yeah, I'm streaming-" "OH MY GOD-" You shot out of your bed, panicked. Luca's awkward, yet suspiciously cheerful laugh on the other end, and confused noises from Mysta Rias were the main things your flustered mind registered.

"YOOO LUCA! YOU DIDN'T TELL ME YOU AND (NAME) WERE A-" Mysta, the keen fox detective, was practically losing his SHIT. Not only was he shocked, but he was trying not to bust a gut laughing. Luca was currently trying anything and everything to deny what he just did. But any words came out too rushed for the chat, or anyone else, for that matter, to understand.

H still sounded stupidly happy.

"Luca Kaneshiro... YOU DID THIS ON PURPOSE DIDN'T YOU?!" "NOO I DIDNT, (NAMEEE)!"

"Oh my god.." Your voice became muffled by your hands, phone resting on your knees. The weakest chuckles managed to escape your lips.

"Okay damn bro. You gotta teach me how to rope bitches like them Luca-"

"Mysta fucking Rias- cease. Now."

"Cmon don't get salty at me that you slipped uppp-"

"Mysta i think they're about to-"

"....Fuck this im going back to bed-"

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angrelysimpping · 1 year

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M!OC x friend’s M!OC uwu

Warnings: public oral sex; caught

Aksel and Joaquim belong to 💜@inkyquince💜

Words: 708

"Jesus," Joaquim moaned, head tilted back against the headrest. He's got one hand on the door handle, the other on the back of Danny's head, scared fingers twisted through dark locks. "On a, fuck, a mission today, Dankovsky?"

Danny hums in response, mouth too preoccupied to speak as he almost feverishly bobs on Joaquim's cock.

"Think, ah, think it's time, love."

Danny moans in disappointment, a firm hand on his lover's toned hip the only thing keeping Joa from bucking into Danny's mouth as he pulls back, taking a moment to swirl his tongue around the tip before pulling all the way off with a wet pop.

“Impeccable timing, Kimi,” Danny says with a laugh, settling back into his seat just in time for the light to turn.

With one hand on the wheel, his other hand idly stroking Joaquim’s spit-slicked cock, Danny starts to drive. He has no particular destination in mind, late-night driving is one of Danny’s preferred ways to explore the new cities they took refuge in to avoid Aksel. A bit boring, but necessary. They needed to know what places were open late at night. Trying to get Joaquim to cum down the back of his throat at stoplights was certainly a new way to pass the time, though.

The light ahead of Danny ticks over to red, the headlights of the car behind him disappearing as it takes a turn. Perfect, Danny thinks, coming to a stop and throwing the car into park.

“Danny, why did you put the car in- fuck, your tongue!”

The hand is back in his hair, Joaquim’s nails accidentally scratching against his scalp as his fingers twist into the soft locks sending sparks of electricity down Danny’s spine. Letting out a low moan makes Joaquim’s dick twitch and produces more thick, salty precum for Danny to happily lick away.

“T-time, Danny boy. Light change?”

Danny starts to pull back, lovingly dragging his tongue stud along the underside of Joaquim’s fat cock as he goes. Right as he’s about to pull all the way off, Danny sinks back down, taking Joaquim to the base. Nose pressed into curly pubes and thick happy trail tickling his cheek, Danny could die happy like this.

Joaquim chokes out a sound of pleasure, back arching sharply as his boyfriend’s sinfully talented mouth all but sucks his soul from his body. It’s only Danny’s warm hand pressing down firmly on his hip that keeps him from fucking up into Danny’s throat as he cums. Joa can’t tell if it’s better or worse that Danny, little shit that he is, keeps sucking away even as he swallows, pleasure becoming almost unbearable. Between his heartbeat pounding in his ears, the constant stream of swears flowing past his lips, and the obscene, surely exaggerated, sucking sounds Danny makes, Joaquim almost doesn’t hear the car horn blaring behind them.

Using his hair as leverage, Joaquim pulls Danny from his cock. “Dankovsky,” he murmurs, voice an octave lower than before.

Danny shudders, grinning wildly at the mess he’s made of the redhead.

When the car behind them starts to pass them, horn still blaring, Danny can’t help himself. He keeps the car in park, waiting for the other driver to look into their car to see what the hell had kept them at the light for so long.

It’s an older man, one Danny might have pursued once upon a time. His eyes land on Joaquim first, going slack-jawed as he spots the dark shades, the soft yet still formable cock resting on his thigh. And then his eyes meet Danny’s, the swollen lips, chin wet with spit and cum, the feral smile. His car stops, idling next to theirs, staring at Danny with a look he knows far too well. Before he can roll down his window, Danny sticks his tongue out, showing off Joaquim’s cum.

The man floors it, tires screeching into the night.

“Danny?”

“Don’t worry about it, Kimi,” Danny says, pulling him in for a quick kiss.

Joaquim smiles into the kiss, pulling back and resting his forehead against Danny’s. “Causing trouble, love?”

Danny can’t help but laugh, rubbing his nose against Joaquim’s before pulling away, settling back into the driver's seat. “Always, babe. Always.”

#tw public sex #cw public sex #danny the possessed #joaquim the tongue #quiet ocs #others ocs

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shinestarhwaa · 1 year

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See U Tomorrow || SF9 Rowoon/Kim Seokwoo

Genre: angst, fluff

SF9 Rowoon / Kim Seokwoo x Female reader

TW?: Depression, mentions of suicidal thoughts or forms of selfharm (Y/N not taking care of herself) .

I hope you enjoy reading this and maybe get some comfort out of it❤️if you struggle with suicidal thoughts, please reach out to someone. There is help❤️

It was the 3rd day in a row this week that you had only stepped out of bed for the bathroom and for food or water. Seokwoo had barely been home, working long days, and only returning home at 11PM earliest.

Today was another day like that, and at 12AM your thoughts and inner pain became incredibly unbearable.

Your life was crumbling down around you, losing family, losing friends, not being able to get your job done. Even the littlest tasks around the house were so hard on you.

You had felt like this for the past months, maybe a year by now. Seokwoo knew about your mental illnesses, and tried his best to take good care of you. But it was hard to do so when he has to go to work every day.

You hardly saw each other anymore now he was shooting a new drama, meaning you were in charge of more and more tasks. You felt such a heavy pressure on yourself, even causing physical pain, mostly in your back, your shoulders, knees.

And now you felt drained. Physically. Emotionally. Mentally.

Utterly

Drained.

And you had been masking so well for a while now. When Seokwoo came home you made sure his laundry was done, food was ready to be eaten when he hadn't had dinner yet, the house was clean and you, you made yourself look presentable.

But now it feels like all the life has been sucked out of you. You had held your tears for so goddamn long that now they streamed down your cheeks like a waterfall.

The salty drops hit your lips and they wet his your sweatshirt slowly, forming dark grey circles on it.

It went on for what seemed to be hours, and you hadn't even noticed the bedroom door opening.

It startled you, and you felt yourself shaking in fear, in total panic because of everything that is happening. It is simply too much.

Seokwoo stands in the doorframe and immediately drops his bag to run to you.

"Baby? Are you okay? Why are you crying? Did something happen?" he asked, shooting questions, grabbing your hands and cupped your cheek.

You tried to speak, but you couldn't make a sound. You could not pretend anymore. You didn't want to lie to his face anymore.

All you did was cry.

You cried in his chest for long, and Seokwoo rubbed your back and stroked your hair for as long as you cried. He didn't know what to say. He didn't know how to calm you down. But he was there.

After 10 minutes you had calmed down from your panic attack. Tears didn't form anymore. The sad frown was gone. Your face was empty. Your eyes, empty.

Seokwoo almost shivered in fear. "Baby, please tell me what's going on, I need to know so I can help you."

"You don't have to do this," you whispered, "you don't need to come home to me. You can just go and focus on your career."

Seokwoo needed a minute to process what you just had said. "Focus on my- honey what are you saying? Of course I come home to you."

"I'm not worth it. You're so much better of without me. I can't do anything. I can barely eat, I don't get out of bed but I don't sleep. I pretend to be asleep when you come home so I don't have to show you my tears and I don't have to lie about how I feel," you finally spoke.

"I know that I'm only a bother and I can understand that you'd wanna leave. I'm impossible to love."

"What are you talking about? Honey, I love you so dearly, there's nothing... I would trade for you I..."

"I don't deserve it. I don't deserve anything."

You felt the emotions rise again, your chest felt tight and your body tensed. Seokwoo held you tight. "Baby, you can't think straight right now. It's okay. I love you so much and it will all be-"

"I don't know if I want to live anymore."

Then it became silent. You spoke the words that Seokwoo was afraid to hear for months. He truly believed you were doing better. That he was helping. That you were getting through it.

His heart broke.

"W-what?" he spoke, tears welling up in his eyes. "Y/N..."

"N-no, no, you... You cannot... Just die. You cannot just... Leave me. You are the most i-important person in the world. O-oh my god, please d-don't."

His voice was shaky. It hurt your heart. You looked away, through the window. You were terrified. But you spoke your mind.

Why would you stay when you're a burden to everyone? You felt so incapable.

Suddenly, Seokwoo held you tighter than he ever had, sobbing into your chest.

"I-I'm sorry, this is my fault, I should never have left you alone. I-I'm never leaving you alone again. I'm sorry, please don't go, I can't exist without you," he cried.

Seokwoo had never been more terrified. Your words replayed in his mind.

"I don't know if I want to live anymore."

"You have to live. Because you are strong. And I need you. You got me. Please, for me," he almost begged.

Suddenly you felt a wave of guilt rushing through you.

You'd live for him. Even for him only. Even if you were so miserable. You wouldn't want to hurt him. You wouldn't want to traumatize him. You wouldn't want to crush his heart.

"I'm sorry," you whispered, sobbing softly.

"I-I'm so sorry," Seokwoo spoke as he tried wiping your tears.

"I am so sure you can get through this, really, and I'm so terribly sorry if I made you feel lonely or worthless or... Anything bad because you are my world and... You are so strong and you..."

You shushed him, gently. Seokwoo nodded and took deep breaths. His heavily rising chest slowed.

For a long time he held you in his arms, not saying anything, to clear your minds.

Once you both were cried out and could breathe calmly again, you broke the silence.

"I need help."

Seokwoo nodded. "All the help you need, Y/N, everything, I'll personally make sure of it."

"I'm sorry I worried you, Seokwoo. I... I don't... I never meant I actually wanted to.. -"

"Please never do, you... You're such a beautiful and inspiring person and you... Get me through the day. God I'm so stupid that I've been neglecting you, honey, from now on, I am all yours," he spoke.

You nodded.

"You are my always, and my forever... And I know it's incredibly cliché and you know how much I hate it and how much it makes me cringe but you are my only one and no one can ever make me as happy as you do. From now on, we're going to work together, okay? We're gonna get you out of this Y/N."

"Okay... I love you," you said as you rested your body against his.

After a long time of just laying there, it seemed you were dozing off. Seokwoo didn't mind sleeping in his clothes. As long as he got to hold you through the night.

"Goodnight, love."

It was scary, closing his eyes, but he trusts you. He knows you'll be able to fight this.

He knows you'll be there, every tomorrow.

#kpop #oneshot #sf9 #fluff #rowoon #angst #seokwoo #kim seokwoo

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junphoria · 2 years

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to my youth - a soogyu piece 🌿

soobin + beomgyu pairing ^_^

warnings : angst , slightly suggestive

w/c : 843 *. + •

the young flaming sun licked upon his face, sun rays dancing over his skin. he smiled at me, face gleaming at me with excitement.

a childhood first love, that’s what it was.

‘life’s so great’ he chuckled soon trembling on the floor which had been coloured in multiple hues of flowers, the type of flowers you would see if you were in heaven. was i in heaven?

perhaps I was.

‘aren’t you going to join me?’ he said euphorically tapping the ground next to him.

i stared down at him, one leg up, one leg down he layed there. hands above his eyes blocking out the overbearing sun. just me in his view… me and him. a moment of silence passed ; my lips stuck together in astonishment. snd before I knew it his hands wrapped around my leg and i had come down.

‘hey! what was that for?’ i exclaimed, my face flushed in embarrassment yet this feeling quickly over came me and turned into a enchanting feeling. i had been under his spell - nothing he did could be bad. his face gave me chills - the good ones - it was a experience I would pay to relive. he moved foward holding my hand ; fingers desperately curling around mine.

it was time. it was now or never.

“bin… i” his sweet charismatic name rolled off my tongue, etched into my breath. breathless.

he shot up - I froze - ‘beomgyu.’ a look of disappointment glued upon his face , the sun wandered off not to be found, clouds shrouding around me. rain. rain spat at me in sorrow. this wasn’t okay. something terrible was about to happen. i wasn’t ready at all.

‘i’m moving away… far away’ he looked down- not even being able to look down at me. and suddenly streams of salty rivers sailed down my cheeks.

i was a fool. the biggest fool.

soobin surprisingly harboured the same murky eyebags, the same swollen lips, same dusty cheeks and rosy nose as i did. he looked devastated and you could see his thoughts from a while away. how long did he keep this a secret?

in some way i felt happy for him, the burdensome weight he had been carrying was finally gone. a new life, new friends and yet i was left alone. i was selfish. it felt terrible but a feeling of jealousy intoxicated my brain.

he moved closer to me, his knees now tinted in shades of green and brown along with the subtle tones of yellow from dandelions which had once thrived below us.

his hands still intertwined and linked with mine, his grip on me got stronger and as soon as i had known it, his face hurdles towards me.

we clashed together, our lips locking together. it felt so, so good- so right. i kissed him right away with as much fervour as he used his strength to further pin me into the ground. his touches were featherlight ; the tips of his nimble fingers travelled up my skin as he pressed into my stomach. our lips parted and our eyes met. his heart shaped iris stared right through my soul- i finally let out a breath and gave him a little smile. i was content. for a short second.

“you’re so pretty” he said then getting off top of me, laying down next to me covering his eyes from the violent water drops which danced with our bodies. he grasped my hand while his thumb sprinted up and down. silence filled the field and for once, i wasn’t happy with that.

“i’m so sorry… i wanted to tell you, so badly, but i couldn’t do it. i’m moving today. i really wanted to see you - tell you how i feel. i’m- i’m really going to miss you” the tears still travelling down my cheeks. but the only way you could tell was because of my blood-shot red eyes.

his phone vibrated,

“oh. let me get that”

he whipped his phone out, rain bouncing off the screen, his face lit up and soon the empty curl on his lips soon transformed into a frown.

“i’ve got to go. my- my mum is picking me up”

we stood up in sync , our arms which were apart now linked together, foreheads battling together for space. his breath travelled down my ears and yet again i was silenced by his now sultry lips which interlocked with mine. 7 minutes of heaven they call it while this felt like it was going on for days. days- that’s all i needed- a few days. our tongues dancing together in rhythm. he gave me one last hug, one last kiss - the last time i would see him again. and there he was walking off…

“soobin -

he could be seen in the distance, walking as if he was a zombie, face cupped in his hand. he gave me one last wave from afar and within a blink… he was gone.

i love you. “

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Today’s reading of the Scriptures from the New Testament is the 1st and only chapter of the letter of 2nd John:

I, the elder, to you, a lady chosen by God along with her children. I truly love all of you and am confident that all who know the truth share in my love for you. The truth, which lives faithfully within all of us and will be with us for all eternity, is the basis for our abounding love. May grace, mercy, and peace from God the Father and Jesus the Anointed, the Father’s own Son, surround you and be with you always in truth and love.

I was so filled with joy to hear stories about your children walking in truth, in the very way the Father called us to live. So now, dear lady, I am asking you to live by the command that we love one another. I’m not writing to you some new commandment; it’s one we received in the beginning from our Lord. Love is defined by our obedience to His commands. This is the same command you have known about from the very beginning; you must live by it. The corrupt world is filled with liars and frauds who deny the reality that Jesus the Anointed has come into the world as a man of flesh and blood. These people are deceivers and antiChrists. Ensure that you do not lose what we have worked for so that you will be fully rewarded.

Any person who drifts away and fails to live in the teachings of the Anointed One, our Liberating King, does not have God. But the person who lives in this teaching will have both the Father and the Son. If any person comes to you with a teaching that does not align with the true message of Jesus, do not welcome that person into your house or greet him as you would a true brother. Anyone who welcomes this person has become a partner in advancing his wicked agenda.

I have so much more to tell you, but I would rather meet with you personally than try to capture these sentiments by ink on paper. I hope to come and see you so that our joy will be complete.

The children of your chosen sister send you warm greetings.

The Letter of 2nd John, Chapter 1 (The Voice)

Today’s paired chapter from the First Testament is the 47th chapter of the book of Ezekiel:

The man whose appearance was like bronze led me back to the temple’s entryway. There I observed a stream of water bubbling up from beneath the temple threshold, flowing eastward in the same direction the temple faced. The water was running parallel to the temple’s wall south of the altar.

My guide led me through the north gate and took me around the outside wall to the east gate. I looked and could see the water trickling out from the south end of the east gate.

The man walked toward the east with a measuring line in his hand and measured off 1,750 feet or about ⅓ mile. Then we walked together through the ankle-deep water. He measured off another 1,750 feet, and we walked together now through water that was knee-deep. He measured as we walked another 1,750 feet, and we waded together through water that was waist-deep. Then he measured off another 1,750 feet, but this time I couldn’t wade any farther because the water was too deep. Now the stream of water had become a river, deep enough for swimming.

The Man: Son of man, have you seen anything like this?

Then my guide brought me back to the river’s edge. When we got back there, I looked and saw orchards along both sides of the river.

The Man: This river flows eastward and runs down into the Jordan Valley to the place where it flows into the Dead Sea. The moment it meets the sea, the salty water becomes fresh. Swarms of creatures will flourish wherever this river flows. Schools of fish will swim through currents of fresh water, for wherever this water flows everything will come alive! From Engedi to Eneglaim, fishermen will stand upon the shore and spread out their nets! They will come there because the waters contain many fish of various kinds, just as the Mediterranean Sea does. However, the swamps and marshes won’t become fresh; these will continue to provide salt. All kinds of trees will flourish along both sides of the river. Their leaves won’t wither, and their fruit won’t fail. Every month they will bear a fresh crop of fruit because they are nourished from the water that flows from the temple sanctuary. Their fruit will be for food, and their leaves will be for healing.

The Eternal Lord has this to say regarding the land:

Eternal One: Here’s how I want you to divide up the land for the inheritance of the twelve tribes of Israel (Joseph’s descendants are to be given two portions of land). I want you to divide it up equally. I made an oath to your ancestors that this land would be your inheritance, and I am keeping My promise.

Here are the boundaries of the land: The northern boundary will run east from the Mediterranean Sea through Hethlon and along to Lebo-hamath and then Zedad. From there it will go through Berothah and Sibraim (which lie on the border between Damascus and Hamath), all the way to Hazer-hatticon (near the border of Hauran). This northern boundary will stretch from the Mediterranean Sea to Hazar-enan (on the northern border of Damascus) and the border of Hamath on the far north. The eastern boundary will run south between Hauran and Damascus along the Jordan between Gilead and the land of Israel to the Dead Sea, all the way to Tamar. The southern boundary will run west from Tamar to the waters of Meribath-kadesh, then along the brook of Egypt to the Mediterranean Sea. The western boundary will run along the coast of the Mediterranean from south to north, opposite Lebo-hamath.

I want you to divide up this land among the tribes of Israel. Allocate it to yourselves and to the foreigners who have chosen to live among you and raise their children. Consider them native Israelites. They are to be given a portion of the land as their inheritance no different than the tribes of Israel. They are to receive land in the area of the tribe with whom they immigrate.

So says the Eternal Lord.

The Book of Ezekiel, Chapter 47 (The Voice)

A note from The Voice translation:

The distribution of land to resident aliens is a marked change in Israelite custom. Prior to the exile, foreigners and outsiders had a special status among the Israelites. They were considered members of the community, participating in civic (though not governmental) activities, allowed to worship at the temple in a restricted capacity, and protected under God’s law. Leviticus 19 explains that Israelites were to love their foreign neighbors, treating them with special care because they were disadvantaged—as widows and orphans were—because they were not allowed to own land in Israel and therefore often couldn’t provide for themselves.

But God’s new law changes this. For the first time, resident aliens who adopt the worship of Israel’s God may legally join with the tribes and enjoy all of God’s blessings in Israel. This only makes sense for the exiles who return to the land from all over the world and have difficulty proving their Israelite heritage. As generous as this law may seem, it is not the first instance of God’s grace to those outside Israel; His kindness is demonstrated over and over again in the pages of Scripture. The very monarchy of Israel is descended from a resident alien, Ruth, the grandmother of King David. Certainly God loves equally all who know and worship Him.

A link to my personal reading of the Scriptures for Wednesday, december 13 of 2023 with a paired chapter from each Testament (the First & the New) of the Bible along with Today’s Proverbs and Psalms

A (lengthy) post by John Parsons about doubt:

If you have read the gospels, you are surely familiar with a disciple of Yeshua named "Thomas Didymus," sometimes referred to as "Doubting Thomas." Recall that when Thomas had first heard the testimony of the other disciples that Yeshua was raised from the dead, he was apprehensive and vowed to suspend his judgment until he had sufficient evidence to believe the matter for himself: "Unless I see the wounds from the nails in his hands, and put my finger into the wounds from the nails, and put my hand into his side," he said, "I will never believe it!" (John 20:25). You know the rest of the story. When Yeshua later appeared to the disciples and this time Thomas was present, he said to him: "Put your finger here, and examine my hands. Extend your hand and put it into my side. Do not be become faithless, but believe" (John 20:27).

You might think this lesson should be obvious enough for us: "Don't doubt, but believe; don't harden your heart; don't withhold your hope; don't trust in human reason more than the testimony of faith; in other words, don't act like Thomas did! And yet today it has become fashionable to "celebrate doubt" and to "deconstruct" the testimony of our fathers. Instead of venerating the Scriptures that tell of the ordained plan of God to send Yeshua to die for our sins (Gen. 3:15; Isa. 53:1-12; John 3:16; Acts 3:18; 1 Pet. 1:20; Heb. 1:1-3, etc.), false teachers have arisen to "tickle the ears" of those who do not want to believe: "For the time is coming when people will not endure sound teaching, but having itching ears they will accumulate for themselves teachers to suit their own passions, and will turn away from listening to the truth and wander off into myths" (2 Tim. 4:3-4). This is that time, friends. Instead of abhorring doubt as the sin against faith, people are now encouraged to question everything they thought they knew about God, truth, life, and death - to break free from their theological biases - so that their minds will be opened and their hearts set free from hidebound and "coercive" ways of understanding. Today's "Christian skeptics" deny the authority of the Word of God, reject the Biblical narrative that tells the gospel message about the meaning of life, and are generally skeptical regarding the possibility of doing theology at all. It is not what the Bible says that is important, they say, but how you read it that makes the difference. Surprise! The Bible is more about you than anything else! Affecting humility and sincerity, these dissemblers claim that being skeptical about “traditional assumptions” and disdaining "doctrines of dogmatism" constitute an improved and more authentic way of living the Christian life...

Now while it is true that we should be honest in our convictions and humble of heart, the way of Yeshua is not to "suspend" judgment (epochē) regarding matters of knowledge and truth (John 17:3). The starting point of faith is not the "I doubt, therefore I am" of the philosophers, but rather "I am loved, therefore I am" of the LORD. Philosophical (or rational) reflection approximates the truth of faith but is always at a remove from what faith really is all about, namely, a passionate inner conviction of what is most real "You shall love the LORD your God with all your heart, and with all your soul, and with all your being" is the antithesis of tentative reasoning that dispassionately withholds judgment in the reality of love. The message of the gospel is: “Find God or die.” As long as “truths” do not cut us to the heart and to the bone, we have a secret disdain for them...

The epistemology of Yeshua centers on trusting God by means of the heart. As you believe, so you will know: "When you lift up the Son of Man, then you will know that I am he" (John 8:28). Doubt, on the other hand, steps back from faith by attempting to "understand" it. Paradoxically, the attempt to understand by means of answering doubt's questions leads to second-order questions and doubts, and so on, ad infinitum, so that the "way of reason" becomes vertiginous, unstable, uncertain, and ultimately nihilistic. An attitude of skepticism is both unstable and “unlivewithable,” a sickness of the spirit that has no ground of being.

Indeed the epistemology of the so-called postmodern world (or the “metamodern” world as it is now sometimes pretentiously called) is notorious for failing to explain anything of substantive meaning at all.... Everything is left unexplained; no narrative is permitted (except the narrative that there is no narrative, of course); no logical connections to a “real world” are sound; there is no “story” to our lives, and therefore postmodernism entirely misses the essential point of everything. As such, it is a form of nihilism. And it is also a form of sophistry. It is one thing, after all, to affect philosophical sagacity, but that’s a “rich man’s game,” played in places of comfort, ease, and the luxury of speculative indulgences. The message of the gospel, however, is for the poor in spirit, for the heavy laden, the downcast, the hurting, and the lost. And since it does nothing to feed the ego by flattering itself, the gospel is invariably despised by the rich of this world....

It's been said that there are two ways to be fooled. One is to believe what isn't true; the other is to refuse to believe what is... Doubt is a type of fear, a cautionary or "protective attitude" that deems it better to refrain from believing what may be untrue than to believe what may be true. For the doubter, the risk of being wrong outweighs any benefit of being right, and therefore the skeptic lives "suspended in midair."

The life of faith, however, is decisive, a matter of the will, and therefore God commands us to trust, obey, and to know the truth. The Lord calls out to us in the storm saying, “Take heart. It is I; be not afraid” (Matt. 14:27). When Peter answered the call and attempted to walk across the stormy waters, he lost courage and began to sink, but Yeshua immediately took hold of him, saying, “O you of little faith, why did you doubt (lit., think twice)?” Faith is "lived forward" in assurance and unwavering conviction of God's reality and blessing. "But without faith it is impossible to please Him, for whoever would draw near to God must believe that he exists and that he rewards those who seek him" (Heb. 11:6). A doubting heart cannot please God because God is known in relationship, but questioning God's love - drawing near and then stepping back - makes genuine relationship impossible. If we are ambivalent in our resolve to believe, regardless of whatever we may wager to hope, we will be unable to stand still long enough to receive the blessing!

The Scriptures warn that a “double minded person is unstable in all his ways” (James 1:8). The word translated “double minded” is dipsuchos (δίψυχος), a word formed from δίς, “twice” and ψυχή, “soul.” The word describes the spiritual condition of having “two souls” that both want different things at once. It is therefore a state of inner contradiction, of having two separate minds holding contradictory thoughts. A doubting heart is shattered, fragmented, and multiple. The inner "dialog" of the doubting heart is "legion" as various voices vie for control, since there is no unifying power to unify the will (Psalm 86:11). Note that "doubting" Thomas' was called "Didymus" (Δίδυμος), meaning "twofold" or "twain."

So being double minded makes us “unstable in all our ways.” Such a cross-eyed approach leads to disorientation and confusion. The Greek word used to describe being “unstable” (ἀκατάστατος) is the same word used to translate being "storm-tossed and not comforted" in Isaiah 54:11. The image of a ship being tossed in the sea pictures a state of distress and peril. Interestingly, the description of being “not comforted” is lo nuchamah (לא נֻחָמָה), which comes from the very word translated as “repent” or “regret” (nacham). When we are double-minded, we are “storm tossed” and unable to experience the comfort that comes from genuine repentance. We are like “a wave of the sea that is driven and tossed by the wind” (James 1:6). Being "single minded" (ἁπλοῦς) on the other hand, concentrates the will and produces wholeheartedness, conviction, stability, inner peace, and genuine character. "Purity of the heart is to will one thing" (Psalm 27:4). No longer wavering in doubt or engaged in duplicity, the heart is able to commune with God and to receive the blessing.

Doubt is a form of torment, an unsettled state of soul that is forever drawing close in hope yet pushing back in fear, lost within itself with no exit, with no means to escape the dread that is behind the rationalizations, the unending questions, the constant hunger for love, the sense of alienation, only to abandon the heart's great need. Being without faith is the ultimate form of human tragedy, a self-imposed prison, a room inside of hell. In this connection Blaise Pascal wrote: "I can feel nothing but compassion for those who sincerely lament their doubt, who regard it as the ultimate misfortune, and who, sparing no effort to escape from it, make their search their principal and most serious business. But as for those who spend their lives without a thought for this final end, I view differently. This negligence in the matter where they themselves, their eternity, their all are at stake, fills me more with irritation than pity: yea, it astounds and appalls me.” (Pascal: Pensees).

Of course questioning has a place in our thinking, in matters of prudence and science, for example, but when it comes to relating to God these modes of thinking are inapplicable, since metaphysically God is not a "what" but a "who," and that implies that knowing God is inherently personal, "subjective" (i.e., inward), and attained by means of faith. The truth for which one lives and dies is never approached "objectively," that is, as something of subjective indifference, but involves all of the heart and soul. As Kierkegaard puts it: "There are two ways of reflection. For objective reflection, truth becomes an object, and the point is to disregard the knowing subject (the individual). By contrast, in subjective reflection truth becomes personal appropriation, a life, inwardness, and the point is to immerse oneself in this subjectivity" (Concluding Scientific Postscript). Kierkegaard did not deny that objective truth (“science”) had its place but maintained that such knowledge only acquired meaning and “weight” when appropriated inwardly. Knowledge apart from value is indifferent; value apart from knowledge is blind... Indeed, the very value we place on knowledge indicates that it is more basic than knowledge itself. “Faith is the contradiction between the infinite passion of inwardness and objective uncertainty. In other words, if I apprehend God objectively, I do not have faith; but because I cannot do this, I must have faith" (for more on this see "Passion and Paradox"). Each person inescapably chooses to live according to the passion of their own heart, and that is the truth that marks that person’s life...

Yeshua asks the uncertain heart, "O you of little faith, why do you doubt?" (Matt. 14:31). Thomas had a skeptical mindset, a doubting heart, perhaps because he was influenced by Hellenistic thinking of his time. Recall that in the “Upper Room” when Yeshua spoke with his disciples during their last Passover together, Thomas questioned Yeshua’s promise that he was going to go and prepare and place for them, and he wondered what Yeshua meant when he said the disciples knew where he was going (John 14:1-5). Yeshua replied to Thomas by saying “I am the way, the truth, and the life, no one comes to the Father without me” (John 14:1-6). Thomas’ doubt had blinded his heart to the very reason for Yeshua’s sacrificial death and ministry! Likewise Thomas later refused to believe that Yeshua was resurrected from the dead and insisted on getting confirmation first: he wanted to examine the body of the Lord so that he could judge whether it was really true (John 20:25). As it happened, however, Thomas was given some time to ponder the testimony of his friends. Perhaps he might have recalled how Yeshua repeatedly foretold of his crucifixion and resurrection (see Matt. 16:21; 17:23; Mark 10:32; Luke 9:22; etc.), and perhaps he was beginning to turn away his doubt to believe the miracle. A week later Yeshua appeared again to the disciples, and this time Thomas was present. Turning to him Yeshua said: "Put your finger here, and examine my hands. Extend your hand and put it into my side." Here Yeshua appeared to go along with Thomas' demand for empirical evidence, but instead he rebuked his lack of faith: "Do not be faithless, but believe" (John 20:27). Thomas' blindness was then taken way as he exclaimed: "My Lord and My God." Yeshua then asked him: "Have you believed because you have seen me? Blessed are those who have not seen and yet have believed" (John 20:29). It is not those who see in order to believe that are blessed, but those who have not seen and yet believe. A special blessing is given to those who believe in order to see - to those who do not need evidence or "proof" before they will believe.

So seeing is not believing, despite the old adage to the contrary. Just as the Israelites saw innumerable miracles at the time of the Exodus, the ten plagues upon Egypt, the splitting of the sea and the overthrow of Pharaoh's army, the giving of manna from heaven and water from the rock, the pillar of divine fire that led them to Sinai to become God’s people and to be in covenant with him, and so on, nonetheless later, in a time of testing, they had the effrontery to ask whether God was really with them or not (see Exod. 17:1-7). Likewise when crowds of people - including the respected religious leaders of his day - witnessed astounding miracles of Yeshua, such as giving sight to a man born blind, the healing of the lame and the lepers, and even raising Lazarus from the dead, many still refused to believe in him, again demonstrating that seeing miracles is not sufficient for the heart to believe. "This is an evil generation: they seek a sign; and there shall no sign be given it, but the sign of Jonas the prophet" (Luke 11:29). Faith itself is the miracle, and therefore evidence for faith is not found by means of the natural, but by means of God's Spirit.

So we relate to the Living God by faith, and like father Abraham this means we must not doubt or waver in our connection with him. "No unbelief made him waver concerning the promise of God, but he grew strong in his faith as he gave glory to God, fully convinced that God was able to do what he had promised, and that is why his faith was "counted to him as righteousness" (Rom. 4:20-22).

However, when doubt arises within the mind (and it will, if we are earnest), understand it as temptation to return to the double-mindedness of despair. We must therefore renew our minds by resolving to trust in God, especially if we are tempted to qualify our resolution by seeking to understand. We take “every thought captive” to obey the Messiah. We cannot fight doubt by offering reasons, since the reasons themselves express a kind of doubt, and engaging in a debate with the voice of doubt leads to further doubt. Finding reasons to believe in God, to answer questions raised by doubt, is an downward vortex, since doubt rises against reason at every turn. The way out of this circle is to break the cycle - to silence the voice of doubt by making up your mind. "How long will you go limping between two different opinions? If the LORD is God, follow him; but if Baal, then follow him." As Kierkegaard says: "Offering to doubt reasons in order to kill it is like offering the tasty food it likes best of all to a hungry monster one wishes to eliminate. No... one must order it to shut its mouth and to that end keep quiet and offer no further reasons" (For Self-Examination).

Regarding the decision of faith, Blaise Pascal famously said "the heart has its reasons that reasons knows not of," which is to say "Enough! I believe!" Doubt is extinguished by an act of self-denial - taking up the cross - and receiving the miracle of the exchange (2 Cor. 5:21). Faith has its own energy and life and it needs no justification outside of itself, and indeed no justification outside of itself is possible. "The fear of the LORD is the beginning of wisdom" (Prov. 9:10). Faith is foundational to everything else.

So we must believe even when we suffer without explanation or reason. This again presents an occasion for self-denial. Again I quote Kierkegaard on this point: "When a person suffers then it seems as if the struggle were about justifying God... The person wants to reverse the relation, to make God the defendant, to make him the one from whom something is required... But right here is faith's struggle: to believe without being able to understand. And when this struggle of faith begins, the consciousness of guilt comes to the rescue... helping the believer not to doubt God but himself. Instead of the duplicity about thinking through the doubt, which is doubt's most dangerous appeal, the consciousness of guilt thunders 'Halt!'" (Upbuilding Discourses). Our struggle, in other words, is with ourselves, not with God, since our doubt derives from our own will which we love more than anything else. The struggle is to surrender in faith: "A Christian is a man of will who no longer wills his own will but with the passion of his crushed will wills what God wills" (Journals of Kierkegaard).

So there is a dual movement of the heart required by faith: negatively, denying the voice of doubt, and positively, abiding in the Messiah who is the Word of God (John 15:5). This is why we cover our eyes when we recite the Shema: we efface the present moment and its fallenness to affirm the unseen truth of God in all things. We press on in faith, looking for the unseen good and stoutly refusing to turn back to the vanity of despair. "In this way you become a knight who vanquishes all, disdaining all that the world possess, both its good and its evil, everything with which the devil can lure and entice or intimidate and threaten" (Luther). "When around you everything has become silent, solemn as a clear, starlit night, when your soul comes to be alone in the whole world, then before you there appears, not an extraordinary human being, but the eternal power itself, then the heavens open, and the 'I' chooses itself or, more correctly, receives itself. Then the personality receives the accolade of knighthood that ennobles it for an eternity" (Either/Or).

Someone might ask, how do we stop being “double-minded”? This is the essence of the problem, isn’t it? How do we stop being of “two minds,” experiencing that ambivalence of both wanting and not wanting something? In other words, how do we repent - both in the sense of “changing our minds” (metanoia) and in the sense of practically turning to God (teshuvah)? How do we find that purity of heart that wills one thing?

The antidote for having a “double mind” is explicitly given in the Scriptures: "Draw near to God and He will draw near to you, cleanse your hands, you sinners, and purify your hearts, you double-minded" (James 4:8). Note that the verb used in this verse (“draw near!”) means to come close enough to touch someone or something. Understood in this light, we are encouraged to come so close to God that we are able to "touch" Him -- and to be touched by Him as well. Drawing near to God is God's way of drawing near to you... In other words, as you draw near to God, He will draw near and touch you.

In practical terms, here are some specific things we can do to “draw near to God so that He will draw near to you.” First we can simply pray and earnestly cry out to God for help. “Lord I believe; help Thou my unbelief” (Mark 9:24). The LORD is not indifferent to our suffering and has promised to give us the Holy Spirit to help us. But genuine prayer requires honesty and confession (ὁμολογία), which means agreeing with the truth about your condition. This means, among other things, identifying the ways you have withdrawn from your relationship with God. Indeed, the word homologeo (ὁμολογέω) literally means “saying the same thing” - from ὁμός (same) and λόγος (word). There’s little use trying to pretend before God or to rationalize your own double-mindedness before Him. God knows the number of hairs on your head; He surely knows the condition of your heart!

Second, we must vigorously challenge ideas that attempt to seduce us away from the truth and thereby divide our affections. We must learn to take “every thought captive” to Messiah and be on guard for subtle appeals to compromise (2 Cor. 10:5). If we find ourselves in a state of recurring temptation, we must examine the underlying assumptions that are at work in our thinking. If we dig deeper, we are likely to discover that we doubt that God cares for us, or we are fearful that God will not meet our needs. We must therefore counter such assumptions with God’s revealed truth, and that means regularly studying the Scriptures to remind ourselves about what is real rather than what is illusory. We then can learn to look at life as it really is - a spiritual world, a “valley of decision,” a corridor that irresistibly leads to the world to come. Each soul is on a journey to meet with God for judgment... God does not leave us comfortless. He has promised to never leave nor forsake those who trust in Him. We can set the LORD “always before us” (Psalm 16:8) and walk with Him during our sojourn here in this temporal world.

Third, we can practice our faith by keeping up with Torah study, observing Shabbat (and the other appointed times), enjoying fellowship with other believers, singing to worship music, giving tzedakah, ministering to others in need, etc. These are the mitzvot of our lives, the “works of love” (John 15:12). Our faith is not meant to be a "head trip" or an intellectual exercise: we are meant to live it out in the world. And as we live it, our faith itself becomes strengthened and authenticated (John 13:17). Just as loving others increases - not decreases - the love we ourselves have, so also with the practice of faith. The more we believe, the more we receive. The practice of our faith is upbuilding and encourages the inner resolve to be single-minded... "Upon three things the world does stand: upon the Torah and upon worship and upon acts of lovingkindness" (Pirkei Avot 1:2).

Finally, on a spiritual level what ultimately changes the heart is God’s power of salvation, of course. "It is the Spirit who gives life; the flesh is of no avail” (John 6:63). This salvation is not simply freedom from the penalty of sin but freedom from sin’s power. Often, however, we are slow to realize this, and God allows us to revisit the various “waste places” of our own lusts until we have become sick of ourselves -- "to the bones." We have to be willing "to give up our sickness." Usually that means that we must experience repeated failures until we have “learned from the heart” that the LORD - and the LORD alone - is our Healer and Deliverer. Heartache and despair can lead to “godly grief (λύπη) that leads to genuine repentance in our lives (2 Cor. 7:10).

Ultimately “Salvation is from the Lord,” and brokenness of our spirit is God’s gift to us... “Blessed are the poor (πτωχός) in spirit.” This word pictures someone crouching as a helpless beggar, totally dependent on God for help. If you are struggling, ask God to help you surrender your “heart sickness” to Him.... It's HIS work, not your own, that saves... God alone truly changes the heart. Repentance is a miracle from heaven given to you, personally...

A voice says, "Cry!" And I said, "What shall I cry?" All flesh is grass, and all its beauty is like the flower of the field" (Isa. 40:6). “All flesh is grass” (כָּל־הַבָּשָׂר חָצִיר) - we are here today but gone tomorrow. We have only so many chances to turn to the LORD and make up our minds that we will serve Him. The Torah intimates, “man is a tree of the field," i.e., הָאָדָם עֵץ הַשָּׂדֶה, Deut. 20:19). The righteous man is described as a “tree planted by the rivers of water that brings forth fruit in his season” (Psalm 1:3). If you stand in front of a tree to watch it grow, you will see nothing. But if you care for the tree, nurture it over time, and provide for its needs, eventually you will see its fruit appear. God gives us each a season to repent, but if that proves fruitless in our lives, eventually we will be “cut down,” as Yeshua taught:

"A man had a fig tree planted in his vineyard, and he came seeking fruit on it but found none. So he said to the vinedresser, 'Look, for three years now I have come seeking fruit on this fig tree, but I find none. Cut it down. Why should it use up the ground?' But the vinedresser answered him, 'Sir, let it alone this year also, until I dig around it and put on manure. Then if it should bear fruit next year, well and good; but if not, you can cut it down.'" (Luke 13:6-9)

Yeshua further adominshes his people: "Remember (zachar) how you have fallen; repent (metanao) and do the works you did at first. If not, I will come to you and remove your menorah from its place unless you repent" (Rev. 2:5). If you are lukewarm - neither hot nor cold - Yeshua will “spit you out of His mouth" (Rev 3:16). These are sober words that remind us that time is short for us all. Our lives are not our own; we were redeemed at a great cost to God Himself (1 Cor. 6:19-20). Let us therefore press on in faith, refusing all doubt, friends! "Let us know; let us press on to know the LORD; his going out is sure as the dawn; he will come to us as the showers, as the spring rains that water the earth" (Hos. 6:3). Amen.

[ Hebrew for Christians ]

Psalm 86:11 reading:

https://hebrew4christians.com/Blessings/Blessing_Cards/psalm86-11-jjp.mp3

Hebrew page:

https://hebrew4christians.com/Blessings/Blessing_Cards/psalm86-11-lesson.pdf

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from yesterday’s email by Israel 365:

Rabbi Jonathan Sacks offers a profound interpretation. The true miracle of the first day was not the oil burning longer than it should have, but rather, the discovery of the oil itself. Amidst the chaos and desecration inflicted upon the Temple by the Greeks, the Maccabees found a single container of oil, unblemished and sealed. This discovery was against all odds, a beacon of purity in a landscape of destruction.

But this miracle was not just about the physical finding of the oil; it was about the Maccabees’ unwavering faith. They searched amidst ruin, holding onto the belief that something sacred had endured. This act of searching, driven by faith, was the first night’s true miracle – the miracle of faith itself. It was the faith that, even in the bleakest of circumstances, a spark remains from which we can reignite the flame of hope and renewal.

Today’s message (Days of Praise) from the Institute for Creation Research

December 13, 2023

Cain and Abel

“Not as Cain, who was of that wicked one, and slew his brother. And wherefore slew he him? Because his own works were evil, and his brother’s righteous.” (1 John 3:12)

These two brothers stand as contrasting prototypes. Cain was the first child born after the Fall who embraced the “wicked one” in spite of all the firsthand and face-to-face knowledge of God’s redemptive plan and offering of grace (Genesis 4). Cain’s arrogant lifestyle is noted in Jude 1:8-11. Abel, in contrast, was a man of great faith (Hebrews 11:4) who was both righteous (Matthew 23:35) and a prophet (Luke 11:50-51).

Adam and Eve would have taught the boys (and their other children) about God and the knowledge of the sacrifice (covering of skins) for their own sin. It is clear that sheep were not kept for food (Genesis 2:16) since Cain provided food (as instructed by God—Genesis 1:29). Abel provided clothing and sacrifice.

The events of the Fall would suggest that this sacrifice was an established practice (Genesis 3, the “covering” of skins—the Hebrew word for atonement means “to cover”). Furthermore, the language of Genesis 4:3 (Hebrew translation “at the end of the days”) requires a specified time period when they brought (Hebrew translation “came with”), probably to the door of the garden (Genesis 3:22-24), an offering (used consistently of voluntary tributes to God, Exodus 30:9-10). It is completely parallel to “the firstlings of his flock and of the fat thereof” as later used by Moses in Leviticus 9:3-10.

Such specified action is hardly accidental. Thus, Cain’s rebellion and heinous fratricide revealed an evil heart that would not repent. May God protect us from such evil. HMM III

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Find the Word Game!

I totally forgot about this game that @westcountrygothic tagged me in, but late is better than never. I was tagged with the words HUNDRED, TOMORROW, ELECTRIC and SWEET.

HUNDRED And so she walks in, quiet, clutching at her own dress. She’s lived for thirty long years; it feels like a hundred or more when her knees ache like they do today. Thirty years of labor, first at home, then among the porters, then as a maid, then as one of the head maids, thirty years threatened by those pale figures in the dark who bit her arm and supped her blood. She sighs, walks in and coughs a bit as the dust is kicked up from the floor. Five men in total, all discerning her with their eyes and making her feel quite small. Temari followed and sits beside her in the dusty parlor.

One of them, wearing a scarred, milky-white eye, passes her a drink. She swallows it down and tells her story.

TOMORROW Seonya’s face was very close to hers now. This was familiar - they had been like this before, close enough to feel each other’s breath on their lips. Ana could remember them like yesterday, as much as yesterday made her shudder and turn her face towards tomorrow. They were faintly salty in their taste, sweet, gentle. She couldn’t bring herself to do it again, to kiss her in the same way she had all those years ago. Some part of her felt too faithful to Edam, as far away as she was now.

But she could comfort her.

“It’s best not to think of these things,” said Ana.

“It happened,” said Seonya, “They beat me too, you know. I know we didn’t speak much after what happened. I know you turned to the Godhead for answers, and left without much warning.”

Ana was quiet. “And I heard the rumors too. That Matyel had a hand in it, that snitch.” Her gut dropped at the mention of Matyel. She had done her best to forget the name.

ELECTRIC And Mitsha ran, down and out of the temple into the frozen air, into the gleaming midnight sun, the gun clattering about his waist. The people he sees are blurs of water and man and tooth, they who have brought him here from his warm home promising riches and safety, promising a good position after

It is a bloody freedom, spearing another overseer through the gut with the sharp end of a pick as he runs far from the temple towards the interminable northern plains. That vista seemed to spread out forever, and as he passes over the little earthen shelf he saw it in its full glory. Forested taiga eventually gave way to a vast low plain of gray and white snow before rising in a great wave to a wall of mountains in the interminable sky. The snow it so bright that it nearly blinds him, electric silvery streams of light reflecting off of it and back into the sky – a second set of stars as replacement for the endless twilight-time of the tundra. It is a land that made the temple behind him seem even more impossible. It is so untamed, so uncontrolled that it seems to emerge less out of earth and snow, and more out of a strange dream-time where the logic of sensible geometry and geology were long abandoned to the eons without the eyes of men to apply those logical sciences; a hyperborean land where giants and gods and stranger beasts could come to roam. This is not the land of men. It is the forbidden land of monsters and snow, and it is monstrous in and of itself.

SWEET “Eat, and you will have all that I promised.”

She took the plum in her hand, and felt its weight, rolling it. Her real body twisted with familiar warmth. The first signs of an emergence from rest.

She bit down, and the sweet taste and soft flesh coated her mouth. It slid down her throat as easily as water on a hot day. The last thing she saw was a smile and the flickering of the flame, before she awoke.

I don't know many people to tag... If I think of someone, I'll definitely reblog with some words!

#tag game #find the word

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belovedgamers · 3 years

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It’s important to remember that cc! Foolish Gamers said it was okay to call him a himbo after a while of audience insistence but it’s rude and too far to actually call him stupid to his face via donos… and to believe that he is dumb is forgetting a very important fact:

His original handwriting reveal was a solved calculus equation

#today in stream you could Tell he was salty about it #foolish gamers #dream smp fandom critical #to be honest i see this more on twitter than in here #catrina speaks #the truth #and he is #you know #a person

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kiridarling · 3 years

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𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐏𝐈𝐄

d.kaminari and h.sero | f!reader + corruption + weed/shotguning + praise + threesome + more! minors dni!

— 3.6k words

"I knew I wanted you the second I saw you."

Denki’s addicted to the pre-concert high.

His veins hum with a song that has yet to start, fingers drumming some mixed beat on the body of his electric guitar as he assumes his place on the dark stage. The theater’s dead silent, the room suspended in a titilating anticipation—and the steady rhythm Denki's heart dissapates into chaos when the faint crack of Eijirou's drumsticks bounce off the walls, and the click in his earpiece begins.

Eijirou hits the kick drum once. Twice. Then his hands fly across the set in a flurry, the rolling beat echoing into the packed arena and spurring the crowd to explode, fans flying to their feet to render their vocal cords for the night.

As the other instruments fill the blank space, Denki's hand grips the back of his guitar's neck, on hold for his solo, and by the time the electric blond steps up to the mic, pavlov's theory has already kicked in overdrive.

"Who’s ready to feel good tonight?”

“Dude, I’m on fucking fire!” Denki vibrates, nearly glowing in comparison to his bandmates as they sift through a flurry of fans at a meet and greet. It always seems like Denki and Eijirou are the only ones with energy after a good show—but what can he say? Being on stage lights him up like a live wire.

"You said that last concert, buddy," Hanta snorts, before his a fan ran sacks his attention by shoving a tiara into his hairline.

"And? My point still stan—" Denki cuts himself off with a gasp as a bra slings across his face, followed by a burst of pain when the metal hits him in the cheek. He peels the lacy thing off with an eye on the audience and an eyebrow raised in question, unsure of what to do with the undergarment (other than put it on) until someone screams:

“Sign it!”

Denki shrugs and pops the Sharpie cap with his teeth to sign the crest of both cups before flinging it back into the audience—he can only pray it pinpoints its rightful owner before the meet and greet ends.

Katsuki clicks his tongue (because he hates these events) and as the next round of fans lineup in front of their table, Eijirou stretches like this is a sport, saying, “Guess it’s go-time.”

"Go-time is when we perform," Katsuki grumbles in the seat to Denki’s right. "Go-time is when we're in the studio makin' a goddamn album, not meeting crazy fuckin' fans—no, I’m not gonna marry you, you obsessed fuckin—“

“Oh, you're just salty you're not popular with the ladies~“ Denki gushes, wiggling his eyebrows, and a fan hands him a canvas the size of his upper body. “Un—oh wow, did you make this for me—Unlike me, of course.”

"Okay, pretty boy." Hanta rolls his eyes, before signing a phone case and returning it to an overzealous fan. With a hand covering his mouth, he whispers, “Can you believe this guy? So full of himself, I swear.”

The fan giggles and Hanta meets the blushing cheeks with a satisfied smirk. Denki huffs from the disrespect, crossing both arms over his chest. “Full of myself? It’s not my fault I’m sexy—*an autograph? Of course!"

Katsuki chuckles, scratching under his chin with ink blue fingertips, "Call yourself sexy one more fuckin’ time and I'm projectile vomiti—no, I'm not signing your tits, give me a goddamn paper or somethin—"

"What?” Denki scoffs, chest collapsing with the disbelief that one could make such a lie. “I'm literally the definition of I'm sexy and I kno—"

"Um, excuse me?"

His gesticulations freeze at the passive voice, arms stretched wide and to the sky, and Denki knows he has to look absolutely ridiculous as he blinks down at the next person in-line; who's stood with bambi eyes and such a sweet smile the electric blond thinks it might make him sick.

"I-I'm your biggest fan! Could you—um, please sign this for me?"

She comes alive, shoving a poster into his chest with pink cheeks and shifty irises. Out of all the bras, all the breasts he's been asked to sign today, and here you are, with your pocket-sized poster and your lamb countenance. Denki beams.

"Of course, Sweetness! What's your name?"

"[Y/N]!" you say, giggling, and it's so. Cute. Denki opens the Sharpie and struggles to focus on signing instead of your gorgeous fucking face.

"Anything specific you'd like me to say?"

And he knows there's a rule—there always are when it comes to these things, and it's simple: don't fuck the fans. As tempting as it is, don't invite them back to your hotel room because there are too many uncertainties, and if something leaks to the press that’s possibly career ending, that’s it. So, Denki holds his tongue. For the future of himself and the band.

"Uhm, just write what you want! I...I think I'd like it best if it was authentic and came straight from you, so."

Fuck. Of course she does.

And maybe Denki just can't help it when he leans down to speak, perhaps a little lower, "You want something more authentic, cutie?"

You light up like a kid on Christmas, gasping, "Yes please Mr. Kaminari!"

So eager, too.

"Awe, you can call me Denki if you'd like," he coos, and you nod so quickly he starts to worry about whiplash. "Meet me out back, in the alley behind the venue if you wanna get to know me better. Sound like a deal?”

"O-Okay!" You nod, and when he returns your sign you grip it tight between both hands. "I'll um, see you soon Mr. Kami—I mean, D-Denki!"

You flush from the mix up and bow in apology, and Denki knows he's made the right choice when you light up, indicating you have no idea what he meant at all.

"Row row row your boat, gently down the stream," you hum, sniffling. You’re unsure if your nose is running, it's too frozen to tell, and it has you patting to confirm it’s presence. With your hands stuffed in your pockets and a jacket wrapped tight around your body, you'd think you'd be warm, but no.

The alley is dark. It's dank enough that you can smell it and you're positive what you're dancing in is vomit, but none the matter—today, you met your favorite band. Literally the people you'd die for.

"Merrily, merrily," kicking the loose rocks in the gravel every which way, you enjoy the sound of them scattering against the surrounding brick walls. "Merrily, merrily..."

"Life is but a dream," a voice finishes, a yelp rips from your throat and you jump twenty feet in alarm. But you’d know that voice anywhere; Denki chuckles at your reaction and it has you recoiling with timidity, unprepared for the surprised audience. "You have a lovely voice, Cutie. You should use it more often."

"I..." but you're not exactly sure what to say to that, knowing Denki's heard so many professional voices in his career to last a lifetime, and yet yours is lovely. "T-Thank you."

Denki watches your reaction with a hum and a smile, his visible breath escaping between the slit of his lips and into the cool air.

"Of course, Cutie."

Another voice sighs, shattering the friction that fills your gut when Denki gives you that look. You're not sure what to call it, but it makes you shiver, and that's enough to make you to run and hide.

"...Denki, who's this?"

"Um," the blond places his frozen hands in his pockets and swivels his head around to Hanta, guilty written all over his face. "A fan?"

Hanta sighs again, head tilting to the right in exhausperation, “Denki—"

"I know, I know," the electric blond sighs, waving him off. "But it's fine as long as we don't get caught, right?"

Hanta's black hair threatens to fall into his face so he combs through it, and you try not to drool at the sight of his bicep flexing. "Yeah, until we get caught."

A honk blares and it has you shrieking, to reveal a parked tour bus in the alley once the lights flicker on. Denki points the car keys at the vehicle and the doors swing open. "Awe c'mon, don't be a sour puss. It's a one-time thing, alright?"

Hanta's eyes narrow into slits.

"Seriously, dude! I'm a man of my word! On God."

The noirette's shoulders sag, but he waltzes around both of you to get on the bus. Over his shoulder, he warns, "Denki I swear to fucking god—"

"I'll be careful, I'll be careful~" he singsongs, hopping onto the stairs after the pianist. When Denki notices not you're not moving, he stills at the top step. "You coming, [Y/N]?"

"O-Oh, am I um, am I allowed?" You ask, biting your cheek at the thought of what Hanta just said as you peer around the electric blond’s body. Denki snorts, rolling his eyes.

"Yes, you're allowed," he exits the bus, only to tug you on via your collar. "Now c'mon! Let's have some fun, yeah?"

"Okay!"

Denki steers you through the bus and into a space that looks a bit like a living room, with a couch, tv, and a makeshift kitchen in the corner. Following Denki to the kitchen, you look around.

"Where are Kirishima and Bakugou?"

"Out drinking," Denki tosses, flicking open a RedBull. You wonder if this is always the post-concert routine. Hanta fiddles in with something on the couch, but he still has yet to look you in the eyes tonight, even when you ask him:

"What are you doing?"

It seems he didn't realize you’ve relocated from the kitchen to the couch next to him from the noirette nearly jumps. The green stuff in his fingers crumbles, and you scrunch your nose at the smell.

"It stinks," you add. Denki snorts, jumping onto the cushion to your right. There isn’t a whole lot of room and his addition causes your shoulders to slush between the two of them, but it’s strangely comfortable.

"It's weed," he explains like it's obvious. "You smoke, Cutie?"

"Obviously not," you and Hanta say at the same time. You turn his way, and for the first time that night, Hanta looks you in the eyes—and it's a smile, with his eyes crinkling in the corners, but there's...something else. Something else hidden behind the thinnest veil that makes you cower, if ever so slightly.

Something feral.

Denki, unaware of the crushing grip your hand has around your thigh, huffs, and tosses the energy drink down his gullet, "It was a genuine question! Geez."

"What are you doing?" You ask again, and the electric blond whimpers from being ignored.

"Rolling a joint," he utters, lifting the paper to his lips to lick the length. You watch, semi-disgusted, as Hanta finally folds over the last bit of paper around the crest of the joint, gluing it together.

"Know what a joint is?" The noirette implores.

"Yeah," you breathe, shifting at the new closeness Denki provides when you feel his chest against your back. "My roommate smokes, so."

Hanta taps it on a tray, or what Denki describes as "packing it down," before twisting the tip and tossing it back onto the tray in conclusion. Denki cheers.

"Aha! The joint-rolling master has blessed us! Everyone say thank you, joint-rolling master."

"Thank you, joint-rolling master!" You giggle when Hanta's face turns a ruddy red. He reaches over to pop Denki upside the head. Denki gasps, before lunging to return the favor, and you squeal from being jostled between two men.

"Okay," when Denki returns to his seat he's panting and so is the noirette. He picks the joint off the tray and though there isn't much room, turns so he's facing you, your legs smushed against his body indian style. "You ready, Cutie?"

"As ready as I'll ever be," you huff, swinging your arms in preparation despite the lack of space. Just in case.

Hanta snorts, holding the joint to your lips, and Denki raises the lighter and raises it to the end until it's hot enough to burn on its own.

“Now suck."

You do, cheeks puffing, and you blow the smoke straight in Denki's face. It's...a lot.

"Not quite," Hanta chuckles, and flips you via the waist so you're facing him. Denki whines from the change but finds solace in hooking his chin over your shoulder. "Suck, and then inhale. Act like it's a big breath—you gotta hold it in your lungs for a sec."

"Okay," you assert with a nod, eyes burning with a new determination. When Hanta holds it to your lips, you suck and inhale, and start coughing your throat raw, in a flurry of smoke and tears, eyes watering and nose burning. You scramble for water, but by the time you get some, the only thing that's left to soothe is a sore throat.

"Here," Denki offers, grabbing the joint before flipping you his way again. "Take smaller hits, like this."

Denki's mouth wraps around the tip and smoke pours from his lips so smoothly you're determined to do the same. With a raised eyebrow, he passes it back to you, and though it takes a moment, you try again.

The back of your throat tingles but the glide is much smoother, and you find that it doesn't burn on your next exhale. So you do it again. And again. And agai—

"Okay," Hanta picks the joint from your fingers with a click of his tongue, before taking a hit himself. You frown, making grabby hands.

"Hey, wai—"

"Nu-uh," he tuts, pushing you down by your forehead. "You'll feel it soon enough, trust me."

You whine, crossing your arms over your chest. Hanta gives you nothing but a raised eyebrow as he takes another hit, and you're convinced it's to taunt you. "I'm not eve—"

But then the world blurs, a bit, and your legs hum in a way they haven't before; it's warm and it's nice, and it has you blinking down at your hands in bewilderment. Whoa.

"And there she goes," Denki announces, and somehow seized the joint from the noirette when you weren't looking. Your mouth drops to say something, but all you can produce is a light giggle before it melts into a guffaw that only comes straight from the gut, your hands trying to soothe your cramping belly. Tears come to your eyes fairly easily, and when Hanta asks if you're okay he sounds like he's underwater, and that's enough to send you flying through another fit of laughs.

"I—y-yeah, I'm just—just fine," you snort behind a hand, chest spasming as you finally gather yourself enough to calm down. "I'm good. Mhm."

"Yep. Totally fine," Hanta says, but something in his tone suggests he doesn't believe you at all.

You nod, biting your bottom lip to avoid another laugh attack with your hands bunching the bottom of your shirt for extra purchase. Hanta narrows his eyes while taking another hit, so you sock him in the shoulder with a huff. "Stop looking at me like that."

The noirette snorts, "Like what?"

"Like..." you start strong, but falter under his eyes. "Like you want to eat me."

Hanta hums at the comment but says nothing, and you're not sure if your mind fabricated the quick look he gives the electric blond sat behind you. Denki speaks first.

"Do you know what shotgunning is, [Y/N]?"

You frown, "Like a shotgun?"

"So no," Hanta answers for you.

"Here," Denki offers, turning you again. Plucking the nub of a joint from the noirette, he takes a big hit before picking your face up by the jaw and hovering your lips over yours. You're not sure what to do, but once your lips connect, smoke fills your lungs, and you don't exhale until Denki pulls away. You blink, a little dazed.

You just kissed Denki Kaminari.

"Feel good?" He asks, never leaving your personal space. You nod, and he grins. "Wanna do it again?"

Your hands fist his shirt, teeth tearing the inside of your cheek due to the amount of embarrassment this question encourages. "I wan—can we do it again but without the um...without the smoke?"

Denki's hands find your hips and it's hard for him to contain a sly smirk, biting his lips to move in on his prey.

"I knew I waned you the second I saw you."

Denki's lips feel much better when he puts a little weight into the kiss, pinning you between him and the noirette. You're not exactly sure what you're doing but he takes the lead, titling his head and kissing harder, rougher, so your lips are pink and swollen by the time he pulls away.

"A-Another," you whimper, tightening your grip around his tee.

Denki hums in contemplation, picking your head up by your chin. "Ask nicely, Cutie."

Flushing deeper, your eyes dart to the coffee table.

“Another, please."

"Good girl," Denki coos, and he's propping you up against Hanta's chest. You shiver at the comment, finding purchase on Hanta's thighs as Denki kisses you on the lips again. "Wanna feel even better?"

"Yes," you nod vehemently. "Yes please."

Denki hums at that, climbing down your body as his hands glide from your waist to the band of your pants. You frown, "What—What are you doing?"

"Eating you out, Cutie," the electric blond says, hands freezing once his thumbs dip under your waistband. "That okay?"

"Oh okay," you breathe, relaxing against Hanta's chest. "Y-Yeah, that's fine."

Denki rips your pants off at that, tossing them towards the corner of the room and ultimately, to a place you'll probably never find them. Pushing your panties to the side, he licks his lips at the sight of your pussy, and flicks your clit with a smirk. You jump.

"H-Hey, that's not—"

He flattens his tongue against your slit and chuckles when you shudder, and after tossing both of your legs over his shoulders. You're not sure what he does after that though, because Hanta picks your face up by the chin and presses his lips to yours.

Denki slides a finger inside and you squeal against Hanta's chapped lips. You hear the electric blond moan, readjusting himself between your thighs, before you finally peel your lips off the noirette's, chest having from lack of oxygen.

"Such a pretty pussy, Baby," Denki gushes before his warm lips fold around your clit and he sucks, humming in surprise when you buck against his mouth. Hanta hooks his chin around your shoulder with a second joint dangling between his lips—and where it came from is beyond you.

Once he exhales, the joint finds its way between your lips and he instructs you to inhale, and the head rush afterwards has you digging your head into his chest.

"You're so wet, holy shit," Denki pulls away, lips strawberry pink and glossed with slick as he trades his both for his thumb and inserting another finger. It crooks just right and that's enough to make your hips buck, nails carving crescents in Hanta's thighs.

“T-There,” you whimper, wiggling your hips again, and Denki grins, thumb pressing into your clit. Your thighs quiver with the strain it takes to hold them back and Hanta’s calloused hands skip to your waist after dropping the burning joint off in the tray.

“Pull his hair,” the noirette commands, but you hesitate, hands glued to his thighs. Hanta sighs, reaching over you to tug for himself.

“Mph—fuck!” Denki’s eyelids flutter as he moans into your pussy with a new passion, his hands wrapping around your thighs to hold you in place. You gasp at his reaction, fingers scrambling under Hanta’s own to thread through his electric blond hair.

“Move your hips—grind against his face, c’mon,” Hanta’s grip tightens around your waist as he offers the suggestion, and you whimper with a nod before your bucking into Denki’s mouth without abandon. As the noirette trails butterfly kisses up the column of your neck, the coil in your gut snaps, and you barely have time to squeak out a warning before you’re flooding Denki’s mouth.

“Good girl...ride it out—there you go,” Hanta coos, biting your ear. You shiver as Denki pulls away with a final (and obscene) slurp, grinning like he didn’t just shatter you to pieces with nothing but his tongue and fingers.

Denki’s lips are on yours in a blink—you moan, legs still buzzing from the afterglow as you weakly grope for the small hairs on the back of his neck.

“Taste good, don’t ya?” He says with a click of a tongue after pulling away.

“I guess so,” you flush, the humiliation from so shamelessly digging your heels into Denki’s back finally settling in. Hanta reaches under your arm for Denki’s chin.

“What? Want a taste too?” The electric blond giggles, wiggling his eyebrows. Hanta snorts.

“If you could be so kind.”

Denki hums at that, placing a hand on your inner thigh for balance as he slams his lips on the noirette’s for the first time that night. He dives straight for the kill, tongue and teeth and everything, and Denki moas when Hanta’s teeth sink into his bottom lip; you find that you like it a lot.

Though eventually you tired of watching, and press the heel of your hand on Hanta’s hard cock through the fabric of his jeans. The pianist hisses, and you grin—you’ve got their attention now.

“Whoa Sweetheart, what are y—“

“I...I want more,” you assert despite the tremor in your voice. Hanta raises an eyebrow in question which has you pressing harder in hopes he’ll cave just as easily as before. Just in case, you add, “Please.”

Denki redirects your attention by squishing your cheeks until you’re looking him in the eyes. With dark eyes, he says, “You sure you want more, Cutie?”

You nod despite the restriction, “Wanna...wanna get to know you better.”

You watch Denki’s pupils dialate at that, and he can’t even hold back a groan when he says:

“Gods, Baby. We’re going to ruin you.”

unpopular opinion: bakugou's the bassist and kirishima's the drummer. fight me.

not me projecting 12yo sun's fantasy of getting railed in the tour bus by 5sos um—

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sluttywonwoo · 3 years

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sunkissed || l.sk x reader

Summary: more like sunburned. on vacation with seokmin you lay out on the beach for a little too long, making for a very interesting night.

Warnings: swearing, smut

Word Count: 1.8k

A/N: originally posted on my tom holland fic account ( @wazzupmrstark )

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The sun was absolutely blinding and even though you were wearing sunglasses you couldn’t see anything. You knew your boyfriend was still stretched out in a lounge chair under the umbrella behind you, though, because you could hear him humming along to the music streaming from his phone, and that was all that mattered.

Last time you’d been able to see him he had been hiding a copy of his new Excalibur script behind a book and feigning reading. The two of you had agreed to a no work on vacation rule, and he’d been the first to break it, but you could tell he was just so excited about his new project that you let it slide.

It was your first vacation with Seokmin, and so far it had been wonderful. You’d checked in yesterday and done a little bit of the touristy thing, but today you were content to lie on the beach for hours with no intention of moving.

The sound of the crashing waves had lulled you to sleep a couple of times already, and you knew Seokmin would make fun of you for it later, but with the salty breeze and warm sand beneath you, you couldn’t help it.

The water was spotted with some swimmers and surfers, but the beach itself wasn’t very crowded. You and Seokmin had planned your trip so that you’d just miss the summer break rush so everything could be a little more peaceful.

You were pulled out of your half sleep when Seokmin’s humming stopped. You opened your eyes and tried to blink away the spots dancing at the edges of your vision when a weight dropped on top of you. You smirked as familiar lips planted a kiss to your cheek and tried to squirm away, but he had you pinned.

“Almost ready to go back up to the room, baby?” he murmured in your ear.

You nodded, and managed to twist your body underneath Seokmin to look up at him. Your eyes finally adjusted and you grinned lazily at the sight before you. His fair hair framed by the golden sunset behind him, brown eyes more dazzling than anything you’d ever seen, faint freckles starting to show on his cheeks from the sun. You consider yourself lucky that you didn’t need to leave home to see such a beautiful view.

You hadn’t been keeping track of the time, but now that you saw the sun setting over the water you realized how long you and Seokmin had been sitting out there.

“Are you hungry? Let’s get something to eat, babe.”

“I could eat.”

“So could I,” he whispered breathily, sending a shiver down your spine despite the heat.

You’d been teasing each other with the clichés all day: being a little more thorough than necessary with rubbing sunscreen on each other, you untying the back of your bikini to sunbathe, Seokmin running into the water for point two seconds just so you could see him soaking wet and admire the way the water glistened on his body. You were on vacation, and the hotel room was beautiful. It had tub on the balcony and a breathtaking view of the blue-roofed villas cascading down the cliffs as well as the water.

However, the bed had yet to be broken in, both of you had been exhausted after exploring Akrotiri and Pyrgos, but it was something you planned to remedy tonight.

You followed Seokmin up to the room where you both got ready for dinner at a restaurant a friend had recommended to you. You wore a short, white, linen dress and Seokmin wore a similar white button-up that he left the top buttons undone on, so that he could show off his tan.

Dinner was much like the afternoon. The details were blurry, but there was a lot of alcohol and a lot of back and forth. By sheer luck the host had seated you at a tiny booth in the back of the restaurant where you could still see the cliffs, but also sit smushed next to each other. Seokmin kept one hand on your knee throughout the meal, and if asked later, he would deny moving it any further, but you recounted the events very differently. At one point, your lips were moving in a whisper against his ear and the base of his neck and you swore Seokmin’s grip on your leg got so tight you thought you might lose circulation.

“You want dessert, baby?” he asked when the waiter approached your table with the shiny silver menus.

“I’m good,” you managed to say, slowly, but steadily. “You?”

“What I want isn’t on the menu,” he replied in the same tone, looking directly into your eyes, ignoring how the waiter in front of your table pursed his lips.

He’d probably heard that line a thousand times, especially working in a vacation spot like this. His eyes screamed ‘just fucking say you want to eat her out and go’ but for what it was worth, the line worked on you.

“So I’ll bring the check then?” he asked when neither of you addressed him.

“Oh, yes please. Thanks.”

After fumbling with the key and stumbling into the room, you were beyond ready to be fucked senseless when Seokmin slapped your ass cheekily, making you cry out in pain.

“Ow, Seok,” you bit out, putting your hand where his had just been.

His face contorted with concern. “I’m so sorry, y/n! I didn’t mean-”

“It’s okay,” you said, smoothing your dress out over your body.

“Are you okay?”

“Fine.”

He leaned back against the dresser, arms crossed, watching you with pain in his eyes. You knew how bad he felt about hurting you, but it wasn’t that big of a deal. Usually, there was pain mixed with pleasure, but this time was different. You could still feel the sting on your skin. Hesitantly, you lifted the edge of your dress and saw the unmistakable tint of a sunburn all down the back of your legs, complete with a still fading mark of a handprint on your ass.

Seokmin gasped. “Y/n.”

“What the fuck?”

“Baby, I’m so sorry, I had no idea,” he apologized again.

“Neither did I,” you groaned, squinting your eyes down at your body.

“You put on sunscreen didn’t you?” he asked and you had to bite your tongue before you snapped at him.

“Of course I did!”

“Did you reapply?”

“Yeah, once I think.”

He didn’t say anything, but you knew he was judging you. “Here, I think we have some aloe,” Seokmin said and disappeared into the bathroom. He emerged moments later with the signature bottle of green gel in hand.

“Take your dress off, baby,” he instructed and carefully helped you lift your dress over your head, careful not to let the fabric touch your body.

With a sigh, you threw yourself on the bed on your stomach, only smiling when you heard Seokmin’s little chuckle from behind you. You felt the weight shift on the bed as he climbed up next to you, and sat cross legged beside you. He pushed some of the hair out of your face with a soft grin and popped the cap on the bottle of aloe.

You could tell he was trying his best not to come off as deflated, but you understood. You were disappointed too. You had been looking forward to getting good dick all day, and now every time you moved pain rippled through your body.

“This might be a bit cold,” Seokmin said as a disclaimer before rubbing the first bit of aloe onto your skin.

You sighed with relief as the gel instantly cooled your skin on impact. Seokmin was careful to rub it in gently, applying just enough so you wouldn’t be sticky later. He started with your calves and worked his way up, and you began to feel progressively better.

Once he reached your thighs you fought the urge to clench them together. You knew it wasn’t the time, but your body didn’t, and your boyfriend’s fingers on your inner thighs was basically code for it. All of the feelings from the beginning of the night came rushing back and his fingers were just so close to where you wanted them. You had to actively fight the urge to moan.

“Fuck, y/n,” he cleared his throat awkwardly as he continued to massage aloe onto your ass. “Are you, uh, wet?”

You only nodded in response, still not trusting yourself to open your mouth.

“Do you want me to...” he trailed off, but you got the idea.

“God yes,” you sighed out and let the tension evaporate from your body as you felt Seokmin’s fingers work their way back down to your thighs, right where they had been. He was just about to give you what you wanted when you stopped him. “Wait,” you said, grabbing his wrist and he froze, afraid he had done something wrong. “Use your other hand,” you held up his right hand, covered with green goo for him to see. “I have a feeling aloe in my vagina won’t end well.”

He laughed and leaned down to kiss you. “Of course, whatever you want, baby.”

He started his ministrations again, continuing to rub aloe on your body with his right hand while he began to work two fingers inside of you. You moaned out, louder than expected at the combined relief from the gel and the pleasure from his fingers inside you.

“Feel good?”

“So good, Seok, baby,” you breathed.

“Let me hear you,” he encouraged, inserting another finger. You gasped in response and felt your eyes roll to the back of your head. “Fuck, y/n, you’re so good for me,” Seokmin praised eliciting another moan from you.

You felt yourself getting closer and closer, teetering on the edge, but it wasn’t quite enough. “Seokmin,” you pleaded and looked back at him, catching him licking his lips, eyes filled with lust in the dim lighting, making you swear. “Fuck, Seok, please.”

“Hm?” he asked, ripping his attention from between your legs and meeting your eyes.

“Fuck, I need more,” you gasped. “I need you.”

“Don’t worry, angel,” he said in a raspy voice with a glint in his eye and a smirk pulling at his lips, “I’m nowhere near done with you yet.”

i didn’t go too in depth about what he sunburn looks like on the reader because…well, it’s different for everyone. like it’s a fucking tossup whether I’ll get sunburned or not because i’m hapa lol anyway lmk what you think I always appreciate feedback!!

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