#'well they want to see a specific person naked' why?????? i have never looked at a person or clothed pictures of them and had that thought

[buddyapologist]

a lot of sex/attraction stuff that confuses me is answered by the fact that I am on the ace spectrum and do not experience attraction as often and the same as how other people do. this doesn't satisfy my intellectual curiosity of course

[fishnapple]

🔞 Channelled message:

The first time that they feel desire for you & their fantasies

(lover/partner/future spouse)

This is an old reading, I actually have this type of readings stashed away in my draft from months ago but could never find the right time to post them. So here is one of them. Enjoy.

Disclaimer : Contain mature contents. Minors (under 18y/o) do not interact.

This is a general reading meant for multiple people. Take only what resonates and leave out the rest.

Your feedback is much appreciated. If you find the reading resonated with you, leave a comment, I’d love to know 🎐

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Book a reading with me - KO-FI (→ personal reading)

AGATE

Are you generally this flirty and aggressive with other people or only with me? I'm worried. Other people shouldn't be able to witness this side of yours. Am I a possessive person by nature or I'm only like that towards you? I don't know anymore.

I was perfectly contented with my daily life, structure and routine bring peace to my mind. I could be a very repetitive person, don't find me boring, I won't be like that with you. Do you know why? You jolted me out of this safety shell and plunged me into a strange land by that playful and straightforward way of yours.

The moment you came closer to me with that broad smile and that heat, oh, that heat, I could feel it in my skin even when you were not touching me at all. Thanks to you, I've discovered that I have the hot for aggressive people, or it's just you. I imagined you grabbing me and bestowed me with a passionate kiss, then whispered into my ears how much you wanted me. It sent a shiver down my spine. I'm not gonna lie, I felt instantly aroused, I hope that I didn't make a fool of myself in front of you. Just know this, I will have no problem getting aroused whenever you initiate it.

You protested that it wasn't how you behave? Well, it's true, you weren't exactly that sexually aggressive towards me like that, not yet, not in the beginning. You probably were just having some fun, playing some games, tackling some creative projects, or recounting some fun stories while I looked at you and wished that passion of yours would be directed at me instead.

You were so brilliant, a walking flame. You awaken my desire like lightning striking down a tree. My mind went into fantasy land and imagined what it would be like, holding you in my arms, naked, both of us, our chests pressed against each other, touching that soft skin, both outside and inside. What we could discover about each other, what we could experience together. I wanted to be risky, to pour all of my desires on you, to taste you everywhere, to do it until we're both overwhelmed, to see where the limit is, and push through it.

Another thing that I have to confess is that at that time, that feeling was pure lust. I hadn't developed romantic feelings for you yet. But my desire for you will haunt me, I won't be able to decipher the reason. Until someday, when I finally looked deep into my feelings, after questioning it thoroughly, I will arrive at the conclusion, the inevitable, that you are the one for me.

Note: this person will develop sexual desire for you when they see you putting effort into something creative, when you were having fun, showing jest and passion for life, being assertive in a playful, flirty way. It may be a random moment, not a big event. That attitude will be a contrast to their usual way in life, so they will find it exhilarating and freeing. That will also affect their fantasies about you, wanting to be free, having no limit, indulging in each other, touching your deepest place. There could also be some exhibitionistic desire, somewhere a little open with the risk of being seen. Other than that, they don't really have any specific kink or particular fantasy. They are mostly go with the flow style.

FLOURITE

Does me saying I love your tears turns you off? Don't worry, I will never be the one that makes you cry, or at least I will try not to be one. We can cry together, you can cry in front of me. The sight of your tears will tear my heart open and let out this feeling that I myself wasn't aware of before.

I was really grateful that you chose to be open with me, telling me your pains that no one else had ever known. It's my honour. At that moment, I felt as if our hearts had been bridged, your emotions flowed into mine, I won't even know what was yours, what was mine. I will feel this rage inside, toward life, maybe? How could life give you so many pains like that. You were just yourself, yet people couldn't have the bravery to face that realness. Please don't ever dim your light for other people or for anything.

But that rage will be accompanied by desire. My desires are tied to my emotions. The more intense the emotion, the more intense my desire will be. I will feel this instinctive urge to protect you. Destruction and protection go hand in hand. I wanted to force all those painful memories out of you and burn them, to replace them with memories of me.

I felt a war inside me. I wanted to touch you softly, caressing every part of you, to tell every inch of you that it's okay, to wrap you with pleasure so much that those tears will be tears of pleasure (oh no, will that make me the one that makes you cry? I'm willing to be the offender then). But I also wanted to grab and take you into me, to push you so hard that we would become one, whatever I do, you still feel so distant to me. I got impatient.

But I won't act on that desire. I will be gentle, I will be the comfy bathtub that you drown yourself in after a long day. To be the warm water in the tub, lapping over you. Can you feel my heat? You don't need to do anything. Let me take care of you.

Note: This person will feel an intense desire to protect you and to soothe you. To them, emotions go hand in hand with sexual desire. So the moment that their emotions and yours are heightened will be the point where they feel sexual desire for you. At that time, you could be telling them about past pains of yours, likely from childhood, it related to being an individual, isolation, not fitting in, of loss. You will be crying, the tears will be the trigger.

This person has the ability to connect emotionally with other people. The connection of emotions will lead to the connection of bodies. They are gentle but have a more aggressive side to them, a little extreme. I feel like the moment they feel desire for you will lead to your first time with each other. The fantasies will stay in their head, but they won't act on them completely. It could also come as a surprise for you. You may not be fully aware of the extent that is their desire for you.

They have a liking for water and wetness, be it the water around you when you are having sex or the water coming from you. So they might like to give you oral, shower sex, licking, dripping, spilling. They will also like to talk to you to instil their own fantasies into your mind so that you will share the same fantasies for each other. They want to achieve oneness.

CARNELIAN

I suppose that I wasn't being honest with you. Hiding all my problems and weakness, my insecurities were many, you know, they weighted heavily on my mind. Every night, they would come in, haunting my sleep. Life is heavy to me, I'm a fearful person. I've never felt safe in this world. My foundation is lacking. It felt like I was living in a castle made from cardboard, ready to collapse at any moment. And how can I welcome another human being into this shabby castle of mine? That was how I thought about our relationship. I wasn't courageous enough, I let my demons whisper in my ears while you were there, caring, with the gentlest love that I've got.

It was until we had our first serious argument with the possibility of you leaving that I was awakened. It felt like hearing something exploded. I was disoriented, the first thought that sprang to my mind was to hold you, firmly, to drag you into my cardboard castle, to let you see it all, without care how it could collapse with both of us inside.

I thought that if I prepared enough, I would be confident, I would be able to show you our bright future together. But when will be enough? I'm ashamed that it had to take an argument for me to realise it, that my desire for you would be ignited in such a negative situation, human sure are weird creatures, don't you think?

No, I didn't act out that first thought, I just grabbed your hand and apologised, like a good and polite human. My heart was awakened, but that doesn't mean my mind would just quietly follow suit.

After that incident, I found myself thinking about it again and again. I would relive the argument but put an erotic twist to it. (TW: dubious consent) I imagine me being rough and acting all assertive. Without a second word, I would pull your turning back close to me and kiss your neck and shoulder from behind, arms caging you so tight, you would feel a little suffocated. Then, as I feel you getting softer, I would let my hands trace every inch of your body, with you still a little miffed but can't resist my touch. I imagined you being pleasured until you let out a soft moan, shaking in my arms.

Then I would turn your head around to face me and kiss you with my all, without being afraid that you would find out all my insecurities and all that unsightly parts of me.

Note: This person could be quite emotionally distant, afraid to commit because of their insecurities. They are restrained and tend to overthink everything, to the extent of being paranoid. They are in their head more than their heart, their heart is a dangerous place for them.

There will be a point where you are tired of the uncertainty and distance in this relationship. The situation would be when you go on a date with them, something not quiet right will happen, something small, but you will argue and the argument leads to a bigger issue. You will want to walk away. This is when they realise the possibility of losing you, like a Tower moment. They don't want that to happen, so they will grab your hand and apologise, explaining their problems. Some kind of commitments will be formed. And also the desire for you.

They have a more aggressive and earthy side to them that is hidden and only comes out in their fantasies. They would want to pleasure you from behind, making you feel their feelings for you through physical touch. The focus is on you. They imagine themselves to be more brave, to open their heart for you to see without a care in the world.

AMETHYST

Ah, our first kiss, our sweet, sweet, first kiss. I can still recall the taste of you exactly, just like being on that day again.

Do you remember it too? We even took a picture of us kissing, to solidify our memory together, a celebration for our love. I felt so warm, like a sun has found refugee inside me. The kiss transported me into a magical land, into our future together, our journey has started.

I will be thinking way far ahead, about how our wedding will be, where will our honeymoon be spent, how our first night as a married couple will be, how our kids would look like, how we would be worried about their future and finally have some rest together in the old age. I didn't know that I was such a planner, or was I a dreamer? No, I'm a magician, I will make our dreams come true. Yes, brace yourself and start looking forward to it.

I have a commitment kink. There, I've said it, loud and clear. The moment we solidify our commitment to each other (I like the word 'solidify', like heavy concrete that we could sit on) will be the moment all my passion broke free and come running to you.

Do you think our lifetime plan in my head is just some innocent planning? No, I'm a sucker for details. No detail of our life will escape my mind. Including our sex life. What kind of domestic life could be without the pleasure.

Just like when we were dating, we will continue on being smitten with each other well into our trembling-hands-and-hair-whitening era. You and I will make sure that passion is never lacking in our relationship.

We will talk about it a lot, seriously and flirtatiously, teasing each other, then sit down and discuss it, like a research project. We will try many different things, getting feedback from each other, then calibrating the system until it reaches perfection. We will also tell each other about our deepest fears and painful memories, then we will kiss each other better every time.

Let's grow together. Let's run our naked bodies along the seashore like little kids, collecting seashells, giggling then colliding into each other.

Let's have our late night debate about the metaphysical then tearing out clothes in the process.

Let's grow trees together in our garden, let's get dirty (literally) as we embrace each other (I can't help using 'each other', I also like this word) on the soft, damp earth. Then, many years later, we will embrace each other under the shade of our grown-up trees.

Note: There's this warm and bubbly, exited energy to this person. The moment you first kissed will be when they start imagining your life together. They get turned on by commitment and the future prospects of your relationship. When they're dating, they definitely have long-term commitment and marriage in mind.

They are quite cerebral, love to think, and plan ahead. But those thoughts don't just stay in their head. They got put into reality. They like to think about the relationship as a project to build and to perfect with their partner. But they are not rigid. They like spontaneity. They want to feel the pleasurable aspect of the relationship with their partner everywhere, to make memories, to celebrate the love. Everything can lead to sex. They seem to have a preference for the outdoor and nature.

ROSE QUARTZ

Hmm, do you have some kind of superpower? The kind that can lower other people's intelligence? I felt like a toddler learning to speak for the first time when I'm around you. And this mind of mine did not feel too well about that. I'm usually the one that people look up to. I can say with some confidence that I'm an intelligent person, but being in front of you? My intelligence seemed to take a strike and went for an infinite vacation. I don't think you've noticed this dilemma in me. Thanks goodness, at least I could still appear as a good enough debate opponent for you. What's with all this talk about intelligence anyway? Because I want to know the cause and effect of things. I want to know the cause of my desire for you and the effect of it.

To put it plain and simple, you challenged me mentally. Who would have thought that I could get turned on by debating about the present school system with you? Talking about vehicles turned me on, talking about religious matters turned me on (wait, that doesn't sound right). I know you didn't do it to rile me up. You simply share your view and ideas with me, innocently. But I also know, our debates turn you on too, you can't hide that twinkle in your eyes whenever I say something controversial or go against you view. We flirt by words, our words, they clash then kiss each other. Is 'arguing' in public considered a type of PDA?

I thought I was the absolute ruler of my own mind, sitting smugly on the pile of gold, getting praised by commoners, confident that no one can match me (I'm a vain and arrogant human being okay). Then the gate was blasted open. There stood you, alone, with that bazooka for a mouth and an equally smug face. I thought that you came to steal my gold, no, that wasn't the true horror, you came to tell me that my gold was fake. Ah, how I slipped and fell, face kissing the ground. How dare you? I had to bravely stand up and charge at you, to kiss you? (Eh, I didn't expect that twist. Is this some kind of cheesy romance web novel?). Don't take it the wrong way, it's not like I'm worshiping you or anything, I just want to get close to you to study you, to pull out all of your secrets, and then? To sit at your feet and admire them, maybe? While we are in the mood, may as well dress the parts. Let's turn ourselves into characters of our own novel. Let me regain some of my dignity in my fantasies. Let me be the teacher, and you be the student, nodding admiringly at my every word. Then, while I'm drunk in your adoration, you would turn all bratty and tease me, strip me of my dignity again.

Note: I don't have much to say about this person other than you may want to save up to buy lots of costumes later on.

This person is quite arrogant and used to being admired and put on pedestal by other people. But you won't be like that to them. You challenge their world view, kick them down the pedestal, and they like that. There could be a masochistic streak in them. Wanting to be put down, to be humbled. They will want to be lured into a trap by their partner and be tricked into submission (willingly, with consent, of course). They like you to act bratty while they pretend to be frustrated and have to give in to you.

They have fantasies about role-playing, could be related to medieval themes. I don't see any particular actions, just them liking the mental stimulation and talking back and forth. To them, pleasure comes from the mind.

OBSIDIAN

Do you know about the ducklings imprinting? About how in the early period of a duckling, they capture the image and sound of a moving being into their mind, permanently solidifying this being as the object for the duckling to follow? I was like that with you.

You came into my life during my most transforming period. I felt like I was born again, leaving behind all the bad memories and disappointments. I felt weak and lonely, lost in this new world, literally, I had to move to a new place, getting used to the new environment from the start. And you were there, gently walking side by side with me. It's bittersweet how I had to go through the darkest moment in my life to meet you, but it's all worth it. You made the pains feel like distant memories.

I still remember that moment perfectly. You came to me, asking if I had eaten. I said no, and you proceeded to cook a speedy warm meal for me. I wanted to cry, honestly. Never in my life had I ever thought that food could be such a multipurpose thing, a miraculous balm, a pouring melody, a comfy blanket, a word of love. I felt full and nourished, by you.

Let me put you on the pedestal a bit, let me see you through a rose coloured glasses, let me dream about you every time sleep comes to me, temporarily or eternally. Let me return the love equal to that you've given me, or even more than that. I want to give you my all, at the same time, I want to be all that you have, as you are mine.

Sometimes, I wished that there's only the two of us in this world. How I wanted to muffle all other noises, smear all other colours, air out all the scents so that the only remaining things are your voice, your colours, and your scent. Let me paint you. Though I can't be confident that there exists a kind of paint that can convey the brilliant of your skin, your eyes, your hair. It's frustrating how I can see you crystal clear in my mind yet unable to translate the image into the canvas. In this case, could you be my canvas and let me paint myself onto you?

Note: This person has a sensitive and artistic soul. They will meet you when they've just come out of a dark tunnel, starting a new life, moved to a new place. They will get attached to your kindness and warmth. I feel like the situation when they develop desire for you for the first time will be when you are comfortable with each other already. You could come to their place, cooked for them. They could see your care, which will trigger their emotional desire for you. Their physical desire is tied to their emotional desire.

They will want to serve you, to put you on pedestal and cater to your every desire. They could be a little possessive, wanting you for themselves. They want to have sex in somewhere secluded, private and quiet, with a sparse surrounding or even empty. All of their focus will be on you. They will want to stay silent to hear your moans, eyes fixing on you all the time, and breathing in your scents everywhere. Then after the sex, they want to paint you, on canvas, you could be their muse, or paint on you with their marks. It's like your existence in their mind and in front of their eyes are still not enough.

[syoddeye]

kinktober - day 25 - borrowed clothes

soap x f!reader | 880 words cw: and they were roommates, references to masturbation, pervy thoughts a/n: if you lived with soap, he would never wear a shirt. and i stand by that. summary: johnny borrows a shirt. banner by @/cafekitsune | kinktober list

You can’t decide if the universe is cold and uncaring, or extremely bored and too interested in torturing you specifically. Regardless, every day, it fucking tests you.

No. That’s unfair to the neverending, bleak void of space. 

John MacTavish tests you. Every. Day.

Well, he tests you on the days he’s at home in your shared flat. Sure, his direct deposit never fails, and you enjoy peace and quiet when he’s gone, but the man’s insufferable when present.

Cabinet and cupboard doors? Open. Dishware? Half of it’s missing. The couch? He hogs it. He spreads those thick legs, wears tight joggers, and puts those muscular thighs on display. An arm slung over the back. He barely moves when you join him, and there is always some part of him touching you.

It’s sick and twisted that he’s infuriatingly handsome and seemingly clueless about it. It’s devastating that picturing him crawling on top of you is the only way you’re able to get off anymore. Door locked, music on, vibrator on a too-low but quieter setting—eyes shut and ears open, listening to him meander around your flat while you imagine him bursting through the door to dramatically take you. God, you come so hard, hand glued to your mouth.

It doesn't help that he’s perpetually shirtless.

He’s constantly on the move and complaining that he’s warm. It’s hard to not stare when he enters a room. His broad shoulders stretch out wide, muscles firm and thick beneath his skin. Dark hair covers his chest and dusts his arms, always shiny after his morning runs and near-daily push-ups. Rugged and imposing, the kind of body that just makes you want to climb. You want to smash his face between your thighs, yank him by the mohawk, and sit on those stupid, hot shoulders. Drown him until he cries uncle.

But today, you can’t stand it anymore. He's elbow-to-elbow with you, tidying the kitchen, still damp and glistening from the shower and clad only in a pair of sweats.

“Johnny?”

“Mm?”

“Do you…mind,” you stare out of your periphery at the size of his hand compared to the sponge he’s holding. “Putting on a shirt?”

He stops. “Why?”

“Do I need a reason?”

The sponge drops onto the counter, and he leans into your personal bubble. “Ye sayin’ a man cannae be comfortable in his own home?”

You grit your teeth and focus so as not to let your gaze drop to the pec right next to you. The scent of soap wafts off of him. You want to lick—

“Well?” 

“Maybe I don’t want to be subjected to a half-naked man every moment of my day.”

A second passes in silence. Then another. The corner of his lip curls, and he raps his knuckles on the counter, chuckling. “You’re a tricky one, hen, but I s’pose I can oblige ye. I dinnae ken if I have anythin’ clean, but…”

“Not my problem.” You hiss through a clenched jaw and return to furiously scrubbing the oven.

He’s gone for a few minutes. Long enough that you clean a section well enough to stare at the vague blob of your embarrassed face. Maybe you ought to put yourself out of your mystery and start looking for a new flatshare. 

This time, when he returns, you keep your eyes forward.

Until he clears his throat. “Like I said, nothin’ of mine’s clean, so I had to make do…”

With an exasperated sigh, you glance over to see what he’s on about and freeze. A glob of cleaner slops onto the ground from where it leaks out of the oven. Yeah, me too, you think distantly.

John’s gone and taken one of your shirts from your things. He went into your room, probably rifled through your wardrobe, and stole a shirt. And not just any shirt, but a ratty, shrunken shirt you’d bought as a joke on a girl’s trip years ago. You hadn’t ditched it for purely sentimental reasons, and now, his nipples stand at attention underneath the worn, whisper-thin fabric. His arms strain the babydoll sleeves. It cuts off above his navel. The top tufts of his happy trail stick out.

The words ‘Female Body Inspector’ stretch across his chest.

Maybe you died, and this is your hell. Or heaven. Hard to tell.

Your mouth dries. “Where–Did you get that from my room?”

“Hope it’s alright. Picked somethin’ I didnae think ye’d miss.”

Rising to your feet, you strip the long rubber gloves off your hands and toss them in the sink. You swallow and run your tongue across your teeth. You slowly close the distance, staring dumbly at the man in front of you. Fuck. Were you really doing this? An old silly shirt’s the catalyst?

He grins, his voice deceptively soft. “You’ve gone quiet again. See somethin’ ye like?”

“Johnny, if you’re amenable to it, I’m going to ride you to the River Styx and back.”

His brows shoot up. His eyes gain a wild glint. “Oh?”

Some responsible part of your brain implores you to see reason and remember how sleeping with your housemates is generally a bad idea. It shuts up when you see him twitch in his sweatpants.

“Mhm. My room in two minutes. Leave the shirt on.”

[palmettoshenanigans]

I fucking- I can't find it right now, but whichever one of you motherfuckers said Andrew's 'lack of control' was actually just intentionally calculated releases of pressure, that he was always in control when he lashed out because he lashed out in very specific and measured degrees - every single 'too far' was always 'just enough', its just no one else saw the raging volcanic inferno brewing just beneath the floorboards cus they were too distracted by how ear piercing the sound of the tea kettle going off was-

You're so sexy and I love you, but I wanna respond to you in spirit cus I can't find your post babes

We love 'biblically accurate' and 'devil's sacrament' as religious phrases yea? Well, my favorite (aside from 'heated fellowship', a black christian euphemism for fucking nasty) happens to be to 'know' or more specifically to 'know biblically', another word/phrase for fucking someone nasty.

stay with me this is going somewhere i promise pack a bag if you must

The interpretation I was raised with was that sexual intimacy was so vulnerable and exposing of one's most inner authenticity (that which apparently only God had such access to) that sex could make someone Know and See you the way Christ did (yadda yadda, "only fuck other Christians cus they'll be saved and sanctified enough to honor that blessing", yadda yadda) ANYWAY

THE POINT IS

You ever have someone in your life who just,,, saw you? Like, they could take one look at you and just Intuit Through The Vibes that something was up? Like they could just feel your energy and knew what to do or say or whatever? The kind of person who could walk into a room where you're minding your own business, doing something mundane, and they take one cursory scan of your posture and immediately ask "What's wrong?" like,,, what??? why do you ask??? what do you mean 'you can tell', I'm not fucking doing anything???

The kind of being seen for who you are that just leaves you feeling kinda exposed and tender? The kind of thing that leaves you bereft and yearning if you've never experienced it before (or had but lost it) because it feels like everyone only likes different mirages of you?

Andrew and Neil are so Relationship Of All Time because they seemed to See and Know each other like that even before they started locking lips on rooftops.

When Neil said "I want to see you lose control", i'm imagining Andrew probably felt so naked and flayed because everyone assumed he was perpetually losing his grip. On his anger, on his sanity, on reality, on his control. But like,,, Op's Spirit Of Post Long Lost, you were so fucking right. Every bit of Andrew's behavior was carefully calculated and intentionally released packages of what was his True Inner Turbulence that he would never dare release out into the open because that's not a target he's willing to give anyone a chance at aiming for.

Out of control? Andrew hasn't been that since he was probably a tween.

But Neil had never been fooled. From cigarettes and airport pickups to cigarettes and rooftop altercations, not once had he fallen for the mirage.

Without ever having needed to touch him in that way, Neil Knew Andrew. Biblically.

And that's why Andrew simply had to engage him in heated fellowship.

[love-of-the-red-star]

That time I got reincarnated as an Aeon

(Series)

Chapter seven: In which March 7th joins the crew and asks why you have special privileges

Warnings: possibly ooc

You never expected to stumble upon the frozen chunk of ice that contained a familiar someone that you knew would become March 7th. She laid there, under the layers of unforgiving ice, naked and asleep.

For a brief moment, you wondered if you could just leave the ice to melt on its own, but shrugged the last minute and decided against it.

It was easy to just clip the ice out of existence and get the girl to safety, draping her in a comfortable quilt to protect her dignity and to keep her warm— you noticed she felt surprisingly soft for a girl frozen for god knows how long.

No one questioned you when you brought her in to the express and took her to your room, having known you long enough to trust you.

“She’s stabilizing.” Himeko told you as she finished examining her. “She’ll probably wake up in a few hours more or less.”

“That’s good.” You said as you observed the girl’s sleeping body, now dressed in some loose, soft colored nightgown that covered her entire figure.

“Where did you find her?” Himeko asked.

“Inside a block of ice.” You replied. “Eternal ice, specifically. Interesting, right?”

“Indeed it is…” She trailed off. “Any estimate of how long she’s been trapped in there?” She asked as she wasn’t there to observe the ice to know a timeline— it’s a miracle in itself that this girl was still alive after such a dangerous situation. She wasn’t a corpse, she didn’t bloat, didn’t bruise, and no signs of frostbite at all.

“Probably a long while. I haven’t seen eternal ice for a good few decades since I was born.” You answered, deliberately leaving out the detail that it was on the Aeon Fuli that you’ve seen traces of it last. It wasn’t your place to divulge that, and you too didn’t know the full story.

“Where’s Welt?” You inquired, changing the topic.

“He’s currently making some arrangements with Herta for our next stop.” Himeko replied. “Oh.. that reminds me,” she paused, as if uncertain. “I received a message from the IPC in regards to you— well, not quite. It’s your wanted poster.”

“Took them eight years to air out my dirty laundry outside two galaxies?” You frowned. “Lame.”

“Since when did you find out about this?” She looked at you with an incredulous look, remembering that your bounty was exactly a whopping 69 million credits. (Nice)

“I have no idea why they’re airing it this late here but I found out about it during my trip in a galaxy with a friend— I got famous there for killing IPC personnel using chairs.” You confessed with a casual shrug, you don’t miss the way she seemed taken aback, as if that was beneath you. Could she do anything about it?

No, not really. Because aside from you being basically this place’s patron deity since you vored the original one on accident, Himeko was just that kind of person. The kind who would just… get it.

“Also, it wasn’t unwarranted.” You sighed, throwing your hands up like that white, scuffled combination of a cat and a monkey to emphasize your exasperation. “They attacked me first. Walked around some old bar like they owned the place and tried to shoot me while I was trying to cheer on my friend.”

Himeko nodded. “I see.” She had enough common sense to figure out that people were basically asking for it— she’s however thankful that you’re at least not as destructive as she initially thought you would be.

She’s of course, wrong. But she doesn’t know that yet.

Emphasis on yet, because killing corporate employees with a chair wasn’t exactly the worst thing you did using a human projection. Does she have to know about what you did to Gopher Wood a few years ago while pretending you were just some bellboy in Penacony? No she doesn’t.

She didn’t need to know about the town you accidentally turned into Yharnam 2.0 around six years ago in some distant galaxy either. Granted, what transpired there wasn’t exactly your fault, but merely a result of people trying to foolishly communicate with your Aeon form without a transmission.

And thus, they were free of their ignorance. The exchange was that all of them went insane from gaining the “insight” needed to see you, observe you.

Himeko doesn’t need to know any of those things, or the sense of regret you felt by not being able to help them in the way they needed.

In the midst of your surprisingly quiet conversation, the unconscious girl woke up, and your face is the first thing she sees.

“Hello.” You smiled, gently taking her hand with your own. “Finally awake huh? You’ve been asleep awhile.” You said.

“H-hi.” Her response is weak, groggy. Himeko is quick to help her drink water for her parched throat, in which the girl accepts with little complaint. She almost coughs and you patted her back gently to ease her, telling her to slow down as she doesn’t let go of your hand along the way.

“Himeko, can you please get Pompom? She needs some soup.” It felt strange for you to be ordering her around with you easily forgetting you are technically the highest person in the train.

“I’ll get her something easy on the stomach, don’t worry.” Himeko merely smiled at you, complying with what you told her as you stayed with the girl.

“So, how’d you get in that ice?” You asked after a few moments, of course you already knew the answer, but you still let it out anyway.

“I… don’t know.” She told you. “Who are you?” Himeko said she’s stable— well, physically. You’re not sure how she is mentally.

“A stranger for now.” You smiled. “You should rest, you’re not exactly ready to get up just yet.” She nodded wordlessly at your words, and laid back down.

It doesn’t take her long to sleep.

“Welcome aboard, March 7th.”

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“Himeko, why does [Name] get to get out without contacting us for weeks but me and Dan Heng have to inform you of our whereabouts?”

Himeko paused with calibrating the navigation system as March put on the question.

“Well… despite how they look, they’re one of the senior members of the crew.” She began. “Don’t worry, they know their way back no matter where they are and where we will go.”

It’s a vague answer and March can tell, though, she doesn’t pry any further. You’ve been around in the express for longer than her or Dan Heng, so she chalked it up to you being the more experienced lot.

“Where are they right now though?” She pondered, and Himeko chuckled.

“Seems that someone is worried.” There is mirth in the navigator’s voice, March pouted in response.

“They’re all alone, of course I’m a little worried.” She said.

“I see. Not to worry, they’re fine, they’re just on another planet right now visiting a place.”

“Sigonia… IV?” Himeko pressed on the panel to show the state of the planet, and March almost blanched. “Wow, it’s…. dry… in there.”

“It’s a desert planet. [Name] was there before, they’re just finishing up in establishing a space anchor so we can head there whenever we’d like.” Himeko explained. “It was added recently to our navigation system around 12 or 13 years ago, and it’s inhabited mainly by two clans. You can ask Mr.Yang or Dan Heng if you’d like to know more about the planet. [Name]’s taken a liking to it.”

“Okay… what are other places that [Name] likes?” She’s curious now, despite having travelled with them for over four months, there wasn’t much that she knew about the mysterious astral express member at all.

“There is another place… they attended the university of Veritas Prime for a while before they quit because they got bored.” Himeko lightly laughed, recalling the memory of you going back to the train after spending a good portion of a year in the university, with you rather childishly stating you’re dropping out because you hated writing a thesis.

“Mr. Yang told me about that place once.. apparently it’s super prestigious.. and [Name] just quit because they got… bored?” Frankly, March was a little.. in disbelief.

While she couldn’t remember her past, she had enough common sense to know that academies like that simply aren’t places where you could just.. dip without a single regard.

But unfortunately, you were… well, you.

“That’s not.. really all there is to the story, even I’m not sure what actually happened, but it’s better for us not to question [Name]’s choices.” Himeko sighed, shaking her head.

“Okay…. Are there any other places that they like aside from a school and a desert planet?”

“I’m… not sure.” Now even Himeko was wondering what you actually liked aside from the things they already know. “I think they mentioned a tavern at one point. Though it’s not exactly one for a vacation spot.”

“What do you mean?” March tilted her head, curious.

“Let’s just say that it’s the kind where bounty hunters often linger around, at least that’s what they told me.” Himeko said without missing a beat, March shivered. “It’s alright, they said most of the people there are well acquainted with them.” She laughed lightly.

“That’s not exactly helping.” March sweatdropped.

“Oh! Looks like they’re done properly establishing the anchor.” Himeko chimed, Sigonia IV finally having a proper route for the express members to properly jump into.

March frowned, her questions haven’t yet been answered. What she got were vague, not pointing to anything personal about you.

Perhaps another day then. Or maybe when she’s braver, she’d ask you herself.

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Part I, Part II, Part III, Part IV, Part V, Part VI, Part VII, part VIII (HERE), Part IX…..

Interlude: one, two…..

Special chapter: link

That’s a wrap for the long awaited chapter 7– I know we didn’t have much of the reader acting here, but I also want to explore the POV of other people and how they perceive you because I think it’s important—

I promise you’ll see the reader in action in the chapter that follows this :))

[svgvru]

𝐒 & 𝐌 : sex in the air, i don't care, i love the smell of it!

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐍𝐄𝐔𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐋 𝐓𝐎, 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔. it was no surprise either, well to those who know you. as the former ruler of teyvat, the king who presided over his sovereigns, it was logical that he would take a knee for you. you were his king, the dragon king. and he learned all sorts of things from you and about you when the two of you had first met during the . . . less kind days of fontaine.

things like: the former hydro sovereign, the prophecy, why he was born in a human form, anything relating to dragons, that you were kind, that you were honest, and that you were cruel. at least in his opinion.

now the kind did outweigh the cruel in most instances, however, the bedroom was a bit of a different story. see, neuvillette is such a loyal servant to you. he had been and always will be. and he's also—pliant. the poor hydro dragon could use some advice from a superior, someone older than him. after all, he is—was an over 500 year old virgin. a person with experience is someone he could benefit positively off of! and you were kind. keyword: "were."

your kisses started off sweet, they were gentle and calming. your hand were careful and soft as they roamed and prepped his body. your words were praises that could raise his ego tenfold. now?

"come now, dear . . . " there resting on your face with cruel smile, masquerading as being sweet. his feet carefully and reluctantly pad towards you. your form was sat on the edge of the bed, legs in a manspread. his eyes catch the glimmer of the blue gem on his cane next to you. he stops in between your legs, chewing on the corner of his lip. "don't hurt yourself," you whisper kissing his lips as your hands torturously slowly take off his clothing.

when you haad given him that glance just hours ago, he knew his "verdict" had been decided. oh how the tables had turned, then again, you were always his king, had they changed specifically with you? "across my legs, dearest."

your voice is soft, yet there's a command in it. therefore—he obeys. just as if he was in court, yet the roles were switched. the culprits had to face their sentence, so did he. his naked body is splayed across your legs. his back in an unintentional arch as his bare ass is on display for you. your hands teasingly trace his spine, except they didn't feel like your hands. it was another thing neuvillette hated during movements like these . . . you wore gloves. he couldn't feel your skin, it made him want to cry!

"what's the safeword?" you ask him, cane now in hand—the cold metal of his sends a shiver down his spine when you trace his skin with it. "h-hydro . . . " neuvillette mumbles. a small smile graces your face.

"good. you get ten strokes . . . that's all. now you will count, every. single. stroke. if you mess up, we'll have to restart, and i'll continue until you get it right. and finally, you are not allowed to cum without permission, is that clear?" your voice is unusually soft, yet if he looked back, he would see the lustful and cruel look in your eyes. "yes. crystal clear." he can practically feel your smile in response to his words. your lips press against his temple gently before his own cane suddenly comes in contact with his skin.

"a-AHN! mhn . . . o-one." luckily, you were using the wooden part of his cane. however, that didn't mean it didn't hurt. the soft paleness of his skin is reddened. a chuckle leaves your lips, "imagine how much more fun this would be if you had a vagina . . . "

his eyes widen at that, never had he thought you'd be into that kind of thing. nor did he think those words would leave your lips. the worst part however, was how it turned him on. his neglected cock twitches against your thigh at the words. "oh? is that appealing to you? having a woman's genitals? hm, i wonder . . . how wet would you be after one stroke? soaked? or perhaps you'd try and hold it in, hm?" your series of questions only makes his face burn more.

a smile graces your face as you can hear the pitter patter of the rain drops on the windowsill. your questions were terrible, but he wanted to know. he wondered what it would be like if you were torturing him with a vagina instead of a penis.

"it's raining already, dear. i've barely even started . . . " you tease and chuckle at him. "a-apologies, my king," he stutters, gripping onto the cloth of your pants. "forgiven."

there's a brief moment of silence after that. he wonders if you're enjoying the sight of him, or if you're teasing him. he turns to look at you, the words on his lips interrupted. "your majes—aAaahHhN!" he moans as the wood strikes his skin again. the skin of his ass a deep red. "t-two! mhn—!" he feels the material of the gloves, grope and massage his fresh stroke, a wince leaving his lips at the touch. "good," you coo. "such a good servant i have . . . "

the strokes continue, the wood striking dangerously close to his full and red balls, the ones you refuse to let him empty. "ah—my kinnnghH!" he'll sob with his lips trembling.

he pleads as if he could get out of this situation. well—he could; however, he doesn't. he refuses to use that fated safeword. no—he loves it. as much as he hates the pain, he loves it. especially because he's being punished by you, his king. he'd gladly let you ruin him in exchange for no one else being able to experience you like this. to which you fullfil his wishes. "ssss—seven!" he yelps.

the cane stops in the air. "seven?" you ask him. that was wrong, you weren't on seven. "y-yes?" neuvillette starts to question his answer, and when in his peripheral vision he sees your eyes give him a sympathetic look—he knew he was wrong.

your hand grips the base of his horns, a whimper leaving his lips as you pull his head up "ngh—ugh!" his lips tremble at the force, especially on his horns. because despite no dragon, including you, saying it . . . your horns were sensitive—specifically the base of them. "six, darling. it was six." you really do feel bad for the citizens of fontaine, plagued with this rough rain, but this was a sight you needed to see.

the hydro sovereign, back arched and tip leaking onto the floor, his eyes nearly rolled back, and fat tears streaming down his now red cheeks. his head hands, a small puddle of drool growing on the floor from him.

such a powerful being, reduced to nothing for his king, he truly is loyal. and yet, he isn't even done!

sobs rack his frame as he desperately keeps track, having to start over once more in the midst of this. his lower eyelids were red and puffy, stained with tears as he finally finished correctly. "TEN! ten, it's ten!" he whines. oh, he looks so beautiful!

you chuckle and finally put the cane down. looking beneath you, a puddle of pre-cum is in your sight; however, he hasn't cum yet! his listening skills were quite admirable, if you had only had his skills millenia ago. "i suppose you finally deserve my touch," you mumble, and the man in your lap visibly perks up at that comment. "p-pleashh! i desir—i want . . . i—!" his effort in forming words were quite adorable to you. "shh, i understand," you interrupt his words.

taking off your gloves, you touch his soft skin for the first time that night. neuvillette whimpers in happiness at the warmth of your hands—the skin to skin contact.

your hands knead his soft and sore skin, cooing to him as you do, whispering words of pride for him. your fingertips, calloused from war and past experiences, trail along his spine, simply touching him. "calm enough?" you chuckle, "i'm sure you dying to cum . . . get on the bed." neuvillette hurries onto the bed, wincing at the lingering pain. but he remains on his stomach, as up for you.

moving the cane from the bed, you crawl onto it, hovering over him. a smile is on your face as you hear the rain die down. it's not as rough as a few minutes ago, just a drizzle . . . although, that would likely change in less than a minute.

neuvillette feels two of your thick fingers touch the rim of his hole. your index slips in easily, your middle stretches him, testing how loose he is. "how long did you play with your ass, hm? that needy for your king? all you had to do was call my name . . . " your voice turns to a low whisper, his cheeks reddened before he watches you grab the bottle of lube.

he hears your pants unzip and fall, your lands lubing your cock for him. carlessly tossing the bottle wherever you lean over him.

"are you ready?" neuvillette feverishly nods, even poking his as out more for you. a smile leaves your lips as you press your tip to the rim, well your first tip. the second one is light pressing agsins his balls, leaking pre cum.

slowly but surely, you pushed your first cock inside of him, the other rubbing against his own cock. "ooooOOh! a-AH!" the dragon below you whines, you're quite surprised he hasn't completely lost control of his human form. it wouldn't be a surprise if he did.

and just as your thoughts ends, his hands claw at the sheets, turning light blue. all the way up to his elbows was there the color of the water before it ended, the color gradient and fading into his normal human skin color. the marks of hydro on his arms appear, his light blue tail flows as he looses control of his form. his back arched beautifully for you. he hears you laugh quietly at him, whining quietly at your hand stroking him. "are you ready?" your soft voice rings in his ears. "yes . . . "

he whimpers when he feels you lean down and kiss the nape of his neck. he feels your hips retract, his walls gripping your cock. "are you trying to break my dick? calm yourself," you chuckle and slam your cock back into him.

"a-apologies!" he chokes out, eyes crossed. "oh—you're so b-big!" your cock feels like a heaven he shouldn't be permitted to. it felt so good. every inch of his body has memorized you, just as you have him. your cock rubbing against his prostate felt like a gift from the gods. then again, you—you are his god. it didn't help that your second cock was frotting tips with his. your precum mix and fall with your thrusts, his legs trembling as it becomes harder to resist cumming. "you've taken it before, your alright," you coo.

full, was a word to describe this moment. although, the word 'pain' could be included. your hips roughly slap against his already sore skin, his ass jiggling with each thrust, his pale lips trembling. pain, is the word he could use to describe his need. the need to cum that he hasn't been granted. the both of you are sure his balls are red, his tip matching angrily as he desprately needs to cum. neuvillette sniffs, small tears spilling from his eyes. this always happens. the most he's every shown is emotion, is during sex.

but he couldn't curse it, he couldn't beg for it to stop . . . if it was his king granting him a way to express himself he'd gladly welcome it. "cum . . . may i? ple-please?!"

a sob is accompanied with his words. although, it is warranted. how could he not cry when you've purposefully angled yourself so your cock rams into his prostate. the downpour of rain continues, and neuvillette was going to loose his mind. "please! your maj—ngh! a-AH! my king! i—" he was prepared to plead and cry, anything to receive your cum and his own release.

"go on." his glossy eyes widen, he hadn't actually expected you to say yes. you had been cruel to him lately. what had changed? "put on your listening ears, dearest . . . "

"cum."

a loud whine and a cry of your title leaves his lips. his body shivers, his claws tearing at the light blue sheets, and his hole milking your cock. you grunt, roughly slamming your hips into him once more, eyes rolling back as you cum. when you frott tips neuvillette cums as well, a load of yours dumped inside of him and a load onto him.

"hah . . . thank you," neuvillette mumbles, blinking his low-lidded eyes. "thankyouthankyouthankyou!"

it was adorable . . . how he'd always thank you for allowing him to cum. "always so polite, hm?" you grin and kiss his temple, gently wiping his tears. "you're welcome, my love." a smalle smile grows on his face at the nickname.

the soft sounds of rain die down, a few sniffs still left in the hydro dragon below you. he's such a good servant to you, perhaps even the most loyal! well, morax might have him beat . . . but as a warm hole for you who's always ready, neuvillette takes the cake. "let's clean you up, hm? i won't make you cry anymore—tonight." neuvillette whines at your last words, but he's proud of himself for taking his punishment.

wait—what was he being punished for?

[otomiyaa]

Ticklish Dan Heng Imbibitor Lunae x Reader

Erotic🔞 + 49. Please don't tell me you heard that. Requested by anon for my 1K Followers Event🌻

Warning: this thing surpassed what I usually call a 'drabble' and turned into a 1.8K fic or whatever you'd call this shite😌

Long, elegant hair.

Majestic, translucent green horns.

Bright green eyes that stared into your soul.

The cutest pointy ears!

Your boyfriend's Vidyadhara form was really something else. Not that he would often show you.

Which you respected of course. Dan Heng was just 'himself', as he would say it. The way he looked when you got to know him, the day you joined the crew of the Astral Express. The way most people knew him; short hair, black turtleneck along with a white and green-colored coat.

Nothing wrong with that. In fact, that was just the way he looked when you first fell for him too. But when you got to know his true form, the one resembling a dragon. Well fuck.

"Never?"

March 7th asked you in disbelief. You nodded. The two of you had been chatting in your room over some tea when the topic came up, and you explained to her that Dan Heng was never in his dragon form with you around.

"Never when we are alone. At least, not when I am looking."

"Not even when...?" She grinned in a certain way and immediately giggled. Ah, the dirty girl. You chuckled and shook your head.

"Never," you said again, and you sighed. In the time you dated him, already past the 1-year mark to be exact, he didn't turn into his true form when it was just the two of you, and you were too shy to ask.

It was like asking a normal human boyfriend to get naked or peel off his skin. Then again, he would easily transform in the heat of a battle. Maybe it was too personal to ask, or rather than asking him to get naked it could equal to asking him to get into his battle form. No, you really had no idea.

"That's too bad. I think I saw him a few times in that form. He's really beautiful," March said.

"That would be only twice for me, in battle. I don't know, maybe I should just ask. But I don't want to offend him and make things awkward."

"He's your boyfriend. I'm sure you can be honest!" March cheered you up, and you smiled.

"Thank you. Maybe you're right," you said, not entirely convinced but glad she sounded supportive.

"Well then, I should go. Call me when you want to talk more, or if you need my help to convince Dan Heng into transforming more. I have my ways," March said cheerfully as you guided her to the door.

"Hehe yeah, thanks!" You opened the door, and both you and March yelped in surprise to see Dan Heng standing there.

"Oh h-hi dear! You're... early?" you said nervously, but you checked the time and realized he wasn't early, but you were late. Your chat with March had completely distracted you and caused you to forget the time you would told Dan Heng you'd be in his room. It got so late he came to pick you up!

Dan Heng humbly shrugged. "May I come in?"

March shot him a glance and hopped away, giggling. "Have a nice evening you two!" she chirped.

You blushed as Dan Heng came into your messy room. You quickly kicked at some of the mess on the floor and shyly shot him a glance before turning your back towards him in embarrassment.

"Sorry about the mess. Also... Please don't tell me you heard that. What was just said, I mean- uh... were you waiting a long time?" you asked nervously, hoping he didn't overhear your girl talk with March that was specifically about him.

"I didn't."

"....Really?"

"Really. I have no idea what you're talking about," Dan Heng said, and you sighed in relief and turned to face him again.

"Alright then, it wasn't much anywa-YAH?!" you squeaked when before you stood Dan Heng... in... his Vidyadhara form! Eh?!

"Dan Heng..." You gaped at him. He was truly beautiful, but...

"Why are you..?" you wondered, but Dan Heng merely shrugged and moved his long hair over his shoulder as if he didn't know what to do with himself in this form if it wasn't using his powers for battle.

"Just... felt like it."

You could see a blush on his cheeks.

"Are you sure you didn't hear anything just now?" you asked, knowing this couldn't be a coincidence. You were talking about it and he literally transformed moments after! But he shook his head again.

"I didn't." That little liar! Not that you minded.... You slowly stepped towards him as he kept just standing there. He didn't look uncomfortable showing you this form, but he did seem.... a little shy.

"Actually I never saw you like this.. from up close, I mean," you said, carefully reaching out to touch his cheek.

"Is this okay?" you asked. Seemed like it was. He even leaned into your touch like a cuddly cat, ah, so cute.

"It's okay," he said. You reached for his ear and softly brushed your finger along his pointy ear. He shuddered visibly and even let out a little sigh.

"So you really wanted to transform, just because?" you asked curiously, now reaching for his other ear too. They were so cute... Dan Heng nodded and his shoulders were shaking a little.

"Yehes, just b-because."

You started to feel less shy now he was being like this, especially when he stumbled backwards and clumsily sat down on your bed. You moved down as well and settled yourself in his lap. With both hands you moved his long hair behind his shoulders and lightly caressed his neck with soft wiggling fingers, hoping it would tickle. It did.

"I see, what a coincidence," you said, watching the beautiful smile on his face.

"S-so you mahahay stohohop nohohow," he laughed politely. You may stop now, really? He was adorable.

"Because it tickles?" you wondered, and you went back to tickling his ears. Dan Heng gasped and tried to scrunch up his shoulders, but it didn't help him much.

"It d-doesn't hehe, juhuhust... Ahh!" Eep, was that a little moan? Straddling him, you could feel him writhe and squirm beneath you, and you were wondering if you were imagining it, or was that a little bulge you felt? Was he really getting hard now... already?

"So, it doesn't tickle? And you didn't overhear my conversation either? To think that a day would come when you tell me these lies with a straight face," you said teasingly, and to surprise him you moved both your hands down and tickled his sides.

"AHhah!" Dan Heng cried out and bucked his hips. You bounced on top of him but managed to keep your balance.

"Noho-wait- ahahack! Dohohon't!" Dan Heng tried to keep his cool, but instead of managing to chase you off him, he merely fell back. His long hair looked elegant around him as he arched his back, his hands prying at yours. He was breathing heavily and a deep blush could be seen on his cheeks.

"Baby...." Entranced, you continued to tickle him.

"Plehease," Dan Heng moaned. You had never seen him this erotic before. He was moaning and panting, and suddenly his breathing quickened.

You instinctively reached down and felt the bulge in his pants. Dan Heng let out squeaky moan and shook his head.

"D-don't look- ahh," he managed to say. "It's e-embarrassing- hngh!" You rubbed the bulge in his pants and were surprised he was already so hard.

"Please allow me," you begged. He looked so erotic, yet so embarrassed. Was Dan Heng in this form, uh, hornier? More sensitive maybe? Was that why he was reluctant to show you, before he overheard your talk with March? Maybe.

Dan Heng nodded but covered his face with his hand. "If you must," he said, causing you to laugh.

"Now now baby, don't be like this. I'll only make you feel good. But if you want me to stop for real, please tell me clearly."

No answer came to that, and when he lifted his hips so you could undress him more easily, you knew he was just embarrassed but not against it.

Your eyes widened when you saw how hard he was and he looked, well yeah.. larger than his usual erection. To think he had been hiding this from you for over a year.

Still covering his eyes, Dan Heng shook his head. "Don't stare at it."

Pffft! To tease him, you lightly tickled his inner thigh, very close to the base of his dick, and you were surprised to hear a loud giggly moan coming from him.

"NAhah! Whahat- hehe?" he giggled adorably, moving one hand from his face to look at you with one eye, which looked like it had teared up a little.

"You said don't stare at it, so I'm tickling you," you said, moving the tickling from his thigh to the huge erection itself. You lightly scribbled your fingers against it, giggling when Dan Heng shuddered and moaned. At this point it didn't even tickle him, he just felt so much pleasure.

"P-please- ah," Dan Heng moaned, moving his hips slightly as you stroked him firmly.

"Please, what?" you asked curiously. Was he still going to be embarrassed about this?

"Please, don't stop." Oh, he wasn't! With a smile on your face, you continued to pleasure him.

"Don't worry, I won't stop," you reassured, and to add to that, you started tickling him again, his inner thigh and hip, while you continued to stroke him, and Dan Heng's giggly moans and heavy wheezes were everything to turn you on to the fullest as well.

It didn't take long before he came all over you - his orgasm huge, sticky and long - and you watched him in amazement. That was quite a mystical orgasm, if you had to describe it in some way. Dan Heng stared at you, finally uncovering his face entirely.

"You don't hate it?"

Oh, huh? You shook your head to awaken from your trance. "W-what?"

"This. I'm different like this. You don't hate it?" Dan Heng asked. He was still breathing heavily. With the blush on his face, tears in his eyes and the eh... Your eyes scanned his body and tried to focus on his face again. The cum all over his stomach... He looked too erotic for his own good.

"Of course I don't hate it. I love it," you said, and you leaned down and gave him a kiss. He kissed you back with passion.

"That's a relief," he muttered breathlessly before kissing you even more. You still didn't understand everything about his Vidyadhara form, except that he appeared more sensitive (and erotic?!) than in his everyday form, but still.

You were glad and loved that he finally showed the real him to you. So much that you would let him get away with his silly lies. Even the next day, Dan Heng claimed he did not overhear your chat with March, and that he 'just felt like' finally transforming by your side. Such a lovely little liar!

[rakkaseip]

Can I request headcanons for Astarion reacting to GN reader who's straightforward & always asks for consent/confirmation? Like they misunderstand easily so they always ask for clarification especially when the person they're talking is beating around the bush/being subtle, & they want to be sure with the person that they have permission/the person truly doesn't mind (because they have encountered people telling them to do something even the person is uncomfortable about it) to do a specific task even if the person is the only who requested!

Astarion With a Straightforward Reader

Notes: Hope this is right, if there's anything wrong let me know! Kept it completely gender neutral! CW: mentions of Astarion's past, sexual themes

He's very confused at first, he's not used to people caring about his consent. It's foreign to him but definitely not unwelcome!

He feels bad at first, especially after trying to use you for his own gain.

When you continuously ask if he's sure about intimacy he'll tell you you're overthinking yourself and act sassy, but it actually makes him swoon.

He loves that you care about his consent so much you have to keep asking, even if it's about kissing.

He holds your face with his hand and kisses your forehead, reassuring you that yes, it's okay.

"Astarion, are you sure it's okay if I kiss you?" you ask , slightly nervous. You study his face, looking into his eyes and body language to see any hesitation. He lets out a huff and smiles at you sweetly, "Why, darling, of course it's okay." he tells you softly, as he snakes his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him. "Are you sure? It's okay if you don't want to, I won't be mad I promise." He looks into your eyes lovingly, his gaze holds nothing but pure love and adoration. "I want to, my love." Before you can ask again, he lifts your chin and kisses you softly. It felt like forever, so much love and care just in one kiss, it made his heart melt. He pulls away to admire you with half lidded eyes, his thumb touching your bottom lip. "I do rather like that, you know." He whispers, before pulling you back in again.

And when he changes his mind, he worries for a moment, what if you get upset? When you tell him it's okay and you're not gonna make him do anything that makes him uncomfortable, he feels a wave of relief wash over him.

He reassures you that he won't tell you he wants to do something when he doesn't, he doesn't want you to feel guilt like that with him.

You and Astarion were in the middle of a heated moment, almost half naked, hands all over each other. Kissing lead to hair tugging, to light grinding, to full on making out. Astarion started to feel uneasy, thinking about his past victims. His stomach started to turn, he was no longer in the mood. But how was he going to tell you now? You'd be disappointed, he'd hate to upset his love. What if you abandoned him for Gale? He began hesitating with each kiss you exchanged, the thoughts overwhelming him. Sensing this, you pull away and look into his eyes with worry. "My love, why did you stop? Did I do something?" Astarion asked, almost too quickly. He was terrified in this moment, terrified you would hate him. "Are you sure you want to do this? If you're uncomfortable please tell me, dear." You speak softly as you distance yourself slightly from him and hold his hand, your thumb caressing his knuckles. "No- well, I don't know, I started thinking about.." He paused before heaving a heavy sigh, "Cazador, and his victims and-" he stopped his rambling and looked at you in fear. "Are you going to leave me because I stopped? We can keep going if it'll make you happy." He says as he attempts to reinitiate, but you stop him. "No, Astarion, I won't leave you. It's okay I promise. I'm not going to leave you, I would never leave you over this." You hold his face with both of your hands, he looks as if he could cry at any moment, he was so delicate and brittle in your hands. "It's okay to say no, I promise I'm not mad." You reassure him once more, and he smiles. He doesn't know what he was so worried about when he has someone like you.

[junicult]

the bachelors and their thoughts on tattoos and piercings?? and if they have any/want any

!! the bachelors & tattoos / piercings

contains ; talk of piercings / tattoos. farmer has piercings tattoos (not specified). sfw. one minor nsfw comment in shanes (i seriously can’t help myself).

note ; i made this super quickly in literally like 10 mins😭

harvey

- he doesn’t have either.

- and he doesn’t plan on ever getting them.

- i don’t think he necessarily hates them, (on other people at least) but it’s not something he personally seeks out. like, if you just so happen to have tattoos or piercings, he doesn’t care.

- …he might be the type that doesn’t really like extensive amounts of facial piercings, tho.

- at least, if he met you and you already had those piercings, he might not want to seek a further relationship.

- if you’re already together, and extremely committed, you wanting piercings or tattoos wouldn’t change how he loves you.

- if he did have any piercings, they’d probably just be his ears. but i can’t even picture him getting any.

sam.

- LMFAO i just know he’s the person that doesn’t have any tattoos, but he constantly talks about all the tattoo’s he wants to get. (me)

- piercings, however, are a different story🤭

- he started off simple by getting his earlobe pierced for sure. definitely thought it was very “rockstar” to have.

- overtime he got a few more, (all of which taken place in sebastian’s basement), such as an upper lobe & orbital.

- and he definitely has an industrial. ik it.

- it’s probably healed too which is crazy.

- also, i think it’d be cute for him to just have a dainty little hoop on his nostril.

- when it comes to his partner, he couldn’t care less if they have any piercings / tattoos or not.

- butttt he thinks they’re so attractive. piercings especially.

- lip piercings if we’re being even more specific. ik that if u had snake bites, or an ashley piercing…phew.

- it just gives him an excuse to stare at ur lips lol.

- i feel like he would want to have his nipples pierced, but he’d never go through with it.

- same reason why he doesn’t have any tattoos.

- in general, because he skateboards and stuff, i feel like he’s immune to scratches and scrapes.

- he was also definitely the kind of kid that always had his arm in a cast or something.

- but i’ll still die on this hill: he has a low pain tolerance.

- sebastian can attest to it.

- mf is constantly squirming each time the needle even approaches his skin.

shane.

- he’s more of a tattoo kind of person then piercings.

- is it safe to say i think the majority of his are from when he was drunk😭?

- his pain tolerance is fairly high. he’s got a couple tattoo’s, that’s for sure.

- one on his arm of something gridball related to reminisce back on those days, and one on his back or maybe chest.

- of what? he doesn’t even know.

- as for piercings, definitely his regular & upper earlobes. he never changes the jewelry, it’ll always be that.

- i feel like he also has a daith just bc he heard it helps w migraines 😭

- but he is totally attracted to piercings.

- have any kind of facial piercings you want, he doesn’t care.

- but he’s an absolute sucker for body piercings, whether you have them or not.

- if u have ur belly button pierced, or even…u know…ur nipples dare i say; lord😭😭

- if ur dating, believe me he’s not ignoring those.

- when he sees u naked for the first time, or for the first time after u got those pierced—he’d be such a little asshole.

- “oh, these are nice.” he just raises his eyebrows, smirking down. “they healed?”

- if they are then…well. you already know.

- also he’s a sucker for a tramp stamp😭

- those were so popular in the 90s ik he’d lose his mind if u had one.

sebastian.

- pelican town’s unofficial piercer.

- lord.

- aside from multiple stick and pokes when he was in his teens, he doesn’t have any tattoos.

- they’re all definitely of things he looks back on and physically cringes. he doesn’t even tell people he has them, (besides sam & abby who were around when he was in that phase)

- the only reason you’d find out about them is if you saw them and asked him about it.

- as for piercings, he’s decked out.

- i’m talking lobes, orbital, helix, industrial, daith, conch. his ears are HEAVY.

- his eyebrow, nose, and lip is pierced too.

- his eyebrow might be one of his favs, and i also wholeheartedly believe that was his first ever piercing on himself when he was like 16. he stuck with it since.

- he also just has a nostril hoop. it’s black ofc.

- and…his lip piercing…

- a vertical labret 🤭🤭🤭.

- & u can disagree with me on this, but i’d like to think all of his piercings are properly cared for, cleaned, and healed. he’s not wasting any time caring for an infection.

- i also wanna say he has a few that he’s taken out as he’s gotten older.

- like his bridge piercing. he had it for a couple years before he decided to take it out, so he has a little scar there.

- i feel like abby has snake bites, which convinced him to get snake bites at one point. but when he got his labret, he took those out.

- lastly, i definitely think he had a septum at one point, but pretty quickly he realized it just didn’t suit him so he took it out.

- as for his partner, if you had any piercings—he doesn’t care. why would he?

- he’s incredibly impartial. whether you have them or don’t.

- but let me tell you…if you don’t have any, he’ll gladly change that if you ever asked😇😇

alex.

- he has none.

- zilch. zero.

- he’s not the biggest fan of a ton of piercings. unfortunately i feel like he was raised in that kind of household, so he was conditioned to feel the same way (we’ve all met george).

- like, if you have ur ears pierced or maybe one little face piercing, i don’t think he’d mind that much.

- it definitely depends on how much he likes you.

- if he met you while you had face piercings, he’d probably judge you by cover.

- but if you slowly got them after you’ve been dating a while, i feel like that’s when he’s realize how attractive they can be.

- if you got your lip pierced, and he got to see how plump your lips get from swelling—that might drive him crazy.

- everytime he leans in for a kiss you’d have to pull away, tutting, “ah-ah, no kissing.”

- it’s like ur torturing him.

- and if you ever convinced him to get a piercing, he’d only allow his ears.

- for tattoos, i think it’d be so sweet to imagine him wanting one that linked to his mom.

- like something she’s said before, a nickname she gave him, maybe even if she had a tattoo he’d get the same one.

- because he’s not that emotionally available, he never told anyone.

- not until u asked, and since he’s trusts you more then anyone, he doesn’t mind being vulnerable to you.

elliot.

- he has both.

- but his are just so beautiful that you’d literally see them on pinterest, y’know?

- he’s so tasteful with his piercings and tattoos.

- he’s a patchwork fan. like small separate tattoos on his arms and torso.

- each of which have meaning to him in someway.

- and his piercings are soo small and dainty. (GOLD TOO. he’s strictly gold.)

- he has a little stud on his nostril, and his ears are similar to sebastian’s.

- but he’s much more organized then anyone else. his piercings all took place over time, and they’re all matched. he’s a strict gold jewelry person.

- it just makes him look so clean and put together.

- when it comes to you, he in general doesn’t care whether you have them or not.

- physical attraction isn’t the biggest deal to him. so what if you do / don’t have piercings.

- but he can definitely appreciate if you’re just as dedicated to your jewelry / tattoos as he is.

[wakandas-vibranium]

Wednesday Nights || Part One

Pairing: Pre-outbreak!Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+, minors DNI, smutty smut, phone sex, dirty talk, teasing, swearing, sex work

Word count: 3.5k

Summary: As a single parent of an active kid Joel’s funds were tight, so he needed to find a quick way to make more income and surprisingly, you could make good money being a phone sex operator.

A/N: I kept daydreaming about Joel being a PSO. When I went to search for related fics I couldn’t find any so I wrote one :) Please like, comment and reblog!

part two

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part five

Your nerves deteriorated with each passing minute. It was almost ten o'clock. On most days, the time didn't matter, but today was Wednesday. Wednesday nights were highly essential for you. 

For the past five months, you've been making late-night phone calls to talk to a specific phone sex operator named Jay. You had a sneaking suspicion that "Jay" wasn't actually his name, but you didn’t let that bother you. You understood that the operators were obligated to follow certain procedures for their own safety. 

Except for the few small truths he told you, Jay's personal life was a vast mystery to you. All you gathered about him from your extensive conversations was that he was a man in his early thirties from the southern parts of the United States who enjoyed a good cup of coffee before starting his day. He never specified where in the south he grew up, but the Texan drawl sounded too genuine to be artificial.

On Wednesdays, Jay only worked until 11 o'clock, so the two of you came to the conclusion fairly early on that you should dial in a little after 10 in order to ensure that you were his final call of the day.

You managed to calm your nerves by doing a little dance. You twirled in circles until you found yourself standing in front of your full-length mirror that was intentionally placed in front of your bed. You stopped dancing and stood there, appreciating your half-naked figure in the mirror as you waited for the clock to strike 10:03. 

You weren't sure why you always ended up so nervous around this time of the week. You'd been doing this for a while now, but it was just something about Jay that turned you into the shyest little thing.

You looked downright delicious in your baby blue lingerie. You brought it this afternoon along with a new toy. It wasn't like Jay could see it, but your imagination ran wild. Your breasts sat flawlessly in the laced blue bra. You looked like a fucking snack. 

If only you could meet Jay in person, you thought, sighing in disappointment. You eyed the clock and shook the negative thoughts from your head before you ended up in a funk. It was time to dial in. 

You were already drained from the week's stressors, and there were still two more days to go. You were in your last year of graduate school and utterly stumped on your thesis. You were sick of doing research, reading, typing, crying, and everything else that came with being a grad student. At this point, all you wanted to do was talk to Jay for as long as you possibly could and get off. 

You called in, waiting for the main operator to ask you who you wanted to be transferred to. She answered in her usual upbeat voice. You answered her question and before you knew it the line was being transferred to Jay. You held your breath on every ring, as you always did, until Jay picked up. Unexpectedly, a memory of your very first call came flooding back.

9:58pm five months ago

Valentine’s Day

Ring. Ring. Click. 

“Decompress until there’s a mess,” a cheerful woman said as she answered your call and you fought back a cackle at that ridiculous ass slogan. “Who would you like to speak to tonight?”

“Umm…this is my first time calling, so I’m not really sure.” you admitted.

“That’s alright, sugar,” the woman assured softly. “Let’s start with the simple stuff. Do you have a preference for gender or ethnicity?” 

“Umm, well, ethnicity doesn’t matter, but I’d like to speak with a man.”

“Okay. We’re getting somewhere. What kind of man?” 

“Someone with an accent.” 

“What kind of accent? We have ‘em all here, sugar.” 

The constant use of the pet name actually eased your nerves. Your shyness was depleting while your confidence was rising. 

“A southern accent?”

You had a slight accent kink since you could remember. You appreciated all accents, but there was something extra sweet about southern men and the way they could hold a conversation. Maybe it was because you grew up in the south too. 

“Louisiana?” The operator asked as she typed away at her computer. By the sound of her taps, her nails must have been quite long. You bet they looked as pretty as she sounded. 

“More of a Texan accent please.” You insisted, nibbling your bottom lip as you waited for her to find someone. 

“That’ll be Jay then.” 

“It looks like he’s finishing up another call,” she informed. “Do you mind waiting on hold for a few minutes before I transfer you?” 

“No, I don’t mind. Thank you.” 

“Okay. Placing you on hold now.”

You were on hold for maybe forty five seconds. The wait music stopped abruptly and the line rang four times before a sultry voice spoke. “Hello, darlin’.” 

And fuuuuuuuck. 

The sultry twang of his voice sounded like toe curling, earth shattering, raw sex.

You went to say hello, but for some reason you forgot how your mouth worked. You palmed your forehead, wincing.

How embarrassing. 

“Hello?” he said, tone shifting slightly. 

“Hi.” you finally whispered, palms somewhat shaking. You never did anything like this. Thank god he couldn’t see how much of a nervous wreck you were. You weren’t a virgin, but you didn’t have that many sexual experiences. There was plenty left for you to learn. 

“Sorry,” you continued, swallowing the lump in your throat. “This is my first time doing something like this and I’m a little nervous.” you admitted, shifting in the computer chair, spreading your legs. 

“I understand. We can take it slow, okay?” 

“Okay.” you nodded as if he could fucking see you. 

“My name is Jay. What’s your name?” 

“Y/N.” you blurted, without thinking. Were you supposed to give him a fake name?

He chuckled softly, “That your real name, darlin’?”

“Yeah,” you sighed deeply. “It is actually.”

“Well, Y/N is such a pretty name.” He complimented. 

“Thank you.” you smiled, shoulders relaxing as you began to twirl in your chair. 

“How old are you?” Jay asked. 

“I’ll be 28 next month,” you revealed, slipping into a more seductive voice now that your nerves were further away, “How old are you?” 

“I’ll be 31 later in September.” 

“Ah, so you’re a Libra man?” you teased. You weren’t super into astrology, but you knew the basics and looked at compatibility charts every now and then. 

“Am I now?” he laughed.

“You are and I’m an Aries. Apparently we’re very compatible.” 

“Is that right?”

“Yeah.”

“You believe that?” He retorted.

“Sort of.” you mumbled, half shrugging. 

“I think we’ll find out in a lil’ bit.” Jay purred. You pulled the phone away from your ear as you shivered in anticipation. You were already wet for him. 

Goddamn. He already had you hooked

“Evenin’ darlin’,” Jay answered warmly on the third ring. 

“Hi,” you responded, beaming up at yourself in the mirror. Jeez all it took was a simple greeting from Jay to have you smiling from ear to ear. “How has your day been?” 

“It’s been alright. Even better now though.” He said, already flirting. 

“I’m wearin’ the blue lace lingerie we looked at last week.” You blurted, getting straight to the point. You usually talked about regular things, but you were pent up and needed him to do what he was perfect at and make you a soaking wet mess. 

“Ohh,” he exhaled sharply, “I wish I could watch you model it for me, Y/N.” He was always so good and going with the flow. He always made sure to give you what you needed. After all, that was what you were paying him for. It was left unspoken that you both forgot that this was a transaction a few months ago. 

“I bought a toy, too.” 

“What kind?” He perked up, even more interested.

“You got your laptop open?”

“Mmhmm.” he replied.

“Go to www.lovegasm.com.”

You listened to the pad of his fingers fall against the laptop keys as he followed your instructions. You ignored the fact that you were lowkey jealous of the keyboard that got to feel how his fingers felt against them. 

“Okay. I’m there.” 

“Click on the drop-down in the left hand corner.” 

“Okay.”

“Then click on ‘for women’ then select ‘dildos’.” you instructed, you slid off your shawl, moving over to the edge of the bed to give him and the page a few extra seconds to load before asking, “You there?”

“Yep. Which one am I looking for?”

“Right column. Sixth one down.” 

“I see,” he said, humming in excitement. 

“Look familiar?” You asked, giggling softly as you laid back on your bed, spreading your thighs. 

“A bit.” he admitted, unable to hide the smile in his voice. You could hear it clear as day. It was another small thing you looked forward to. 

“I can’t wait to feel yo—it inside me, Jay.” you caught yourself, but it was too late. He’d already heard you and his cock twitched in response. 

“No, you were right the first time, baby.” he said, kind of muffled, grunting softly as he raised his arms, removing his shirt and unbuckling his belt. 

“I’m a bit thicker towards the top so we’re gonna have to finger you open, so that I can slide in perfectly.” 

“Okay. Do you want me to take off my panties?” 

“No,” he said, inhaling sharply. “Pull them to the side and rub your clit for me.”

You obeyed, pulling your panties to the side and slowly rubbed your clit with your middle finger, sighing softly. 

“How wet are you?”

“Honestly,” you breathed deeply, running a finger down your slick slit. “I’ve been wet for you all day, Jay.” He groaned deeply at your admission, thick cock swelling in his pants. 

“You’re gonna cum twice for me tonight, Y/N. First on my fingers, then on my cock.” 

Your mouth fell open in a silent gasp. He knew you loved when he talked to you that way. It helped you get off even more. 

“Got it?”

“Mmhmm.”

“Repeat it.” he demanded, growling softly in your ear. You stopped breathing for a second. Completely turned on by the rough tone he was taking with you. 

God he knew what you liked so well. 

“I’m cummin’ twice tonight. On your fingers, then on your cock.” You repeated, voice deep with arousal. You whimpered softly, rubbing faster as you felt that coil deep in your belly loosen a smidge. You were getting closer to the edge. 

“Good girl.” he praised, making you sigh deeply and even more of a puddle. 

“Slide a finger inside you,” he instructed, “Slow pumps.” 

You obeyed, pushing in your middle finger, massaging your folds gradually. Although the motion was effective, it wasn’t sufficient. It didn't push you very far at all. You needed more. 

“Can I add another finger, baby?” You asked, moaning louder as you rubbed your clit in wide slow circles, getting wetter by the second.

“Go ahead,” said Jay, granting you permission.

You added another finger, pumping faster. Now you were getting somewhere.

“Jay,” you moaned softly, grinding down on your fingers as you sped up just a little. 

“I love the way you moan for me.” he praised, grunting softly as he popped the button open on his jeans and unzipped them. The faint sound of his zipper being pulled down made your nipples harden almost painfully. 

“Shit Jay, I wish these were your fingers.” you admitted, sinking your teeth into your bottom lip, shyness long gone. You closed your eyes, picturing Jay’s fingers inside of you, while his free hand held pressure on your lower stomach. You listened to him pull his jeans down some. 

“I know baby,” he groaned, palming his hard cock through his boxers, “So do I.” 

“Keep rubbin’ your clit for me,” like the good and dutiful girl you were, you obeyed, rubbing your bundle of nerves in tight, fast circles. Your other fingers were busy pumping in and out of your tight hole. 

It was weird at this angle, but you added a third finger and curled them up. Your thighs trembled as you fingered and rubbed yourself harder. Jay could hear how soaked you were for him and pulled his cock out, thumbing the bead of precum before stroking it lazily. You were always so wet for him and he oh so badly craved to taste it. 

He inhaled sharply before letting a single command fall past his lips, “Cum.” 

“Fuuuuck!” you moaned loudly as you came, body jerking against the bed as you worked yourself slower. 

“That’s it, baby,” Jay purred lowly, talking you through a well anticipated orgasm. “Let it out for me.” You were gonna have to change your sheets, but you couldn’t care less at the moment. You were sex crazed. 

One down. One more to go. 

Jay’s hand locked down painfully on his cock, stopping himself from almost cumming. “Now grab my cock and put it in your mouth.” Jay said, taking a steadying, deep breath. The sounds you made when you came always got to him. The sinful whimpers and desperate grunts you let out damn near made him go feral with lust. 

You palmed the silicone cock and brought it to your lips, licking up the veiny shaft before taking it into your mouth. 

“Suck it, baby. Let me hear it.” He cupped his dick loosely, starting back up with slow strokes. He had to be careful. 

You sucked the head while simultaneously pulling on the base, making the tip tug at your plump lips.

“Mmhmm,” he moaned, encouraging you to take him deeper. You tilted your head to get a better angle and took the fake cock as deep as you could, bobbing your head up and down, moaning loudly. When you choked, Jay growled. “Fuuuck, baby! You take me so well.” 

“You’re so wet for me, baby,” Jay said, panting sharply, “I can hear it. Go ahead and push me in. I know that I’ll fit easily.” 

“Goddamnit Jay,” you cursed, letting the dildo fall from your stretched lips with a loud pop, slapping your inner thigh hard enough to leave it aching in the morning.

“What?” He asked, snickering softly because he already knew the answer. 

“You just always know what to say.” you praised, gasping softly as you pushed the cock inside you, all the way to the hilt. He was right. It stretched you, but you were so wet it didn’t even pinch. 

You pushed the silicone cock inside you deep and fast. It felt so fucking good. You paused your moans so you could hear Jay. You wanted to match his strokes. Once he realized what you were doing he sped up. 

“Yeah, that’s it, babygirl,” he praised, groans growing louder, “Fuck yourself just like that. Don’t stop.” 

“Shit, I’m gonna cum,” you warned, pumping yourself even harder. 

“Did I tell you that you could cum?” The harshness of his voice made you open your eyes and slow your movements just a tad. 

“Jay p—please, baby,” you moaned louder, begging him to let you cum. He loved teasing you and you loved that he loved it. 

“Please what, darlin’?” said Jay, amusement heavy in his tone. He knew exactly what you wanted. Needed. He was gonna give it to you, but you had to ask first. You had to beg for it. 

“Cum with me this time,” you coaxed, whole body shuddering just from hearing the downright filthy noise Jay just made. 

“Okay, babygirl,” he groaned lowly, breaths quickening as he pumped his cock nice and fast. “Whatever you want.” 

“I want you to cum with me,” you begged, head thrashing wildly against the pillows as the tip of the dildo brushed up against that sweet spot deep inside of you. “I want to hear your moans mix with mine when we cum.” 

You sobbed as you started back rubbing your clit. The tight circling of your finger combined with the rapid thrusts from the dildo gave you a window of 30 seconds before you were cumming your brains out.

“That’s it, baby,” Jay snarled, hips jerking wildly up into his fist as he stroked his cock even faster. “Be a good girl and cum with me.” 

You came with a loud cry as your climax tore through you, back arching all the way off the mattress in sheer pleasure. Jay followed right behind you, cursing and whimpering as white ropes of cum landed on his belly and chest. You both panted harshly, together over the line as you recovered slowly from your intense orgasms.

“I think that was our best one yet.” he laughed warmly as he pulled a few tissues from the square box on his workstation to clean himself up. 

“Hell yeah it was,” you agreed, cheering weakly. Your arms were sore as hell and your legs still shook, but you felt amazing. You were on cloud nine, fully satiated. 

“Have a good night, darlin’,” Jay cooed, sleepily. “And good luck with your thesis.”

“Thanks. Night Jay.” You giggled softly, disconnecting the call, rolling over onto your side before drifting off to sleep.

The next few days were a breeze. You were in an advantageous mood thanks to Jay, and so you added four more pages to your thesis. You only had six pages left. 

On Saturday morning you woke up earlier than usual and decided to get dressed and head to your favorite coffee shop. The cafe was only a couple blocks away from your apartment so you walked there. You loved early morning strolls. The gentle wind dancing across your soft skin as the sun began to peak always made you feel alive. 

You left the cafe after the barista handed you your Assam Black tea and breakfast sandwich, while typing a text to one of your lab partners. You took a few steps without looking and collided with someone, dropping both your sandwich and your phone. Luckily, the grip you had on your tea did not falter.  

You both apologized at the same time.

“Oh, I’m so sorry, sir. I wasn’t even lookin' in front of me.”

“My apologies, darlin’.' ' the man said, bending down to pick up your squished sandwich and unscratched cell phone. 

That voice.

That voice you knew all too well. 

Especially on Wednesday nights.

A cold chill ran across your neck and down your back, “Jay?” you squeaked loudly, staring at him in disbelief as he stood back up with your items in his hands. He stretched out his hands to give them back to you only to stop short, eyes widening in utter shock when he realized what you had called him. 

The corner of his mouth turned up as he grinned briefly. It didn’t quite match his eyes at all. “Y/N, I take it?” 

“Yes,” you nodded, giving him a small smile. “Hi, Jay.”

“Hi.” he said, eyes blinking slowly as he stood there flabbergasted, still holding your belongings in his hands. 

“Nice to meet you.” you continued, extending your hand out for him to shake. 

He shifted your sandwich and phone to his left hand, grabbed your hand with his now-free hand, and shook it twice. “Nice to meet you, too Y/N.” he said, shooting you a toothy grin. God, his smile was to die for. He sank his teeth into his bottom lip as he checked you out, admiring the view. During your phone calls, he, too, fantasized about what you looked like. He was not disappointed.  

His palm enveloped yours. Damn his hands were large, you thought, gawking at him unapologetically. They were warm and had a few callouses. He must have used his hands a great deal for his other job. He never mentioned what he did for work. 

You hoped that bumping into him wouldn't ruin your Wednesday night dalliances. Maybe he'd be okay with talking somewhere less public. It was quite rowdy both inside and outside of the coffee shop.

“My apartment is two blocks away if you want to go somewhere more private so we can talk.” you babbled, no longer able to look at him in his intense, pecan brown eyes for too long due to your shyness coming at it at an all time high. Fuck he was intimidating. The confidence he exuded had your mouth watering. 

Christ, he was sex on a stick. The man only had on a dark gray shirt, blue jeans that hugged him in all the right places and working boots. A warm flush crept across your face and neck. Get it together, girl, you thought to yourself. He barely said two full sentences to you and you were already hot and bothered. To be fair, he’d been the only one to make you cum every week for the past five and a half months. 

He raised a thick eyebrow at your suggestion — you dropped his hand, gesturing wildly once you realized how your offer must have sounded. “I mean—fuck! I promise I’m not a weirdo, Jay.” 

His eyes crinkled as he chuckled, shaking his head fondly at you, “Joel,” he said. “My name is Joel.”

[jwanniie]

FRAT PARTY!

Someone requested G!p Kazuha but I can’t find the ask😭 here it is tho!

Warnings: might be cringe, not proofread, unprotected sex and just smut.

The smell of ciggaretes filling your nostrils and the crowded place blasting music is damaging your eardrums already, you came to your best friends Yunjins frat party. You are not much of a party person, but you still decided to come since Yunjin practically begged you. You and Yunjin met in middle school, both are like the sun and moon, opposite attractions. You a bit introverted student, pretty but not popular, good in studies and the perfect image of a schoolgirl, while Yunjin the popular girl with the hottest friends and a wealthy family. So, it wasn’t very unfamiliar for her to throw frat parties every weekend but it’s just that you never came to her frat parties.

When Yunjin saw you, her face was like seeing a ghost, eyes widening and jaw dropping. She immediately excused herself and came running towards you “you are the last person who I thought would come to this party…after my ex of course” she uttered rolling her eyes playfully laughing afterwards, you just laughed at her statement. “weeelll…I just thought why not have some fun you know” you said, laughing awkwardly while scratching your neck. “Exactly, but let’s talk about how fire you are looking right now” she said while looking at you from head to toes, a light pink shade taking place in your cheeks. “Let me introduce you to my friends, come one” she grabbed your hand and led you to the table her friends were sitting in. “ I have someone to introduce you guys, this is Y/N my best friend and Y/N this is Sakura, Kazuha and Chaewon” you smiled at her friends and they returned it, all of her friends were good looking but one specifically had your attention…Kazuha, throughout the conversation you kept stealing glances her way and she seemed to notice, a smirk taking place on her lips. “uhm it was a very very nice conversation, and pleasure to meet all of you but I am going to the restroom” you awkwardly excused yourself, honestly you just couldn’t keep looking at someone this fine and being close with someone this fine aka kazuha.

You decided to wash your face with cold water, while splashing water on your face eyes closed you felt something pressing against you. You immediately looked back seeing Kazuha pressing her bulge against your ass, you couldn’t help but gasp. “See baby this is how hard I am for you” she said while brushing hair strands out of your face, lips dangerously close to your soft cushion like ones. “hmm why so silent baby, have you never felt a dick against you?” she said while giggling darkly voice full of lust and desire. “n-no” you barely said voice whispery. “aww how cutee? well do you want to experience how good I can make you feel” she uttered voice an octave even lower, you just didn’t know what to say, you really wanted to agree and so you did.

She grabbed your hand leading you to one of the rooms Yunjins house has. As soon as you both arrived there, she locked the door and pushed you on the bed immediately hovering over you and taking you in a kiss, soft yet enthusiastic. you swore you could have melted right onto your place. She is unbuttoning her shirt and pants sliding them off, then she lead her hand onto your back unzipping your wine red dress. Once you were completely naked she started kissing all over your body, “Fuck baby, you look too beautiful” she mumbles between kisses. you cant help but feel ticklish giggling slightly. She just smiles and adores you. She frees her cock from her boxers, and slides her tip against your folds and clit you cant help but let out a breathy moan once she hears you she asks “Are you ready princess?” you nod humming a little yes. In one swift motion she slides herself all the way in earning a loud pornographic moan from you. The stretch was deliciously painful, her little groans making your head heavy and eyes roll back, your tightness swallowing all of her making her eyes roll back. Her once steady pace turns into a fast and rough one making sure to make you take all of her. The delicious stretch making you so close, she starts rubbing your clit while playing with one of your breasts with her free hand, twitching and squeezing the nipple, That’s it one twitch and squeeze from her made you feel your climax. you started squirming under her, your hole clenching and unclenching uncontrollably. The way you were now tighter while clenching on her length made her twitch then filled you with her seed. Luckily the loud music blasting covered all of your sinful noises!

[bangtanfanfiction]

love at first squat? → k. sunwoo

Listen I'm a whore for Sunwoo this comeback. I will use every opportunity to praise that beautiful man.

♢ Pairing: Sunwoo x Gym rat!Reader → Idol AU

♢ Word count: 2.2k

♢ Genre: Fluff, suggestive, established relationship

⌲ Description: Inviting you to join him at the gym with his members was supposed to be a cute outing. Instead Sunwoo is left speechless and probably more in love than he thought possible. ↳ Warnings: Cursing, horny thoughts, mentions of sex, Sunwoo is ready to call you mommy (jk. maybe not. idk)

Listen.

Sunwoo wasn’t stupid, okay. 

Besides his obvious talent for being annoyingly witty, he considered himself to be fairly intelligent.

Which is why he was quite certain there were very few situations these days that would make him feel like an idiot. 

But here he was. Feeling like a complete, flustered idiot. 

All because of you. 

Okay fair enough, it was his fault this situation happened at all. But still. 

Being a twenty-three-year-old man, Sunwoo doubted there was much in the world that could turn him back into a speechless, bubbling idiot after being in the entertainment industry as long as he had. 

He’s seen it all. Over-the-top performances, beautiful idols, arenas filled to the brim as well as anything negative to follow those specific areas. 

And so Sunwoo had the brilliant idea of wanting to spend some time with you today that didn’t just include laying around and eating a bunch of snacks. 

Something cute, y’know. Wholesome. Instagram worthy without the posting etc, etc. You get the idea.

Since it’s only been six months since the two of you started dating officially, after all. He had to keep the fun going somehow.

He was also confident that he knew most of your likes and dislikes at this point. 

For instance, Sunwoo knew you loved the gym. You were 110% a gym girl with nearly all stereotypes to follow. 

He rarely saw you outside of comfy hoodies and sweats. He knew about your strict five-day workout routine you kept to almost religiously. He knew you struggled with fulfilling your needed protein count every day because you always complained to him about it. 

In all honesty, Sunwoo shouldn’t have been as surprised to actually see you in a gym environment. He knew you were fit and healthy - Of course he did. He‘s seen your naked body more times than he could count at this point. 

But all those times had also been in a private relaxed space. Often after eating takeout with a bloated stomach each.

So when some of his very avid gym-going members asked if he wanted to join them, he further stretched that invitation to you. Hoping to get a day spent together out of it. 

He had never seen you reply to something as quick as that.

You had met him in front of the private gym their personal trainer owned a walking distance away from the company. Dressed in a comfortable loose set of white sweats and matching hoodie, a black gym bag swung over your shoulder as you skipped the last distance towards him, launching into a tight hug.

“Hi.” Sunwoo smiled down at you, brushed away some stray hair falling into your face.

“Hi.” You returned it with a wide grin, leaning up on your toes to press a series of pecks on his irresistible lips, like an overbearing mother without the maternal instinct obviously.

“Missed me?” It had been a little over a week since you last managed to meet up in the midst of their recent comeback. 

And God, what a comeback that was.

“I always do.” You were never shy of your affection towards him, even to the point of making him shy in front of his members. “It’s unfair how perfect this comeback fits you.”

Your fingers flicked his parted hair with a wink.

Sunwoo only kept grinning - you had already shared your very enthusiastic opinion of him five minutes after the MV had dropped, texting a whole paragraph on how beautiful he looked and how your possessive nature might just turn deadly. (Jokingly, that is)

You had been in his shared dorm with Chanhee, Changmin and Younghoon spread throughout the living room and kitchen, tucked into the corner of their L-formed couch as you watched their most recent live performance - Sunwoo right beside you, waiting for your reaction.

He had paid careful attention, especially when his part had come on. You had watched the entire video silently with a completely straight face.

Chanhee would forever hold his trauma over your heads having been a witness to see you dragging Sunwoo to his room by the front of his shirt, locking the door audibly with a click before the sounds of thumping music came on to hide the sounds of your very obvious antics.

They didn't need to listen to know what the two of you were up to. Not with how Sunwoo seemed to be on cloud nine the rest of the week.

("Best fucking blowjob ever.")

Your screen saver was later a picture of his iconic part in 'Watch it'.

His hand slid a little lower at the memory, against the visible dip of your lower back and perky ass. One of his favourite physical traits on you, and Sunwoo would never be ashamed of being an ass man.

Shaking his head, he gave your butt a fond tap as you both made your way inside the building. The other members were already inside; Sangyeon, Jaehyun, Kevin, and Eric were in various positions stretching their bodies. 

You greeted them all cheerily with a wave and grin, before thanking their PT for allowing you to use the gym. 

Sunwoo was half listening to their workouts planned out while also glancing at you through his peripheral vision - curiosity driving him to see you for the first time in a gym together. 

You were obviously in the zone, within a corner of the private gym, not wanting to get in their way. 

He saw you tipping back a dry scoop of pre-workout and washing it down, before stretching just like them. You were still patiently at it as he began his first workout, falling into the same concentration with his members scattered around him doing their own things; their PT walking around and fixing any details. 

Sunwoo had just finished all his sets of a lat pulldown when the praise came from Sangyeon in a disbelieving mutter, stopping in his DB shoulder presses. 

“Whoa, that’s insane.”

Turning around, Sunwoo’s cough mid-water sip was not subtle. 

You were on whatever set of your hip thrusts, 200kg worth of plates on the bar as you breathed in concentration, not even aware of how much attention you had drawn. Your soundproof headphones made sure of it. 

You had shed the hoodie and sweats, only a pair of navy blue shorts and an oversized t-shirt he recognized as his, tucked into the band of your sports bra behind as you pushed through. The bar clattered slightly as you dropped back down. With a relieved sigh, you stood up only to flinch in shock to see him and his members still staring. 

Pushing back the headphones, you gave an awkward smile. “Hi?”

Sangyeon walked forward with an admiring grin. “Y/N that’s crazy! How long did it take you to get you that weight?” The two of you easily fell into conversation with Sunwoo still on mute. 

You had always clicked quickly with his oldest member, being such big gym goers to the point of obsession. Where Sunwoo also enjoyed going to the gym, he didn’t see it as his priority besides aesthetic pleasure. 

Not that he didn’t appreciate those who did. 

Speaking of...His eyes started to trail down your body. 

How the shorts were clinging to your quads, muscles shifting as your feet moved on the spot while talking, to your damn impressive round ass - frankly looking huge with the pump it had just gone through. He could see a sliver of skin from where your t-shirt was tucked up, showing off the lean lines of your strong back. 

God, Sunwoo was certain your quads were bigger than his head (They were).

Despite your makeup-free face, flushed skin, and sweat coating it - you had never looked hotter to him. 

“Give us a warning if you’re planning to go crazy.” Kevin’s voice snickering next to him snapped Sunwoo out of his stupor.

“Huh?” 

His hyung didn’t stop smirking knowingly. “You’re drooling. So if you’re planning to drag her away, at least warn us of the trauma of witnessing something we don’t want to.”

A blush spread across his face and the tip of his ears as Sunwoo complained. “Ah, hyung! I’m not going to do that.”

He had more decency than that. (Not really.)

Glancing over again, he watched as Sangyeon was helping you rerack the weights and moving the bar to a squat position -your next workout - the two of you moving with surety in every move around the equipment. 

You gave him a perfect view of your ass again as you bent to pick up the last plate, the muscles of your hamstrings tightening impressively, his head tilting to follow the movement.

Sunwoo wondered how he had never noticed that detail before. 

He would have to appreciate your body again (very) carefully once he got the chance. 

If it weren’t for the rough push Kevin put on his shoulder to continue with his workout, Sunwoo would have probably just stood there staring to his own embarrassment. 

“Baby, can you spot me?” 

You waited in patient amusement for his double take at the weights resting on the squat rack before his brows furrowed.

“I’m pretty sure you’ll have to save me if anything happens.”

You snorted out a laugh, his deadpan sense of humour was always a weakness of yours. Making you laugh with a simple sentence even if said in complete seriousness. 

“I’m not hitting over my max today, so you’re good.” You only chuckled, grabbing his arm and pulling him towards you slowly, as if coaxing a frightened animal. Only this one kept his eyes narrowed in suspicion. “Nothing is gonna happen, I just need a little bit of support on the last rep.”

“What support am I supposed to give?” Sunwoo eyed the plates carefully, voice flat. “That’s more than my body weight.”

Giving him a quick look up and down; dressed in a pair of grey sweatpants with a fitting tank top, you gave the vision of absolute innocence. “Visual support.” 

Kevin, who was quick to get your innuendo from the bench next to you, laughed out loud. Before Sunwoo could comprehend what you meant, you had already moved into position for the squat. 

Sunwoo could only shake his head as he carefully shifted into a supporting position behind you, knees bending alongside your form but never touching.

"Fine, but if I break something you're taking my place in promotions."

"I'm sure Deobi's will love me more than you anyways." You stuck out your tongue in retort before starting with a huff.

He could see your strain by the seventh rep, thighs shaking and face scrunching up in concentration. 

But he saw the determination. And despite the risk of his demise, Sunwoo moved closer.

“You got it, come on.” He encouraged you, gently tapping your hip as you let out a large breath and pushed up, succeeding without him having to risk his life. 

“Okay, you two, enough of the lovey-dovey, back to work Sunwoo.” Their PT called out lightly. 

About an hour later, you were resting after finishing stretching, casually leaning against the wall with a hip popped out and scrolling through your phone when Sunwoo snuck up behind you, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling your body flush against his chest. 

“Hi.” You only smiled up over your shoulder. “All finished?”

“You’re being unfair,” Was all he said, burying his nose into the crook of your neck and shoulder, tickling you as you squirmed. 

“About what?” You laughed. 

“Distracting me…” He mumbled with a pout. “I could hardly concentrate this entire session. I think I fell in love all over again."

"If I knew my legs were so powerful I would have squatted in front of you on our first meeting."

Sunwoo bit his lower lip to hide a smile. "Love at first squat, you say?"

“Unless you're just jealous of my thighs, that is.” Despite the flutter of your heart, you continued to tease him lightly, stretching out a leg and tightening your muscles still pumped out from your session. “I’ll teach you how to get them.”

Sunwoo hummed lowly against your ear, and you knew he was plotting something.

“I’d rather be buried between them.”

Your scandalous gasp was loud as you whirled around to slap his chest, catching the attention of the rest of the guys who were cleaning up. 

“Kim Sunwoo, we are in public!” You whisper-shouted in mortification. It was his turn to smirk at you in satisfaction, only giving an innocent shrug. 

“Ugh, Sunwoo is being indecent, hyung. Scold him.” Eric called out with an exaggerated shudder, turning to Sangyeon. The leader only sighed exasperated. Already far too used to you and Sunwoo's shows of PDA.

“You didn’t even hear what I said,” Sunwoo called out. 

“I didn’t have to! Y/N proved it.”

“Well maybe I offered her ice scream and she got overjoyed.” He retorted, their usual bickering starting up again. 

“Suuuure, if ice cream meant fu-”

“OKAY!” Sangyeon exclaimed loudly before Eric could finish that sentence, causing a fit of snickers from the others watching, as well as your furious blush spreading as you hid behind the palm of your hand. “Let’s not finish that, Youngjae-ah.”

Eric sucked in his lips with a mischievous glint, shoulders shaking in muted laughter. 

Just as everyone finished cleaning up and you put your outer layers back on - Kevin sidled up to you casually, slinging a friendly arm around your shoulders as you walked out of the building and down the street. 

You both watched Sunwoo take a running start before jumping on Eric’s unsuspecting back as they both stumbled with the maknae’s dramatic complaint of his sore legs echoing.

“You should probably cross out working out together.” Kevin had a shit-eating grin on his face. “You know, for public decency.”

“Oh shut up.”

Thank you for reading!

[katuschka]

Olalla – Chapter Five

Josh Kiszka x female OC

9.483 words

I once again apologise for the delay. I though it would be easy to write this chapter, but it was much harder than I expected.

To everyone who's followed the story and even left likes or comments: Thank you SO much! I appreciate it immensely.

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, intended for adult readers. Any resemblance to real persons is purely coincidental. Also, if you're under 18, go find some other entertainment elsewhere.

Warnings: alcohol consumption, drunkedness and hangover, language, angst, mentions of cheating (retrospective), attempts at suicide (mentioned), fluff, both mental and physical trauma, injury, mention of blood, panic and anxiety, survival mode

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I know you think you'd never be mine

Well, that's okay, baby, I don't mind

That shy smile's sweet, that's a fact

Go ahead, I don't mind the act

Here you come all dressed up for a date

Well, one more step and it'll be too late

Blue, blue ribbon in your hair

Like you're so sure I'll be standing here

(Bruce Springsteen)

Agnieszka

Several seconds passed and we still just stood there, looking at each other, neither of us knowing what to do next, until I couldn’t stand it anymore. I didn’t wait for him to enter, I didn’t even gesture to him to follow me, I just let the door open. Moving across the room, I felt his gaze on my back as I fluffed the pillows on my couch just to keep my hands occupied, before I went looking for shot glasses in my kitchenette. We clearly needed a drink. 

I looked over my shoulder to see him still standing in the doorway, playing with the hem of his shirt and with his brows knit together. There was a silent plea in his eyes, but I didn’t know what he pleaded for. I didn’t want to psychoanalyze his troubled mind. Mine was reeling too, and the ball was on his court, so to speak, so I didn’t say anything else and just waited for him to make the next move. I deserved it. I wanted answers. 

I didn’t really believe what the article said. It was probably yet another tabloid bullshit. I didn’t know him well enough, obviously. But I’ve let him get close enough to me to know how he was in those moments of bare intimacy, and he was nothing but considerate. All the time. He made sure I felt safe. So it had to be a lie.

But there were things that he didn’t want to tell me, even though I had asked, and that’s why he found me in tears when he came back from his room. A singer. Well, it made sense. I needed to know why he didn’t want me to know him. I felt like he already knew everything about me, so it wasn’t fair. I gave in at last and I turned around to face him again, impatient, because the silence was unnerving. 

“Stop acting like I should be afraid of you all of the sudden…unless I should. Should I?” 

“No,” he mumbled and finally stepped inside, closing the door silently. “I need to know that you’re not.”

“I’m not,” I assured him. Silence. If I had learned anything about him from the last few days, it was the fact he was at a loss for words when troubled. Otherwise he wouldn’t shut up. I watched him swallow hard, but not a single syllable came out. I caved in and tried to lighten the mood. “I’m pretty sure Bartek sent me the link primarily to let me know that you like dicks…which I already know, so I’m not shocked by that,” I snickered, making him huff through his nose. It eased the tension a little, but only for a second. “But you still have some explaining to do.” 

He sat on the couch slowly and carefully. It was a bit funny, to watch him suddenly treating all my inanimate belongings as if they were made of sugar glass and he could shatter them with one rash movement. He looked around the room before he finally risked meeting my gaze again. “Any specifics that you want me to explain? Or just everything?”

I didn’t respond at first. Just a few hours ago, we were lying in bed naked, looking into each other’s eyes for long minutes as if they were windows to new, still unknown worlds. His certainly were. Now even a few seconds was too much. I quickly averted my eyes and turned back to my glass cabinet. He was still waiting for my reply when I joined him on the couch with two glasses and a full bottle of vodka. I poured two shots and handed him one. “Yeah, probably everything. You can start with why you didn’t tell me you’re some fucking rockstar or whatever. Pretending to be some ordinary guy…”

“I AM an ordinary guy!” 

Said the man with a huge triangular pendant hanging around his neck and wrought beads decorating his long, braided hair. Unusually pretty AND quirky. I raised my eyebrow playfully, smiling at him, and he chuckled, which reminded me that I was in fact angry and should continue acting accordingly. “Why is it so difficult to be mad at you?” 

“I’m a sweetheart,” he mumbled solemnly. “And I don’t want you to be mad at me. I gave you no reason, really. Does me being famous really change anything?” 

I sighed heavily and drank my shot in a single gulp, motioning him to do the same, which he momentarily ignored. “ No…yes, because if that’s who you are, then yes. Are you the person from the article? If not, what happened? You wanted me to let you explain. I’m letting you. So tell me. Who are you and what’s this bullshit?”

Now it was his time to let out a heavy breath. “OK...alright…

“So, about my job…I didn’t tell you because the reason why I came here in the first place was to feel like an ordinary guy for a while. But obviously, not only does it keep haunting me, this shit only got worse since I arrived,” he paused for a moment and finally emptied his glass with a wince. I immediately refilled it and did the same with mine. He just gave me a nod of thanks, toying with his shot glass while trying not to spill anything, before he continued. 

“I love my job, it’s exciting and rewarding and… I love to perform, and I love to travel the world, and I got some money, too… but it’s not always a bed of roses. you know? People treat you differently. They like the idea of you and don’t always bother to get to know the real you. Sometimes they’re even appalled by the possibility that you might not be perfect…which, of course, I’m not. Sometimes they just use you. At times, mainly when we’re on tour, it gets very lonely, even when you’re in a relationship… that probably makes it even harder sometimes, actually…and, um,...so…”

“So?”

“So, this Dave, the guy who accused me, he was my mic tech. It was his first time with a band this big and his second daughter was born shortly before the tour started. Christopher couldn’t come with us and, in fact, I had barely seen him since New Year’s Eve. It had felt different for a while…anyway... One evening, we talked over a bottle of wine, me and David. He confessed to me that he felt lonely too…as well as a bit lost.” 

“Lost?”

“Yeah, well… he in fact confessed that he felt lonely all the time, because he…actually…liked men. He just lived a VERY closeted life.��� 

I didn’t like where this was going, so I drank my second shot and he followed suit. “I know this is going to sound weird and insensitive, but please tell me he took advantage of you and not the other way round.” 

He cleared his throat and pointed at my phone laying on the table. “Are you referring to the article?”

“Yes, obviously.” 

He watched me refill our glasses one more time and laughed softly, the visible tension between his shoulder blades easing a bit. “Are you trying to get me drunk?”

“No, I’m trying to get us drunk. It’s a local custom in situations like these, and I think we both need it after everything that’s happened today. Cheers.” We clinked our glasses and poured the third round down our throats. I could feel my head spinning already, but it was a welcome feeling. It didn’t loosen the knot in my stomach, but at least the tension between the two of us seemed to dissipate, albeit slowly. He looked more relaxed, too. Maybe too much…I could literally see his mind going back to the afternoon’s event while he tried to intertwine his fingers with mine. It was written in his eyes. I crossed my arms on my chest protectively and leaned back. 

“Answer my question, please.”

“Oh yeah, sorry. No, I didn’t take advantage of him. But certain things did happen that night, and it didn’t stop there. It felt good for a while. It had been a very busy couple of months, even to our standards, and I desperately needed to feel some human warmth. Also, I thought I was giving him something he hadn’t had before, which felt comforting, too…in a way. But then one morning, after two weeks or so, I woke up with guilt gnawing at my insides. I was supposed to facetime Christopher that day, because it was our anniversary, yet there was another man lying naked in my bed.”

Now it was his eyes that welled with tears, but he quickly wiped them with the tips of his fingers and tried to blink away the rest. 

“I’m not proud of what happened. It was such a stupid thing to do, probably the stupidest thing I’ve ever done, because there were so many people involved. I tried to end it that day. I did, in fact. At first he pleaded, told me how he loved me and that we should be together... maybe even run away together. It felt like waking up from a drug-induced dream. It was completely insane. He was insane. He had kids... and because he didn’t seem to acknowledge that he had responsibilities at home, it felt as if it was me who hurt them all. And it was me, because I shouldn’t have let it happen. But it was too late…” His voice quivered a little and I wondered if I should say something, but this wasn’t the whole story and parts of it felt strangely familiar. I could feel the knot in my stomach tightening a bit more. ‘I think you’re just lonely…’ Followed by a kiss… I was half lost in my own thoughts, but he continued.  

“David had some pictures that he took more or less without my knowledge, and when I told him that we should stop doing what we were doing, he sent them to Chris and even posted some of them on his Instagram. It was very suggestive. He even introduced me as his “new” boyfriend.”

“But you said he was married.”

“Yeah. As I said, completely insane. I’ve always cherished my privacy. I think some fans had suspected that me and Chris were a couple, but I never said anything publicly. About anything. David basically outed me. And Christopher, too… because people were suddenly speculating again about who the “old” boyfriend was. Of course it destroyed my relationship, that’s what Dave wanted. But he didn’t get what he wanted. I couldn’t even look at him again, because it also nearly ruined my relationship with my brother. You can imagine what mayhem those pictures caused, careerwise… I had to deal with some really nasty shit for a couple weeks. So he didn’t really impress me with that gesture,” he scoffed at last.

We sat in silence for a while. He looked as if a burden was taken from him, reclining on the couch now, with his head tilted back. He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. I watched him chewing his lip and watching my old crystal chandelier. He looked tired and a bit sad. 

“But that’s not the whole story,” I finally broke the silence. 

“No, that’s not. He lost his job, obviously. I thought it was over, I didn’t want to see him again, I grieved my own losses. This,” he pointed at my phone again, “this is news to me too. I learned about this just last week, shortly after it all happened. The day I arrived, basically. I didn’t know his wife left him, although that’s not surprising. I didn’t know he demonstratively tried to commit suicide just to get her back, and I didn’t know he finally accused me of sexual assault when it didn’t work… until Christopher called to tell me.” He finally stopped examining the cracks on my ceiling and looked at me again, frowning when he noticed the shift in my mood. “Why are you weeping again, Olalla?” 

I tried to sort out my thoughts so that my response would make sense, but the truth is that I was a bit confused and overwhelmed by everything that happened. Most importantly, this wasn’t his past, it was his present, and I didn’t know what role I played in it, other than a momentary distraction. Just like this Dave… But apart from that, all those things he had said to me that slowly made me rethink my own life, they stopped making sense, bit by bit. 

“You told me that you had no regrets, but you clearly regret this affair. Maybe I’m just wondering if you lied…”

He looked confused at first, but his features soon softened and he reached out his hand to caress my cheek. I tolerated the touch at first, but it was no longer comforting. There was something else behind those dark eyes, and I couldn’t decipher what it was. It made me even more anxious. There’s truth at the bottom of the bottle, they say, so I reached for it again. I pretended to be calm, but my insides were churning. We drank again before he replied. 

“I said I don’t regret love, including lost love, but this wasn’t love, it was just sex. Everything that happened afterwards hurt Christopher and I regret that. I tried to explain that it meant nothing, but he wouldn’t listen.”

“I quite understand,” I replied bitterly.

“You do?”

I just gaped at him. He kept throwing daggers at me with each sentence. So this is what you think of me, you bastard. After everything that happened between us, after everything he had said and done, he managed to offend me with just two monosyllabic words. 

“Yes, Joshua, I really do! I like sex, but I never cheated. Not once in my whole life. When I was with Dominik, there was no one else. He was my whole world. I just…didn’t care about other people.”  

He nodded solemnly. “It was a bit different between us. There was always a huge difference between sex and affection. It was a matter of trust and I violated it, because I didn’t tell him. In the end, he only cared because it was with another man.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean that if I cheated on him with a woman, he wouldn’t care. Because he never did. He basically encouraged it when we started dating. It was me who stopped doing that eventually.” 

“I don’t understand. What difference does it make?”

“He just knew that I would never love a woman.”

His words reverberated inside me with brutal force. My chest tightened and I could feel bile rising, and with it, my proverbial walls, brick by brick. I’m not a fool, and I was well aware that this romance was just a temporary thing, but so is life. I had been determined to spend the rest of mine without any more losses, but then he kissed me, and it felt as if the sun rose again after a long, arctic night. It changed me. When I let him undress me, I bared my soul to him. And when he touched me, he caressed my heart too. I bled all over his fingertips. 

Dominik once told me that a minute spent with me was worth a thousand light years. When he died, I couldn’t look at the night sky for months. I felt robbed. I felt the universe mocking me, winking at me with cruel mischief. Our wounds and personal sorrows mean nothing in the grand scheme of things. I had thought we had years, and then he was suddenly gone in seconds, and with him love. Replaced by grief. I eventually embraced the numbness that followed, because it felt like a relief. There were days when I went as far as regretting that I had ever loved him. 

Yesterday I realized that I might have been wrong. Joshua told me that we must not regret not forget love. Ever. I didn’t agree at first, I saw no benefits of loving anyone, but his lips on my skin reminded me of what it felt like to be loved. I had been so devastated by the loss of someone I loved that I forgot about everything Dominik gave me in return. And he had been right. Seen in retrospect, every minute spent with him felt longer than the last six years of my life. They just passed by. 

The memory of him was no longer painful, not even bittersweet. I realized I wanted to cherish those memories. I finally reconciled myself to my previous loss and embraced the possibility of feeling loved again, only if for a moment. 

It was never a possibility. It was only my wishful thinking. He deceived me. It only felt like love for a while, but probably only because he was a trickster.

Joshua’s hand on my shoulder suddenly brought me back from my reverie. I must have looked shaken. “Oh…no, I don’t mean…I just never met a woman I’d fall in love with and then he appeared and, like you said, you…I…Those were his words. And I…I didn’t mean…” 

My hands started shaking. I didn’t even realize that I raised my voice when I interrupted him, practically shouting, sitting words at him in rapid cadence. “You didn’t mean what? You don’t mean to tell me that you would never love me? But you would never stop loving him, right? This is just a fling, hm? Fun and games to you, from the very beginning. Or maybe you can make yourself feel better by helping me. Well I don’t want that. You saw me cry…”

The rest of the sentence was lost in my choked sob, but truth be told, I didn’t even know what else to say, or why I should continue saying anything. I could see both confusion and terror in his eyes, and that made me feel even worse, because I was sure he noticed the pain in mine. I couldn’t let him see me like that. I couldn’t let him know what he did. I took a deep breath and rose from the couch. He kept watching me with a puppy face, but he had no right to feel wronged. He knew very well that if it was just about sex, I’d never hesitate. I told him too much. I felt used. I could overlook the fact that he wouldn’t tell me anything about his present life. I was going to. But I refused to be one of the girls who warm up his bed when he occasionally craves a pussy. I didn’t care to be one of those girls for other guys I slept with, because I didn’t care about them either. But this was different from the very start, and that’s why I both longed and feared to touch him ever since that evening in the garden. I pushed him away by showing him who I am and he came back with sweet words. Did he lure the others too into his embrace with litanies about love and no regrets? How many more broken hearts…?

I watched him still gazing at me. His expression was unreadable. I could feel the cogs in his head turning wildly, but not a word left his mouth. He missed his opportunity to explain. When he didn’t move, I went to the door and slowly opened it. “It’s getting late, Joshua. I think you should go.” I tried to keep a stern voice, but it betrayed me and the last word sounded almost like a whimper.    

“Please, don’t do this Olalla, “ he whispered. “Please, don’t chase me away.” 

“What do you want, Joshua? 

“I…” He was no longer looking at me. With his head tilted down and his hands resting on his knees, he was searching for words as if they were scattered on the ground. I thought I already knew him well enough to know that if he couldn’t find them, they just weren’t there. 

“Please, go.”

I watched him rise up from the couch clumsily and approach me slowly with an unsteady tread. He stopped in his tracks when he reached me, and tried to cup my cheek, but I swatted his hand away like an annoying fly. He blinked and inhaled shakily through his nose. “You’re a wonderful person. I want you to be happy.”

“Get lost then.”

I couldn’t tell if his eyes glistened with tears or from the alcohol, and I didn’t care. I was deliberately cruel. He turned to leave, then hesitated for a moment and looked at me again, with wide eyes and his mouth half open. He looked like a goldfish again, just like yesterday. Then suddenly, something in his expression changed. “I’ve no strength left in me to argue with you anymore. Quite judgmental, for someone who just sleeps around. This!,” he pointed a finger to where the malachite pendant rested right between my breasts: This is NOT just fun and games! Bitch…” he hissed and finally turned to leave. I closed the door slowly as soon as he crossed the threshold, yet it felt as if the whole house shook with it, before a gloomy silence engulfed it…and me. Not even his footsteps on the stairs disrupted it. Maybe he was still standing on the other side of the door, maybe he just didn’t want to be heard, granting me my final wish. He was lost. He disappeared. He was never here in the first place. I poured myself another shot to desensitize my beating heart and disturbed mind, but it only worked as a catalyst that let my tears out. I didn’t want to feel anything, but my body protested, punishing me for my own stupidity. I didn’t bother with decorum anymore, I drank straight from the bottle. With my eyes puffy and stinging, I kept wandering around my living room, crying, hiccuping, trying to tear off my skin with my fingernails and tumbling over the furniture, until I woke up on my bathroom floor without knowing how I got there. 

After he booked the flight home, he contemplated for a while if it wouldn’t be easier to spend the next night in Krakow instead. He’d have a nice lunch, he’d go to see the castle again, he’d stuff his belly with those delicious donuts again until he wouldn’t be able to walk. He’d just enjoy himself.

No, he wouldn’t. Who was he kidding?

He’d be on edge and miserable, and surrounded by even more people who might recognize him. And apart from the fact that trying to book one night for one person at this time of year and at such a short notice would be silly and futile, he didn’t really want to. He didn’t want to contemplate the reasons why and he didn’t know what to expect in the morning, but his gut was telling him to stay just a little bit longer instead of just running away. He needed to see her face again and to apologize for those last words. She deserved them, because she hurt him, but he didn’t really mean them, because he knew why she did. It would be so much easier if she really was just an irritable bitch and nothing else, without all that masked hurt. She was right. He had seen her cry, and he acted on his natural instinct. Again. 

It had gone too far, and he only realized how far when he uttered those last drunken words that sent her reeling. He didn’t realize what he was saying, how it would sound, and that it wasn’t even true… Anymore? Never? You learn new things every day. Even about yourself. It surprised and shook him even before her outburst. That’s why he was suddenly at a loss for words when it backfired. All that talk about love…there’s love, and then there’s love. He realized he’d fucked up. Again. It was different this time. He was lost in a whirlwind of his own confusing emotions. 

His night was filled with troubled dreams and when the morning came and he opened his eyes, he cried. He felt on edge, his limbs restless and his mind set on overdrive. So he decided to do that he always did when he needed to clear his head. That’s why he was here in the first place. And then, in the evening, if they met again, he would try to make it right. Or at least better. 

They were climbing the same steep path again, but it was different than before. She glanced around with apprehension, searching for the sun in the sky, only to find it setting on the other side. Or maybe the ground moved? Joshua started singing long before they reached the top, but the song was also different. It sounded more like a warcry this time. He still didn’t forget how she told him to get lost, so he tried and tried until he was almost translucent, and her bandages kept loosening until she looked like a mummy in a cartoon. Their argument was the reason they were late, with the stars already appearing in the sky, becoming brighter with each passing second. Some of the brightest ones turned to spotlights as soon as the sun disappeared under the horizon, illuminating the peak of the mountain like a stage. “Oh look, you’re home,” she said and expected him to retort back. His only reply was a silent stare, full of melancholy and reconciliation. 

She saw him standing next to her, and yet he was also waiting for them at the summit, under one of those brightest lights. The closer they got, the more different he looked, with his long, dark and shimmering cape flapping around his ankles in the howling wind and his hair combed and straightened. This cloaked Joshua suddenly howled down at them, and the one next to her screamed back. It sounded like a battle between elements. Wind and fire. She lost her footing and was falling…falling…until a pair of hands seized her in mid air.

Agnieszka woke up at the worst possible moment: still a bit drunk, but already nauseous. The first thing she felt was an unpleasant pressure on her left cheek. She had been sleeping with her head resting on a slipper. Not sure where she was or even what day it was, she slowly tried to get up. No motion would be slow enough though and a sudden violent wave of nausea made her lay down on the hard tiled floor again. Mentally, she was still in that dream when the memories of the previous night slowly crept back to her. It felt like an anvil resting on her chest.

She tried to turn her head to the side next and noticed a sliver of dim light behind the half-closed door that revealed the back of her couch. It looked like early morning. Blue hour before dawn. The coldness of ceramic tiles under her legs, as well as the softness of the bathroom rug that helped to keep her body warm finally gave her enough clues to figure out where she was. She tried to sit up again, holding on to the toilet bowl for support. It was a wise choice, because she had just enough time to turn her head to the side and throw up in it. 

After she recovered enough to stand up, she somehow managed to move. She didn’t get far, just crashed onto the couch and fell asleep again. At one point, in her half-conscious state, she could hear her door open and then close again silently after a while. The following dream was just a surreal jumble of noises and tumult. Thunders, church bells, bombs…

Agnieszka had promised Maya that she would be there for breakfast, but it was already half past ten when she finally managed to drag her ass down the stairs to meet her sister in the lobby. She expected to find the infamous Berserk Maya there, but – judging by the look her sister instantly shot at her – she was to be confronted with Maya the Mother, which was even worse. She considered turning on her heel and going back to her room to just die, but it was too late. “So? What happened, Olalla?”

Instead of responding, Agnieszka just sat in one of the armchairs and countered with another question. “Were you checking on me?”

“Yeah, can you blame me?”

No. Agnieszka just shook her head and rubbed her eyes to stop them from stinging. No. But Maya definitely could reproach her for not showing up earlier. And she did.  

“I met Josh yesterday evening on the upper balcony, so I didn’t expect you to report to the kitchen this morning.” She cast her a knowing look, and there was a hint of reproach in her words, because the original plan was to spend a few quiet days without her kids here, not doing Agnieszka’s work. And she was supposed to leave today. “But I wanted to make sure you were still alive. Barely, from what I’m seeing.”

Agnieszka pinched her brow. The dilemma between wanting to know what he said and NOT wanting to know what he said was a torture even without the debilitating headache. However, the hangover seemed like a blessing now, because she could blame her current state on it, without having to talk about the real reason why she felt so miserable. “Hm…I’m hungover, obviously. What did he say? Is he gone?”

“No, he just went out for a walk, I guess. I saw him leaving around nine after the morning fog dissipated. But he will be gone soon. He told me he’s leaving tomorrow morning. So I figured some shit happened. Otherwise, nothing much, because those idiots turned up and made some snide remarks, so he just wished me a good night and disappeared into his room. So, what did he do? Or, should I ask, what did you do? The whole house knows what he allegedly did, thanks to that prick, but I – for one – don’t believe it, because he’s a sweetheart. So, is it because he…you know…likes men? I guess not. Yesterday morning you told me you two fucked, and then you were gone for the whole afternoon and you were literally glowing when you returned, so I guess you fucked some more, so it’s probably not that… ” 

Agnieszka didn’t say anything for a while. Everytime Maya started talking, she was like an unstoppable locomotive, hooting and puffing her lengthy monologues like hot steam, which was overwhelming on a good day. It made people think, but it also made them want to tear their hair out sometimes. Today Agnieszka felt like drowning. She had been trying to avoid this. Yes. No. I don’t know. Does it matter? He’s leaving. It’s over. Replaying yesterday’s events was painful, because she began to see cardinal errors in her drunken judgement. 

She had spent too much time with men who were fun to be with, but nothing more, and she was grateful for that, because they gave her no reason to like them. Joshua was nothing but caring. So patient with her and her mood swings, so kind, all that time just giving, even though he himself obviously felt like shit. And she completely disregarded that, and demanded even more instead. She absolutely deserved those last words. She wanted to fuck him from day one, while he just offered to be her friend, yet he finally gave her what she really wished for. It wasn’t his fault that she fell in love with him. 

She stood up and started pacing the room. The headache was getting worse.

“No, I already knew that. And he didn’t do it. At least he said he didn’t. But I also learned that he doesn’t love me.” Agnieszka cringed at those words, because she realized how stupid they sounded as soon as she uttered them.

“Why should he love you? Apart from …well, you know,... you two still barely know each other.” Maya’s expression was quizzical at first, but it soon changed to one of pity when she noticed Agnieszka’s pained look that she failed to hide. 

“Oh, Olalla, I’m so sorry. ” She moved around the counter to hug her sister, who however grabbed her by her shoulders to keep her at a distance. Agnieszka didn’t want Maya’s comfort. In spite of being younger, Maya was more like a second mother to her for years now. She needed someone who’d listen to her without judging her. Or feeling sorry for her. 

“I’m not an idiot, Maya. I know this could be a stupid summer romance at best, but I just thought that there was something. And yesterday he said something along the lines that he could never really fall in love with me, because I’m a woman. We were drunk and I think I really overreacted, but… I fell really hard for him, in spite of trying not to, and…this just hurts, the knowledge that I mean nothing to him…”

Maya leaned against the counter with her lips pursed, and huffed. She was trying to be patient, but her sister made it really difficult sometimes. She had thought that spending some time with someone nice would open Agnieszka’s eyes just a bit. That was her plan when she decided to play the matchmaker. But now she thought that older sister really was an idiot. Even more touchy and self-destructive than she had thought. Hurting other people along the way.  

“Well, firstly, I don’t believe that. Of course, I don’t know what’s going on inside his head, and all things considered… But I saw him looking at you and I heard him talking about you. I’m positive he likes you and he looked really downcast both yesterday and this morning. And secondly, you’re a hypocrite! This is exactly what you have been doing the whole fucking time. At least he doesn’t treat you like a piece of meat. Don’t take this the wrong way, because I’m sorry you’re hurting, but I’m also glad to see it finally backfired. Monumentally, I should add, because Bartek’s obviously really jealous. He’s always been a jerk, but this is a new level. I don’t don’t blame him though. He lost to a queer rockstar. Ouch.”

Maya’s words felt like literal physical blows. She wasn’t done yet, though. She let Agnieszka process them for a while, hoping that she would, and then she striked again, forcing Agnieszka to confess the most painful part of the story: “And having mentioned the way Josh looked, you still haven’t answered my question.” 

“What question?

“What did you do? Don’t tell me that you confessed your love for him and scared him shitless, because that would be a shocker! And I’d piss myself at the irony of it.” Berserk Maya finally entered the building. Spewing tough love and ample doses of sarcasm on those who needed a proverbial slap. There was venom in her words, but that’s what she often did to try to make Agnieszka see sense, even though she usually failed anyway. This time it finally worked. 

“No, I told him to get lost so that I wouldn’t have to do that. And he called me a bitch, because that’s what I am. I’m a shitty person. Happy?”  Agnieszka’s face twisted in an attempt to stop the tears that threatened to spill. They did anyway and she finally let Maya hug her, sobbing on her shoulder. 

“You’re not a shitty person, Neszka,” Maya whispered soothingly. “But you would be if you kept him thinking that he hurt you, instead of letting him know that you did that to yourself. He should know.” 

Agnieszka only nodded and sobbed some more, before Maya finally broke the embrace and looked her sister in the eye while patting her shoulders playfully and with goodhearted encouragement.

“Good, you can tell him when he gets back. I’m reserving the first row though, because it’s going to be quite a spectacle - you actually talking to people. There's chicken soup in the kitchen, by the way. Go get yourself together. You look like shit.”

They were both chilling on the veranda, enjoying the uncommon peace of mid afternoon when they heard the first rumble. A lot of people were still outside, because they set off late due to the thick fog that threatened the ruin the day earlier in the morning. The sky cleared eventually, promising a pleasant day after all. That changed abruptly after 2 p.m..  Agnieszka was the first to stick her head out to see the menacing clouds drifting towards them from the south. That was unusual. 

The storm hit hard, because no one expected it. It didn’t last long, but it was followed by tumult and hustle. They could still hear thunders in the distance and the sound of sirens and medicopters pierced the air. Their drenched guests finally started filling the lobby, one by one. Some of them were laughing, others looked shocked. A lot of people injured on Giewont, as the lightning hit, one said. Three casualties already, their neighbour came in, crying. 

It was almost four and still no sign of Joshua. Agnieszka started panicking. “Do you know where he went?”, she asked Maya. 

“No, he didn’t say a word, but…hey! Where are you going?” she cried after Agnieszka, who was already running upstairs, taking three stairs at a time. 

When Maya finally caught up with her in her bedroom, Agnieszka was already rummaging in her wardrobe, hastily filling her backpack with all the necessities she might need. The mountain rescuers were busy taking care of other people. They wouldn’t start looking for him until after dark. To hell with it, they probably wouldn’t do anything until tomorrow. This was the only option. Where is everything? Where’s the rescue blanket…

“What are you doing?” 

“I’m going to find him.”

Maya just watched her in shock for a while. “Are you insane? What are you going to do? Search the whole mountain range? Maybe he’s already on his way. It’s still early. We have no idea where he is, for god’s sake!” She was raising her voice gradually. 

“I have a hunch.”

“A hunch? A HUNCH?!?!” Maya grabbed her sister’s arm, who turned to her with wild stare.

“Let me go!” she hissed. There was a feral madness in Agnieszka’s eyes that Maya knew very well. She recognized it immediately. Those were their grandmother’s eyes. They called her Mama Bear. 

“At least try to call him,” Maya said weakly. 

That was a sensible suggestion, Agnieszka had to admit. She wasn’t thinking clearly. Yes, phone. Where’s the phone…she dialed his number, but it went straight to voicemail. She tried once again, with the same result. Sick with worry and even more determined now, she tossed it into the backpack together with some other stuff: head torch, spare socks, a rescue blanket… “Tea. I need tea.”

Maya looked at her stoically, and without any more words went back to prepare the thermo flask. She would stay one more night.

The storm was over, but low clouds lingered and filled the woods and valleys with milk. It was a gloomy journey up those hills this time. So different from when she took the same path exactly a week ago. When she heard his voice for the first time…

It was almost six when Agnieszka finally arrived at the Murowaniec cottage in Hala Gasienicowa, out of breath, exhausted and drenched in sweat. The place was packed with the people who seeked shelter there during and after the storm, but still no sight of Joshua. She tried to suppress the waves of anxiety and threatened to engulf her when she started asking them, one by one, if they, by any chance, saw him, but no one met a man that would fit the description. Maybe she was wrong. Maybe he never took this path, and was somewhere else entirely, while she relied on a stupid dream. She almost gave up, squatting in the corner of the main room, clutching her head in her hands, when a tall, middle aged man approached her. “Miss?”

She raised her bloodshot eyes to look at him. “Yeah?” she uttered feebly. 

“Those people there said that you were looking for a short guy in his late twenties/early thirties…?”

“I am.”

“Longer, braided hair? Ridiculous sunglasses?”

“Yes!” she spurted and quickly stood up. “Yes! Have you seen him?” 

“Indeed, we did. We met him while descending Koscielec. He was on his way up. It was shortly before the storm.”

“Oh my god, thank you. Thank you!” He tried to call something else after her, but she no longer listened, already running out the door. She had been right. She had to find him. 

There were two paths leading to the saddle below the final path to the summit of Koscielec. so she was once again groping in the dark. If she chose the wrong way, she might miss him in case he was already on his way back. And if he was injured, she might not find him in time. 

Oh God, please don’t take away another one. Please let him stay. She was mad with worry by the time she reached the Black Lake an hour later, and there was still no sight of him. Please let him be ok. Losing all her remaining self-restraint, she started  crying loudly here, where only stones and clusters of mountain grass could hear her uncontrollable sobs and hiccup, as the tears ran down her face and chin like rivulets of sorrow before trickling down her neck where they threatened to choke her. The fog turned the vast space of the craggy amphitheatre that surrounded the mountain lake to an eerie wasteland buried in milky silence. It muffled every sound cotton, yet she could hear every single footstep she took.

Climbing up the steep slope that led to the saddle, she started calling his name, but it was met with silence. The world around her was already immersed in semi-darkness and she climbed up the saddle, the clouds making the night approach even faster. She paid it no mind, she was set on moving on. She kept going, climbing up the wet and slippery stones, calling his name. 

“Olalla?” It was feeble at first, but when she called back again, she heard his second response clearly. It was coming from above, maybe 50 or 100 metres up the path. She couldn’t really tell in the fog. 

She found him sitting on a rock under one of the steeper parts of the path, with his arms wrapped around his torso and his eyes wide with shock. He was drenched, shivering like a pinscher. He looked overwhelmed, disoriented and shaken, but - thankfully - very much alive. She started after him, pulling him in a tight embrace. He was shaking. 

“Dzięki Bogu!”

“What?”

“I’m just so glad I found you. Oh my god, so glad! Why didn’t you answer my call? And why are you still up here? Are you hurt?” She rocked him back and forth in her arms, unable to let go, while she showered him with questions. Only after he whispered a feeble “hey” in her ear, she let go and cupped his cheeks in her hands instead, searching his face for cues. Was he injured? Talk to me man! He reciprocated her stare with a feeble smile. 

“I tossed my phone down the hill when the shit started. Keys too. Spent an eternity crouching on my toes on a few blades of grass. Couldn’t feel my legs afterwards. That’s why I slipped when I tried to climb down eventually. I think I sprained my ankle.” She moved her hands down to examine it, feeling it carefully with just her fingertips, but he still hissed with pain. 

“Shit. Can you stand? We really need to get you down. It’s getting dark.”

“How did you find me?”

“I just… knew. It doesn’t matter now. We need to get going. 

He tried to stand up, while she supported him, with his arm around her shoulders. They tried to make a few steps, but his legs gave way and he whimpered in pain. 

She sat him down in the patch of grass again. It was almost dark and the path was wet and slippery. She had the head torch, but that wouldn’t be enough. She didn’t mention bears, so as not to scare him even more, but the truth was that she was scared of them too. It was no use. They would have to spend the night up there. She was prepared for that. She took a few deep breaths and contemplated what next. He was soaked to the bone and agitated. She had to keep him calm, dry and warm…

“So, you were at the top when the storm hit?” she asked, her voice unnaturally calm. He only nodded. 

“It’s really fortunate that you chose this one,” she continued matter-of-factly, while she started rummaging in her backpack. “The neighbouring Swinica is higher and with a lot of iron…I mean safety chains. It usually attracts most of the lighting. Are you thirsty?” It was all just a feeble attempt to suppress her own distress, because she knew that at least one of them had to remain calm. She had the basic knowledge of what to do, but she had never spent the night up there. In reality, she was panicking… Maya! She almost forgot. Pulling her phone from her backpack, she noticed she had four missed calls and almost no battery left. She started rummaging in the pack again, feeling the panic rise again

“Shit, I can’t find my power bank. I must have left it on my bed.” She checked the battery again. 3 %, just enough to type a brief message for Maya. 

Found him. Koscielec. Sprained ankle, gonna bivouac, will need help in the morning.

The battery died before she got the confirmation that it was received, so now, they just had to pray for the best. 

Looking at his soaked-through windstopper, she frowned. “Do you have any warm clothes you could use as an isolation?”

“Yeah, a spare hoodie. I think it’s still dry.”  

The world around them suddenly turned orange, making them turn their heads to the west where the setting sun finally peeked through the dissipating clouds. They could feel its faint warmth on their faces. Joshua closed his eyes and took a slow, deep and shaky breath. Agnieszka looked around them. The sky was indeed already clearing, which only meant that it would get cold very quickly. 

“Good, put it on immediately. It’s getting chilly and you’re shivering terribly. Unfortunately, I have only one rescue blanket. We’re gonna have to cuddle.” She looked at his legs with concern. “Spare pants?”

“No, just these shorts,” he replied absentmindedly and finally opened his eyes again, but the expression on his face remained distant and dreamy, and he kept looking at the sunset. “It’s beautiful.” 

“Yes, it’s beautiful, but listen to me! We need to keep you warm. Joshua, look at me!” She cupped his cheeks in her hands and turned his head to face her. They were cold to the touch, so she checked his hands next. Ice-cold already. He was breathing rapidly now, but thankfully still kept shivering. “I think you’re already a bit hypothermic, baby. Quickly, shed this wet sweatshirt.”

He did as she told him, while she took out her thermo flash full of hot tea and forced him to drink some. Then she wrapped them both in a rescue blanket and snuggled close to him to keep him warm. 

She cradled him in her arms until he started shaking violently again, his teeth chattering loudly. That was a good sign, his body temperature rising again. They remained like that for at least twenty minutes, until he finally relaxed and wrapped his arms around her, drawing circles on her forearm with his thumb. “I’m sorry for what I said, Olalla,” he whispered and kissed her hair. “I’m glad you’re here. I thought I was going to die here. Without saying things I should have said...” 

She shushed him. “I wouldn’t let you.” 

They watched how the sky darkened and the celestial dome revealed all its wonder. Not ever the lights from the town below could dim its beauty. His fingertips found her chin and turned her face to his. She watched how the tiny light reflected in his eyes before he closed the gap between them and their lips touched again in a gentle kiss. They deepened it eventually, taking their time to communicate without words. 

“I’m afraid you’re going to miss your flight,” she whispered when their lips parted.

“Yes, I was going to.”

They talked eventually, They talked about everything. They talked until midnight, when the breaks between sentences became more prolonged and their stiff muscles relaxed eventually. 

“How does your dad call you, again?” he asked her after a while, his voice already hoarse. It took her by surprise, because he could have heard it just once…a week ago.

“Neszka.”

“Neszka…,” he repeated. Pronouncing it was like eating ice cream…or getting ready for a kiss. “It’s beautiful. A perfect name for a butterfly. Very fitting.”

Still in a tight embrace, she snaked her left hand under his shirt and up his chest, making him sigh. “Your heart’s beating so soundly,” she whispered. She felt the vibrations of the steady rhythm travel through her fingertips, reverberating her bones until she heard them inside her head, ringing.

“Like a bell,” he replied and closed his eyes.  

He fell asleep eventually, but Agnieszka couldn’t. They didn't have time, just moments, and it would be a crime to waste a second. There would be enough time to sleep once she’s laid in her grave. Starlight illuminated his face enough to reveal the prominent curve of his brow or his parted lips, and she couldn’t stop watching the silhouette of his profile. He was beautiful. 

She snuggled even closer, burying her face in the curve of his neck, breathing in the unmistakable and intoxicating scent of his body. Every minute spent with you is worth a thousand light years. I don’t care what you think or feel, you’re here now and I love you. “Kocham cię.” She whispered those last words with her lips pressed against the velvet spot right below his earlobe, tattooing them into his skin with her hot breath so that he could carry them with him wherever he goes. Closing her eyes, she imagined what it would be like to wake up to the warm scent of his body every morning, knowing very well this wasn’t meant to be. That’s why she cherished every inhale as if it was her last intake of breath in this world. He had crushed the remaining pieces of her broken heart to pulp from which it could be remoulded again, and she was suddenly determined to do so, with or without him. She would remember his touches till the rest of her days… 

She dozed off at last, because when she opened her eyes again, the sky had already turned to indigo, with a sliver of pink on the northeastern horizon. She started at the realization that the morning was approaching and the sudden movement made him stir as well. They were both stiff from the cold, their noses icy and their feet prickling, but with her hand still under his shirt, she could feel the warm skin of his chest. “What time is it,” he mumbled against her cheek.

She looked at her garmin. “5:15. The sun will rise soon.”

“Marvelous. I need to pee.” His words made her laugh out loud and she could feel him sniggering against her skin, his chest shaking against her arm.  

“Ok, big boy. Let’s get moving. We should try to get closer to the cottage as soon as the dawn breaks. How’s your ankle?”

“Better, I think. No twitching pain anymore. Just a tingle.” 

After they packed their things, he relieved himself behind one of the larger stones, and began their slow descent as soon as the dawn broke. He could stand, that was good, but she still supported him in the most precarious passages. The precipitous stony path was still wet and slippery, and they were taking their time.

It was just a brief moment of inattention. She let go for only a second to adjust the strap on her backpack. The motion made her thermo flask slip from the bottle pocket and fall to the ground where it clinked loudly upon the stone. 

Joshua turned around to see what happened and his bad foot slipped on the wet surface. She watched in slow motion how his outstretched arm sweeped the air in front of her in a vain attempt to take a hold of a turf of grass next to her left leg. Her heart nearly burst out of her chest. She quickly darted forward and tried to catch him, but her fingertips missed him by a few centimeters, and the last thing she saw before he disappeared below were his wide and terrified eyes. A millisecond later – but it felt like minutes – she heard a choked yelp. 

He fell only a few metres, and she could climb down to him with ease, but it was still a terrifying sight. His forearms were bruised and bloody, as well as his left shin, all the way from the knee to the angle. But her heart almost stopped beating when she felt his head and found a dark matted patch in his hair behind his left ear. He was conscious, but she could see his eyes drooping. He looked at her, and whimpered. Then he closed his eyes and she buried her fingernails in the flesh of his bicep just to keep him awake. 

“Joshua, you mustn’t fall asleep now. Listen to me! Stay with me!” She sang to him songs of her childhood while she cradled his head in her lap. 

They found them shortly after 7 am. Three bulky guys from the mountain rescue were the first ones to arrive, accompanied by her dad and Maya. It all seemed like a dream. Agnieszka felt lightheaded and nauseous, and her hands started shaking uncontrollably the moment she saw them. It was as if someone opened the floodgates and all the previously suppressed anxiety and fear gushed through her veins. Their voices were coming to her from great distance, muffled by the ringing in her ears. They lifted him from her lap and she winced at the sudden chill caused by the morning breeze. The men kept asking her if she was hurt, but all she could do was to repeat “him, him…” over and over again. 

Her dad was the first to notice. “Neszka, child, I think you’re getting into shock.” He pushed her head between her knees to keep her from fainting and kept rubbing her back comfortingly when she finally heard the sound of a helicopter in the distance. She opened her eyes to see it already hanging in mid air right above them. 

She heard the men talking. One of them mentioned Krakow. It sobered her momentarily as her heart pumped a fresh dose of adrenaline into her veins. Krakow? Why Krakow? The medicopted belonged to the hospital in Zakopane. Why would they be taking him to Krakow? What was wrong with him? She stood up and felt two pairs of hands holding her arms as she started after the men that moved around the stretcher. She didn’t even realize she was shouting until Maya shouted back. “Be sensible! He has a head injury and he’s an internationally acclaimed musician. He’s going to Krakow! Don’t argue.”

When she calmed down, they finally let her come to him. He tried to say something but she couldn’t hear him through the sound or medicopter blades, so he grabbed her arm and pulled her closer to him. “Call Jake,” he mumbled.

“Jake? Your brother? How am I supp…”

“My emergency contact…,” he wheezed and squeezed her hand once more before the paramedics shouted that it was time to go. She watched them pull the stretcher up into the medicopter and soon they were just a dot in the sky. She stood there for several minutes, frozen and unable to take her eyes off of them until they disappeared on the northern horizon. She was only barely aware of Maya hugging her tight and of the lukewarm morning wind cooling her wet cheeks. Silence engulfed them, only a single hawk screeched in the distance.

Author's note:

I took this picture in High Tatras in August 2019. I later painted it (This is the painting, obviously. The original photo is featured in the this story's graphics).

We (me and my husband) were just descending when the sudden storm swept through the whole mountain range, killing several people that day. Five people died, including two children, and at least a hundred people were injured, most of them on the Polish side of the Tatras. I took the picture right before the storm hit. We were very lucky.

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[hitomisuzuya]

Been working on this animation for a while and it's taking a lot outta me 😭

Taking a break now but was wondering if I could get a Nun!Reader x Venti/Barbatos where the reader grew up being a nun so she never been in a relationship or had any physical contact so of course she's very deprived and well horny-

So while sinfully touching herself(let's say the church has specific rooms for the nuns who live there) and calling out his name in sin Barbatos appears to grant her her wish, her prayer of feeling him fill her up-

I'm too down bad for this man😭

If you can could you incorporate these kinks?

God complex, Corruption kink and breeding kink? 🥺

-With love, Ventis Windblume🌸🍎💚

Venti x Nun!fem!reader. Smut. Yandere!Venti Corruption kink. Breeding kink. God complex.

a/n: When I saw this, I thought: Oh this perfect cause now I can write Yandere!Venti like I said I would. I hope you enjoy. First time writing smut with Venti😭 I hope I don't disappoint. Don't work too hard, okay!!

You were lost in your own little world, gripping the sheets in your room, rubbing your clit and fingering yourself desperately. You were a Nun. And it was generally frowned upon for a Nun to engage in sexual intercourse.

You were a bride of the Anemo Archon. Your body needed to stay pure for him.

It didn't make sense to you though, hearing that you had to stay pure in the name of Barbatos. Why shouldn't you offer your body to him?

So this was your way of doing it. You wanted to always keep in mind what Barbara had told you, though.

So you stuck to pleasuring yourself in one of the rooms at the back of the Church.

"Hehe~ You sound so pretty moaning my name like that. Please, keep doing it while I watch~" Venti giggled, seeming to materialize out of thin air. It didn't take long for you to connect that Venti and the Anemo Archon were the same person. You were a very astute young lady. He grinned at you, "Tell me when you are close to cumming. I'm going to enjoy this~."

Your heart leapt, soaring high into the clouds like Dvalin was carrying it on his wings.

Your cheeks were flushed with pride, bucking your hips up against your fingers, moaning his name with more urgency. You could finally serve your God like this!

Venti grinned the whole time, watching your every move. It was turning him on, seeing you acting so sinful in front of him. And you so desperately wanted to stay pure to your faith.

The very moment he'd heard you say to Barbara that you would always uphold your vow to stay pure for him, the only thing he could think of was getting his hands on you, corrupting you late into the night while you screamed and writhed beneath him.

He stalked you for months after that, always hanging around when you did your chores out in the courtyard, picking up the slack for Barbara so she could sing for her fans. You were so sweet for doing that.

Practically all ever he ever looked at or thought about was how perfect your childbearing hips were. You would look breathtaking pregnant. Your children would be the rarest of them all, being born with a Vision at birth.

Oh he was so excited!

Venti practically salivated as he watched you. You were showing such loyalty to him right now. It was really turning him on.

"My Lord, I'm close. Hurry please, I don't think I can last much longer," you pleaded, tears of desperation fell from your eyes. You looked more divine than ever right now.

"Don't worry, my love~," Venti said gleefully. You hadn't even noticed he was naked already. He had jacking himself off while he watched you. "I'll fill you full of my children. It's what you want the most~."

He didn't apologize for thrusting his cock inside of you without warning. You cried out in pleasure, making him shiver while he started thrusting. Your pussy seemed to suck his cock inside of you. "You have made such a filthy mess of yourself. You look so delicious that I can barely hold myself back~."

Your legs wrapped around his waist, pushing his cock to the hilt inside of you.

"The other Nuns might be disappointed when you become pregnant. They shouldn't be. Don't worry, my beautiful, loyal Nun. You'll always be pure in my eyes. You are serving your God so well. I'll make sure you are pregnant while I corrupt you slowly. It's all I ever think about.~"

[polaris-likethestar]

as annoying as raven is and as much as i want to stab her 24/7 i see SO much raven slander and while i genuinely agree with most of it, i want to talk about why i feel like y'all over hate on her (specifically her in first class)

now warning, this is going to be very long, and this is nowhere near an accurate character study but just how i personally view it so that’s just me. pls no hate thank you :)

so she meets this boy when she’s a kid - charles - and thinks, wow, there’s finally someone out there like me. i’m not alone, i don’t have to be alone. he gave raven the same sort of reassurance that he gave erik and while this is, in no means, supposed to be hating on charles, ultimately, raven was right in the sense that as much as he wanted mutant equality and as much as he just wanted safety for his sister, he, whether or not he meant to do it intentionally (which i don’t believe he did) fed into her insecurities by telling raven to basically hide herself.

and yes, i get why he did that, and yes, she should’ve spoken up on how she felt, but if the one person who was supposed to get you and understand you and unconditionally love you when no one else did was suddenly treating you the exact same as everyone else would have treated you, forcing you to hide, you would feel a tad bit angry at yourself, the world and that person, wouldn’t you? reminder that when she asked him if he’d date her if they didn’t know each other he said yes of course before realizing she meant in her blue form and then he just went uh well i do know you that’s the thing so it’ll be weird. like um wow okay. hypocrite.

so, now, as much as she hates it, raven has it in her mind, i wish i didn’t look like this, i shouldn’t look like this, i feel ugly, i hate myself which quite honestly made for a more relatable and genuine main character inner monolouge instead of charles’ i want world peace, but either way i’m confident in myself or erik’s i want humans to die, but either way i’m confident in myself. all raven really wanted for herself was to feel confident and a lot of that turned into a need for validation which we’ll get into later.

(random but the part where charles is like put some clothes on raven girlie thats ur brother he doesnt wanna see u naked but moving on)

then, enter hank. someone who gets it. someone who visibly looks weird although let’s be honest, weird feet compared to being blue? it’s literally nothing but whatever. he understands her, she understands him and right now she doesn’t want to be blue and he doesn't want weird feet. she finally feels understood, in a way she believes charles could never understand her.

and then erik comes along. he’s all for pro mutants, be confident in yourself, mutant and proud, and she’s never seen someone like that. her immediate attraction to him is because of his overwhelming sense of security in his power that she’s never had. he tells her she’s fine the way she is and while, similar to charles, erik’s power isn’t “visible” so he can’t really be talking, she’s not even considering that just because she’s just so in shock that someone could actually not only accept her in her natural form, but embrace her.

she no longer wants the cure because she believes someone truly cares about her. she no longer believes that she needs to be insecure. all the things she hated about herself, she learned to love. and it’s really sad because as i said before, she thrives off of validiation, which she’s never truly received - until now. one person validates her and she feels like her life is complete. that’s sad. but ultimately, she feels more secure in herself now.

and then hank again. she wants him to see himself how she now sees herself. but he doesn’t and basically calls her ugly except it’s not even basically cause he straight up says you’re not beautifull and i know he didn’t mean it like that but bruh that was neither demure nor mindful.

and then she goes to talk to charles thinking alright so maybe hank doesn’t agree with me, neither does charles, but charles is my brother, he loves me. he’ll understand. but the thing is, he doesn’t say anything to insinuate to raven that he does understand. he straight up says something along the lines of i thought hank found a cure for you. which i personally thought charles understood what raven was going through, sure he didn’t have a visible mutation, but he was still a mutant, so while i do believe he was understanding, i think he didn’t show it very well.

now, the one thing raven did that i can’t defend, is the beach. leaving charles. while i know that she did want to go with erik, i don’t think she would’ve left if charles didn’t tell her too and at that point raven probably thought charles didn’t even want her around and that kind of would’ve confirmed it. still, that’s not right, that’s your brother, your only friend, you don’t know if he’s gonna survive. i get why she would’ve left, also because she was angry, but that wasn’t right.

ultimately, she was just an insecure girl, who quite honestly, didn’t know what she wanted and felt alone in the world and while she wasn’t the only one, and was extremely annoying about it, especially since she refused to see the other side of things and focused mainly on herself, i can’t really blame her, and i don’t think she deserves all the hate she gets.

[inner-viper]

What are their kinks? Their sexual intimacy? An overview of their sex life FS (18+ ONLY) PILE 3! (PART1)

ORIGINAL POST HERE

Hello, my name is Viper and I am an intutive seer/oralce tarot reader. I am well versed in finding information through divination and using my intuition~ Today I wanted to do a spicy topic because its so fun. I haven't started explaining some piles and I already feel the heat. Damn, a lot of passion and fiery enegy in this reading.. Its making me horny LMFAO. THIS TOOK ME 2 DAYS AND I WAS NOT EXPECTING FOR IT TO TAKE THIS LONG. All three of these piles wanted me to do MORE DETAILS. My channeling DRAINED ME. That’s why I took so long because afterwards THEY SUCKED MY ENERGY. (Do not worry, I just received loads of messages. It gets overwhelming). Anyways, remember nothing is set in stone. This is for entertainment purposes only. NO MINORS. 18+ ONLY.

TW: MENTIONS OF KNIFE PLAY, and CHOKING. SEXUAL CONTENT!!

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Classical Tarot Deck: Three of Cups, King of Pentacles, Page of Cups, Page of Wands, Queen of Pentacles, Justice (in reverse), Ten of Pentacles (in reverse), The Tower

Oracle Deck: The Thinking Woman, Deceit, Yin/Yang, Goddess of The Moon, Community, Victory (in reverse), Envy, Man Holding a Coin, Archangel Micheal/Root Chakra (THIS EXTRA CARD WENT FLYING).

Ok, GUYS, THIS PERSON IS A SWITCH. THEY CRAZY ASF. They definitely are into threesomes, that’s a fantasy of theirs. They probably want to be surrendered by multiple people. Specifically 2 girls, for some 2 men. I also see that they can BOTH DOM AND SUB. This person knows exactly how to switch. They are fucking experienced well. They can please anyone. They will take it as a challenge if you say you never came before. (They going crazy, this person is a master at sex🫣). They firmly believe that sex is about letting loose and it’s a part of being human. They say fuck the taboos, they definitely don’t care about conservative views. They might have grown up with conservative views and this caused their sex life to manifest that way. I’m seeing that you, the one reading this, might have grown up with extremely conservative views as well. I think you guys might have issues with being intimate and vulnerable with another person. This person will make you open up to a heart-to-heart connection. During the act of making love, they will want you to give them their heart. To pour your honest feelings out, to lay there naked and bare in front of them. Honestly, it would be very sweet and passionate. I’m seeing that they will kiss you deeply and passionately. It will be very romantic, expect to feel loved by them. This will be a very intense experience honestly. They will probably either appear to be innocent and shy on the streets but in the sheets, they are nasty asf. (LITERALLY, THEIR APPEARANCE WILL BE THE OPPOSITE OF WHAT THEY ACTUALLY ARE LIKE LOLLL). You MIGHT be that way too. They will like how you will challenge them.

I think if you guys are innocent looking but freak on the sheets, then they will love that you bring this other side of them out. The dominant side of them will want to push you to extreme highs. They will love to chase after you. In bed, they are into changing positions constantly too. WORSHIPPING HERE IS BIG. They will worship you as a god/goddess. They will trail kisses all over you. They may like your feet because they think it’s beautiful. (I’m seeing an image of a dark skin woman with beautiful feet being kissed on their feet by their FS). I also see that once you guys are more comfortable, they will like your dominant side. I’m seeing that you definitely have a dominant side. They will think it’s so fucking hot when you command them to do something. I think people get confused about dominant and being submissive VS giving and receiving. Being dominant doesn’t necessarily mean you are the giver. (For some people who might read this and be like “What! no way!” LMFAO).

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(yes, i tried to fit it in one post with no intro and still couldn't upload.....)

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