#Interactive-Patient-Education

[patient-education]

Revolutionizing Patient Education with “X-Plain Health AI”

Imagine a world where every patient's educational journey is uniquely tailored to their health needs, language, and learning style. This is not a distant dream but a present reality, thanks to the groundbreaking advancements in AI with “X-Plain Health AI,” a custom GPT app redefining the landscape of patient education. How is this innovative technology transforming how we understand and interact with healthcare information? Let's explore the future, which is already here.

What are Custom GPTs? Custom GPTs are a specialized iteration of the Generative Pre-trained Transformer models designed specifically for targeted applications. Unlike general-purpose models like ChatGPT, custom GPTs are fine-tuned with specific datasets, tailored instructions, and integrated functionalities to cater to particular needs. This specialization enables them to produce outputs that are highly adaptive and aligned with specific objectives, making them invaluable in fields like patient education.

Traditional vs. AI-based Patient Education

In traditional settings, patient education relies on printed materials, videos, and digital resources, which often fall short in addressing the diverse needs of patients. These methods, while informative, lack the personalization necessary for effective healthcare communication. Custom GPTs revolutionize this domain by offering tailored, dynamic, and interactive educational content. This AI-driven approach aligns with individual health conditions, literacy levels, and cultural backgrounds, enhancing patient understanding, engagement, and adherence to medical guidance.

Consider the case of Laila, a 52-year-old woman recently diagnosed with type 2 diabetes. She's overwhelmed with the flood of generic information available online. That's where 'X-Plain Health AI' comes in. Unlike traditional GPT models like ChatGPT, our custom GPT is fine-tuned with vast medical data. When Laila uses X-Plain Health AI, she receives personalized information. The system adjusts the complexity of the language to match her understanding and even considers her cultural background. This means Laila gets tailored advice on managing her diabetes, dietary recommendations suited to her lifestyle, and explanations of medical terms in a way she can easily comprehend. It's like having a virtual health educator, always ready to provide information that’s specifically relevant to her, rather than a one-size-fits-all approach.

X-Plain Health AI

Custom GPTs for patient education can generate detailed, specific information about a patient's condition and treatment options, adjust the complexity of the language to suit the patient's literacy level, facilitate interactive learning sessions for heightened engagement, and offer materials in multiple languages, considering cultural nuances.

Released on February 5, 2024, X-Plain Health AI is a pioneering custom GPT model developed by the Patient Education Institute. Accessible through the ChatGPT Store, it promises unprecedented personalization in patient education. What does “X-Plain Health AI” offer beyond what ChatGPT can do? Some key features include:

Prompting users to set their preferences for language, content depth, difficulty level, and other parameters.

Ask users to select a health topic, then offer targeted questions to refine information to specific interests like causes, symptoms, alternative treatments, risks, coping strategies, support options, and more.

Adjusting the complexity of the text according to the user’s preferences and previous interactions.

Engage with users to explain complex terms, present statistics, or compare treatment options tailored to their specific requests.

Asking questions to verify understanding.

Using our extensive database of peer-reviewed, up-to-date content, which includes over 25 million words, a video library with over 2,500 videos, and 2,500 interactive quizzes for comprehension testing, ensuring that users receive up-to-date information in their preferred educational format.

Upon the user’s request, display one of our +10,000 illustrations and +100,000 slides to show diagrams and anatomical and procedural illustrations (in progress).

Here is a scenario illustrating how X-Plain Health AI interacts with a user: John, a 40-year-old man, logs into X-Plain Health AI.

—      X-Plain Health AI: "Hello! How may I assist you today? Do you have any specific health topics or questions in mind? Also, would you like me to address you by a name?”

—      John: “You can call me John. I want to learn about managing high blood pressure.”

—      X-Plain Health AI: “Welcome, John! To provide you with personalized information about managing high blood pressure, I have a few questions for you. First, what is your preferred language for communication?"

—      John: "English, please."

—      X-Plain Health AI: "Great, English it is. How would you rate your understanding of high blood pressure management on a scale from 1 to 5?"

—      John: "Probably around a 2."

—      X-Plain Health AI: "Understood, we'll keep things straightforward. Are you seeking information on causes, symptoms, complications, diet, exercise, medication, or all of these topics?"

—      John: "Mostly diet and exercise."

—      X-Plain Health AI: "Okay. I can provide dietary guidelines and exercise tips that effectively manage high blood pressure. Before we proceed, do you have any dietary restrictions or physical limitations I should be aware of?"

—      John: "I'm a vegetarian and have a knee injury, so nothing too strenuous."

—      X-Plain Health AI: "Thanks for sharing that, John. I'll tailor the information accordingly. [Provides tailored advice on a vegetarian diet and low-impact exercises suitable for someone with a knee injury]. Would you like me to ask a few questions to ensure you've understood the information clearly?"

—      John: "Yes, that would be helpful."

—      X-Plain Health AI: "Alright, let's start with a simple one: Can you name two vegetables that are particularly beneficial for managing high blood pressure?"

—      John: [Responds with his answers]

—      X-Plain Health AI: "That's correct! [Provides feedback on his answers]. Let’s try another question to see how you’re doing with the exercise recommendations."

Challenges and Considerations

The deployment of custom GPTs in patient education presents challenges, particularly in privacy and information accuracy. Ensuring compliance with healthcare privacy laws, such as HIPAA, and maintaining the accuracy of the information provided by these AI models are of utmost importance. It's crucial to continually remind users that AI-generated content should be seen as supplementary to professional medical advice, not a replacement.

In OpenAI's custom GPT environment, users have control over their data. If they permit ChatGPT to learn from their interactions, the chats with custom GPTs remain private and are not shared with the creators. A key challenge is ensuring GPT models adhere to healthcare privacy laws like HIPAA. ChatGPT and custom GPT models consistently remind users not to share any personally identifiable information during conversations. Users also have the option to adjust their settings to prevent ChatGPT from retaining their chat history. However, these settings may not be straightforward and could be inadvertently altered during updates or when opting into new services. In addition, the field is rapidly developing, and so are OpenAI’s privacy and data training policies.

Two years following the launch of X-Plain in 1995, we established a clear distinction between Clinical X-Plain and Public X-Plain. Clinical X-Plain serves a crucial role in clinical environments, offering informed consent, discharge instructions, and specific guidance on medications and home care directly to patients. In contrast, Public X-Plain is a patient education resource available on healthcare institutions' websites, assisting patients in learning about and preparing for clinical visits. In this context, X-Plain Health AI is envisioned as a public-facing tool accessible online to aid patients in understanding and preparing for healthcare encounters. It is distinct from the discharge documents that healthcare providers typically hand to patients following outpatient, inpatient, or emergency room visits.

Monetization

The introduction of the GPT Store by OpenAI marks a significant shift in the landscape of AI application development. Like an app store for AI technologies, this platform allows creators to publish and potentially monetize their GPT models. Although still in its infancy, the revenue-sharing model indicates a promising avenue for creators to benefit financially from their innovative AI solutions in healthcare.

What do we know so far? OpenAI covers the cost of tokens for GPTs in the OpenAI GPT Store. This means neither the user nor the creator of a custom GPT bears the token cost. However, access to the GPT Store and its features is limited to ChatGPT Plus Subscribers and OpenAI Enterprise customers.

The monetization model for OpenAI's GPT Store is still unspecified and vague.  OpenAI states that it will involve revenue sharing with creators, where creators are paid based on the usage and utility of their custom GPTs. Initially, the revenue model may start with a straightforward revenue share, the specifics of which are yet to be detailed. Later, there might be options for subscription-based access to individual GPTs, depending on demand.

These monetization policies are dynamic and tentative; for the most current monetization models, check OpenAI's official website.

Our patient education solutions are exclusively licensed to healthcare institutions and stakeholders, not directly to patients. However, with OpenAI's proposed model for monetization, we are poised to indirectly offer X-Plain Health AI to patients and individual users for the first time, a departure from our traditional approach of licensing only to healthcare service providers. Given the importance of ensuring accuracy and privacy, we will maintain X-Plain Health AI as a public patient education tool rather than a clinical one until these critical factors are fully guaranteed.

The Future

Looking ahead, the potential of AI in patient education is immense. Future developments in custom GPTs are expected to include a deeper understanding of language nuances, more sophisticated bias mitigation techniques, and enhanced integration with other applications.

Regarding its integration with other applications, future custom GPT models for patient education will offer capabilities such as:

Seamlessly combining several aspects of patient care, including treatment planning, patient education, and follow-up care.

Dynamically adapting educational content in real-time based on the user's preferences, interaction style, and updates in their health records.

Utilize predictive analytics to identify potential health risks and deliver tailored educational content to patients accordingly.

Enhancing patient engagement and understanding using augmented reality in educational materials.

Final Notes

As custom AI models like X-Plain Health AI evolve, it’s crucial to steer their integration and governance in patient engagement proactively. To ensure these advancements serve the best interests of all involved, consider the following:

Healthcare thought leaders should commit to ongoing research and develop oversight processes. Regular evaluations of custom GPTs for accuracy, privacy protection, and clinical effectiveness are essential. This continuous monitoring facilitates responsible innovation that truly benefits patients.

Policymakers must act promptly to establish data governance laws specifically for healthcare AI. These regulations should balance patient rights protection with the encouragement of empowering innovations.

Patients should be encouraged to learn about and use AI-powered educational tools. They need to recognize that, while valuable, these tools are not replacements for professional medical advice.

By fostering frameworks that promote accountability in tandem with technological advancement, we can revolutionize how individuals learn about and manage their health.

As we stand on the brink of a new healthcare age, X-Plain Health AI represents a pivotal shift from one-size-fits-all to a world where patient education is as adapted as a tailored suit.

[wrenhavenriver]

nurs//ing sc/hool is great except for the part where you feel like an annoying idiot all the time

[moths-in-a-coat]

i honestly thought working at a college (in a sector dominated by customer service) that the people/students i’m helping are

i don’t really know? able to follow directions? or have some intuitive sense of how things work?

i just thought that people in college would make customer service easier compared to like working at a store or something

but, alas, if you tell a student to go to a website, often times you need to tell them explicitly, with clear instructions, that they need to open a browser like chrome, make sure a new tab is opened, to click onto the search bar, to type in the url, and explain that when i say “dot com” i do not mean type in “dot” but to actually use the period on the keyboard

i get that having access to computers consistently enough is sometimes a privilege for many households, but at the same time, schools have chromebooks or mandatory computer time, and, in my school growing up, mandatory computer classes AND robotics/progaming classes despite being from a poorer school district

i just don’t think i’ll be able to explain that, no, when i say click on something using a mouse, that you cannot click and drag it. you have to hold the mouse still and click it while holding it still one more time without losing my mind in some capacity more than i already have

[asrarblog]

Medical Affairs Function in Pharmaceuticals – Asrar Qureshi’s Blog Post #873

[leriexoxo]

KISSING 101

Bff! Seungmin x Reader

Tags: smut, first kiss, first time, unprotected sex (i cant help it), lots of kissing, seduction, feelings realization, bestfriends to lovers

Word Count: 7.2k

Summary: It was supposed to be a kissing lesson , just a friend helping his best friend out. What you didn’t know was that no one else’s kisses could be like seungmins, and that automatically switched everything up…

This work contains mature themes, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!

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“Min, I’m serious. I don’t wanna mess this up.”

You sat on the floor, legs crossed, back pressed against the side of your bed as you stared at him—Kim Seungmin, resident menace, relationship cynic, and unfortunately, your best friend.

He was sprawled across your mattress, long legs hanging off the edge, hoodie half-rumpled from how many times he’d rolled his eyes and flopped around like you were torturing him with this whole conversation.

“You really want me to teach you how to kiss,” he said flatly, his voice dipped in disbelief. “Like, actually kiss. Lips. Tongue. That whole deal.”

“Yes.” You hesitated. “I just… I don’t wanna screw it up. He’s cute, and I’m nervous, and if I freeze or, I dunno, bite his nose or something—”

Seungmin snorted. “Bite his nose?”

“I panic!”

He sighed, sitting up, arms resting over his knees. For a moment, he just looked at you—long enough that you started to regret even asking. Then he rubbed the back of his neck and muttered, “This is so weird.”

“I know,” you groaned, dragging a hand over your face. “You don’t have to—”

“—But I will,” he cut in.

You blinked. “Wait, really?”

“I mean, yeah. I’m not gonna let you bomb your first kiss on some random guy who probably wears too much cologne and says ‘vibe check’ unironically.”

A soft laugh escaped you, but your chest was tight. This was Seungmin. Your ride or die. And now you were asking him to kiss you like you were… anyone else.

“Okay,” you said, voice barely above a whisper.

Seungmin shifted, sliding off the bed to sit in front of you. It was quiet—too quiet—until he cleared his throat and gave you the most serious look you’d ever seen on his face.

“I’m not gonna make this a thing,” he said, like a warning. “We’re not making it weird, alright?”

“Right. Not weird. Totally educational.”

He raised a brow. “Kissing 101 with Professor Kim.”

You laughed nervously, and he didn’t. He was watching you again, eyes flicking down to your mouth for just a second—barely long enough to catch.

“Okay, first—breathe.” His voice had dropped an octave. “You’re tense.”

“I’m literally about to kiss you, of course I’m tense!”

“Fair,” he murmured. Then he leaned in, slow and deliberate. “So I’m gonna go in—just a little. You don’t have to do anything yet. Just follow my lead.”

Your heart was in your throat as he tilted his head, his hand coming up to cup your jaw gently. His touch was careful. Measured. You could feel the heat of him, the scent of his cologne—clean, warm, familiar.

“Close your eyes,” he whispered, so soft you barely heard it.

And then… his lips brushed yours.

It wasn’t a kiss—not fully. Just a featherlight press. Testing. Patient.

He pulled back the tiniest bit, eyes scanning your face.

“You okay?” he murmured.

You nodded, breath shaky.

This time, he closed the distance fully. His mouth met yours, firmer now, and you felt his fingers flex slightly at your jaw. The kiss was slow, almost too slow—each second stretched like he was making sure you absorbed every movement, every shift of his lips against yours.

When your mouth parted slightly, unsure, he made a soft sound in his throat and tilted your face a little more.

“Good,” he whispered against you. “Relax your lips—don’t overthink. Just feel it.”

You mirrored him instinctively, letting your lips follow the rhythm he set—soft, exploratory, unhurried.

Your hands had somehow found their way to his hoodie, clutching it lightly. You didn’t even realize until he broke the kiss, just a few centimeters away, his breath brushing your lips.

“That,” he said, voice husky and quiet, “was your first real kiss.”

You blinked, dazed, still holding onto him.

He let his hand fall away and cleared his throat like he was resetting his entire soul.

“Next lesson’s gonna be about tongue,” he added, glancing away like he wasn’t dying inside. “If you don’t chicken out.”

But neither of you moved.

Neither of you said the part out loud—that something had shifted, cracked open just a little.

But it hung there.

Between you.

Heavy and undeniable.

⸻

You didn’t talk about it.

Not that night, not the next morning, not even after he left your place with a dumb excuse like “I have to go reorganize my playlists.” You both pretended it hadn’t happened—even though it definitely had. Even though your lips still tingled, and every time you touched your face, you could feel the ghost of Seungmin’s mouth there.

It was just a kiss.

Just a favor.

Just a lesson.

Totally normal best friend behavior.

Right?

The next few days were… weird.

Seungmin was still Seungmin—still teasing you, still stealing your fries, still sending you TikToks at 3AM. But there was something different now. Like something was sitting between you, invisible but very present. A pause too long. A glance that lingered. A laugh that didn’t quite reach his eyes.

And maybe you were overthinking it.

Or maybe he was doing the exact same thing.

But neither of you brought it up.

You tried. Once. Sort of.

You’d both been hanging out in your room again, him scrolling through his phone while you fidgeted with the edge of your hoodie. You opened your mouth to say something—you didn’t know what—and then he looked at you and said, “You’ve got that face.”

“What face?”

“The face you make when you’re about to overthink yourself into an aneurysm.”

So you shut your mouth.

And the moment passed.

But it didn’t go away.

It settled—simmering quietly under the surface, waiting.

And then—a few days later—you snapped.

It was late. Too late to be texting anyone but Seungmin. You stared at your phone, thumbs hovering over the keyboard for a solid minute before you typed:

you up

His response was instant.

Always. What’s up, panic princess?

You chewed your lip. Then:

I want lesson two

You sent it before you could back out.

The typing dots popped up. Disappeared. Popped up again.

And then—

You’re joking

You rolled your eyes.

Dead serious

This time, the dots stayed.

…be at your place in 10

Your heart plummeted. Spiked. Did a triple backflip. You suddenly regretted everything.

You barely had time to throw on something semi-decent before your doorbell buzzed.

And when you opened the door, Seungmin just stood there, hoodie up, face unreadable.

“You really wanna do this?” he asked, voice low.

You swallowed. Nodded.

His jaw tightened—just for a split second.

“Alright,” he said, stepping inside. “Lesson Two. Let’s make it count.”

And for the first time since you’d known him, he sounded nervous.

“Sit.”

Seungmin’s voice was steady, but his hands were shoved into the front pocket of his hoodie like he didn’t trust what they’d do if he let them hang free.

You sat down on your bed, heart hammering so loud you were sure he could hear it. You tucked your legs under you, back straight, trying to look composed even though your stomach was doing somersaults.

Seungmin stayed standing for a second too long. Like he was deciding whether to bolt or go through with it. And then, with a quiet sigh, he moved to sit in front of you again—closer this time. Too close.

He rubbed his hands together like he was warming up for a test. “Okay. So, Lesson Two.”

You nodded, unsure if you were breathing right.

“We’re covering tongue today,” he said flatly, like he was announcing the weather. “Pacing. Pressure. How to read the other person. And, y’know… not slobber all over them.”

You let out a nervous laugh. “Great. Just what I needed. Anti-slobber tactics.”

But he didn’t laugh this time.

His eyes met yours, and something in his expression flickered—like he was feeling it, too, whether he wanted to or not.

“You sure you’re good?” he asked, voice quieter now. “Because once we do this… it’s gonna be hard to pretend it doesn’t mean anything.”

You paused. Swallowed. “I trust you.”

That got him. You saw it in the way he blinked—once, slow. Like your words knocked the wind out of him.

He nodded once. “Okay.”

Then, slowly—so slowly—he leaned in again.

You expected it to be like last time. Soft. Easy.

It wasn’t.

This kiss was different the second it started. Still gentle—but deeper. More sure. His mouth moved against yours with that same maddening control, but this time, there was a thread of tension under it. Strained. Taut. Like he was holding back something.

You felt it when his hand came up again, cupping your cheek with a featherlight touch. His thumb brushed along your jaw as he shifted closer, chest almost brushing yours.

“Open your mouth a little,” he murmured against your lips. “Let me lead, yeah?”

You did as he said, nerves buzzing like live wires.

And then you felt it—his tongue, tentative at first, just a soft flick against yours. Testing. Inviting. He pulled back slightly, giving you space to follow, and when you did, he let out the quietest sound—half a hum, half a sigh—like he hadn’t expected you to match him so easily.

“Good,” he breathed. “You’re a fast learner.”

He kissed you again, deeper this time, tongue gliding slowly against yours—exploring, guiding, teaching. You weren’t just kissing—you were listening to him through every movement, mirroring the way he tilted his head, the way he used just the barest hint of pressure, never too much, never too fast.

It was intoxicating.

He broke the kiss gently, but didn’t move away. His forehead rested against yours, both of you breathing a little harder now.

“That’s how you kiss with tongue,” he said, voice husky, still close enough to taste his breath. “Controlled. Intentional. Not messy. You listen to the other person.”

You nodded slowly, dazed. “Got it.”

You were still breathless when he pulled away.

Seungmin’s hand lingered against your jaw for just a second longer than necessary, before he finally dropped it like it burned him. He cleared his throat, ran a hand through his hair, and shifted back a bit—not far, just enough to pretend like there was still space between you.

“That’s, uh…” His voice cracked slightly. He tried again. “That’s pretty much it for Lesson Two.”

You could feel your heart pounding. Your lips were still tingling. And somewhere deep in your stomach, something uncoiled. Something bold.

You stared at him for a beat, and he avoided your gaze, blinking down at the floor like it had suddenly become the most fascinating thing in the room.

And then, softly:

“Can I try?”

He looked up fast.

“What?”

You wet your lips. “Can I try it again? Initiate this time. I want to see if I learned anything. I mean… if that’s okay.”

There was a flicker of something in his eyes—panic? surprise? hope? He swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple visibly bobbing.

“I—uh…” he rubbed the back of his neck, clearly thrown off his axis. “Yeah. I mean. Sure. Yeah. That’s—you can. It’s just a lesson. It’s fine.”

But he didn’t sound fine.

His usual sarcasm was gone, replaced with something unsure, guarded. You could tell—Seungmin was fighting a war in his own head. Trying to stay still. Neutral. Unaffected.

You leaned in slowly, giving him the same caution he’d given you. Testing.

His eyes flickered down to your lips—and this time, they stayed there.

When your mouth brushed his, he inhaled sharply, his body going rigid. But he didn’t stop you.

You kissed him—soft, slow, learning the curve of his mouth, the way he responded when you tilted your head a little, when you brushed your tongue lightly against his.

You felt it—him—tense under your touch. Like he was holding back everything in him not to grab your waist, not to pull you in closer, not to deepen it like he wanted to.

Because this was a lesson, right?

Not a real kiss.

Except it felt real.

Too real.

And when you pulled back, just a little—just enough to breathe—his eyes were still closed, lips parted like he didn’t want it to end.

You whispered, “How’d I do?”

He exhaled shakily. “Dangerously well.”

Your heart skipped.

And then, he opened his eyes, looking right at you.

“This was a mistake,” he said, barely above a whisper.

But he didn’t move away.

Neither did you.

Because even if he said it was a mistake—he wasn’t stopping it.

⸻

You stared at yourself in the mirror.

Lips glossed. Heart pounding. Breath shaky—but this time, not from nerves.

You were thinking about him.

Not your date.

Not the guy waiting for you in the living room with his too-white sneakers and perfectly tousled hair.

You were thinking about Seungmin.

Again.

You shoved the thought away.

This isn’t about him. This is about me. About confidence. About finally doing this.

So you walked out, smile practiced, and let yourself fall into the rhythm of the evening—small talk, laughter, the occasional graze of a hand that should’ve made your stomach flip but… didn’t.

You kept waiting for the click. That moment where your heart would stutter, where your skin would buzz like it had in Seungmin’s room. But it never came.

Still, when the night started winding down, he leaned in, eyes warm and expectant.

And you didn’t pull back.

You let him kiss you.

His lips were soft. His hand found your waist. He moved like he knew what he was doing.

But the second his tongue brushed yours—

Nothing.

No butterflies. No sparks. No breath stolen from your lungs.

Just… static.

You tried to match him. Tried to remember what Seungmin taught you. The rhythm. The pressure. The way he’d murmured “Good. Relax your lips.”

You tried to feel anything.

But it felt like going through the motions of a dance you didn’t want to be performing.

The guy pulled back, smiling. “You’re a really good kisser.”

You blinked. “Oh. Thanks.”

You smiled too, because you were supposed to. Because this was what you’d wanted, wasn’t it?

But inside, your brain was in freefall.

Why didn’t it feel the same?

Why did it feel like I was kissing a stranger when I was trying to recreate something that came from someone I’ve known forever?

You excused yourself shortly after.

And the moment the door shut behind you, you leaned back against it, heart racing for all the wrong reasons.

Because now you knew the truth.

You’d kissed someone else.

But all you could think about was Seungmin.

The way he’d held your face.

The way his breath hitched when you kissed him back.

The way your name had sounded on his lips when he whispered, “Dangerously well.”

And worst of all?

You realized it wasn’t just a lesson.

Not for you.

⸻

You were curled up on the couch, pretending to scroll on your phone while Seungmin half-watched something on TV. Just like old times. Normal. Comfortable.

Except it wasn’t.

Because every time your eyes flicked to his profile, every time you caught a glimpse of his fingers drumming against the couch cushion or the way his lips parted slightly in thought, your chest tightened.

You were trying to be chill. So chill.

But your brain was still stuck on that kiss from two nights ago—and the complete lack of anything it made you feel.

And the one that still haunted you every time you closed your eyes.

Seungmin glanced over suddenly, like he’d caught you staring.

“So,” he said casually, “how’d the date go?”

You stiffened.

He smirked. “You’re making that face again.”

You tried to shrug it off. “It was… fine.”

“Fine?” he teased, raising an eyebrow. “That’s not very convincing. You kissed him, right?”

You looked away, heat rushing up your neck. “Yeah.”

“And?”

You didn’t mean to say it.

But it came out before you could stop yourself.

“It wasn’t the same.”

The smirk disappeared. His face stilled. “What?”

You swallowed. “I mean—it was fine, technically. Good, even. But it felt… off. Like I was doing everything right and still nothing clicked. Like I was kissing him but thinking about—”

You cut yourself off.

Shit.

Silence.

Seungmin just stared at you. Eyes unreadable. Chest rising and falling with something you couldn’t name.

You panicked. Backpedaled. “Can I—can I show you?”

His brows furrowed. “Show me what?”

“How I kissed him. I just—I want to compare, I guess. See if I’m crazy or if it really was that different.”

His whole body went still. You could feel the tension suddenly pulsing off him like heat.

He opened his mouth. Closed it.

And then—quietly—“Okay.”

You moved closer. Slowly. Carefully.

Your heart was thudding so hard it hurt.

You leaned in—soft, hesitant—and kissed him. The way you had the guy on the date.

No passion. Just technical. Controlled.

And still—even like this—your body betrayed you.

Because the second your lips met Seungmin’s again, everything tilted.

Your fingers twitched. Your breath hitched. Your lips parted without thinking, already chasing more, instinct pulling you in like gravity.

Seungmin didn’t move at first. But then—he kissed you back.

Just a little.

Just enough to shatter your nerves.

Because the moment your mouths slid together, it was everything.

Warmth.

Electricity.

The pressure you didn’t know you were holding finally releasing.

You gasped against his mouth, overwhelmed by how different it was. How real. How right.

And that’s when it hit you.

The problem hadn’t been the guy.

It was the connection.

And the only one you wanted it with…

Was him.

You pulled back, breathless, lips parted, eyes wide.

Seungmin stared at you like he didn’t know what to do with himself.

You didn’t say anything. Neither did he.

Because now you both knew.

This wasn’t about lessons anymore.

And maybe it never was.

⸻

The silence was deafening.

You were still close enough to feel his breath on your lips, the ghost of the kiss hanging between you like a spark that refused to go out. And Seungmin?

He wasn’t moving.

His jaw was clenched so tight, you could see the tension rippling under his skin. His eyes were locked on yours, dark, stormy, confused as hell. Like he was trying to convince himself this hadn’t just happened. That this wasn’t real.

But it was.

And every second you sat there, not saying a word, the weight of it got heavier.

You could feel it in the way his fingers twitched against his knee. In the way his lips stayed parted like he was still tasting you. In the way his chest rose and fell—too fast, too uneven.

Your breath caught.

You could practically see the war happening behind his eyes.

And then—

He lost.

Without a word, without warning, he reached for you.

His hand slid around the back of your neck and he pulled you in—hard, needy, like he’d been holding back for weeks and couldn’t anymore.

His mouth crashed into yours, nothing like the slow, calculated kisses from before.

This one was different.

Feverish. Starved. Real.

His lips were hot and rough against yours, his tongue sweeping in deep, hungry, taking what he wanted without hesitation. He kissed you like he meant it. Like he’d been dying to. Like he’d thought about this—wanted this—dreamed of this every second since Lesson Two.

His hands weren’t teaching anymore.

They were claiming.

One curled at the base of your neck, the other gripping your waist, dragging you closer, like distance itself was offensive. Your body melted against him without question, instinct kicking in, your hands fisting into the fabric of his shirt as your mouths moved together, in sync, like your bodies had always known each other better than your minds did.

When he finally pulled back, it wasn’t because he wanted to.

It was because he had to.

His forehead pressed to yours, breath ragged, lips swollen.

You could feel his heart pounding through his chest.

And when he spoke, his voice was hoarse, rough, wrecked.

“That—” he rasped, eyes still closed, “—was not a lesson.”

You nodded, unable to speak. Still dazed. Still burning.

“No more pretending,” he said.

You didn’t even argue.

Because you didn’t want to pretend anymore, either.

⸻

You didn’t talk about it.

Not the kiss.

Not the way Seungmin kissed you like he was on the edge of burning alive.

Not the way you kissed him back like you wanted to be the one to set him on fire.

The next morning, he was already in his kitchen when you came down, acting like nothing happened. Like he hadn’t dragged you into him and kissed you senseless on the couch just hours earlier.

“Want toast?” he asked, like his hands hadn’t been on your waist. On your neck. Like his tongue hadn’t been in your mouth.

You blinked. “Sure.”

He nodded. “Cool.”

And that was it.

He didn’t look at you. Not really. Not for longer than a half-second at a time. But his jaw kept clenching. His fingers were tapping the counter like a metronome ticking faster than the silence could fill.

You pretended you didn’t notice.

You pretended the toast was the most interesting thing in the room.

But you could feel it—his eyes on you when he thought you weren’t looking. Heavy. Hot. Confused.

Days passed like that. Tiptoeing. Dancing around the moment like it wasn’t still echoing in every glance, every brush of your arms when you walked too close.

And then—finally—he cracked.

You came over after he texted you and found him in his room, pacing.

“Can we talk?” he asked, voice tight.

You nodded. Heart pounding.

He didn’t meet your eyes.

“That kiss… it shouldn’t have happened.”

Your throat tightened. “Oh.”

“It just—it got out of hand. That was my bad. I wasn’t thinking. I shouldn’t have—” He broke off, swallowing hard. “We’re best friends. You’re—you’re not supposed to be…”

His eyes finally lifted to yours.

And froze.

You’d been sitting cross-legged on his bed, shorts too short, one of his hoodies swallowing your frame. It should’ve been harmless. Should’ve.

But it wasn’t.

Not to him.

You weren’t doing anything. Just breathing. Just being.

But in that moment, Seungmin saw you differently. Felt you differently.

And something inside him snapped.

He stepped closer.

“You’re not supposed to be…” he repeated, voice lower now. Tighter. “So fucking hot.”

Your breath caught.

His eyes dropped to your lips.

He clenched his fists like he was holding himself back with everything he had. “You’re my best friend. You’re not supposed to look at me like that.”

“Like what?” you whispered.

He stared at you—eyes dark, full of conflict, full of want.

“Like you want me to ruin you.”

Your stomach flipped. Heat bloomed low in your belly.

“I don’t want to want this,” he said, each word shaking loose from his throat like it hurt to admit. “But fuck, I can’t stop thinking about you.”

His eyes dropped lower. “About that kiss. About your lips. About the sounds you ma—”

“Seungmin—”

He stepped closer again. “I can’t unsee it. I keep trying to look at you like before. Like just my best friend.”

His voice cracked.

“But all I see now is someone I want to devour.”

You were quiet for a moment.

Seungmin stood in front of you—shoulders tense, chest heaving, eyes blown wide with everything he didn’t want to feel but couldn’t escape.

He’d just said it. All of it.

Every word you’d been too afraid to speak out loud.

And that power? That admission?

It made something in you shift.

You reached for him—slow, deliberate—and placed your hand gently on his chest. Felt the frantic beat of his heart beneath your palm.

“I’m not trying to ruin us,” you said softly. “I don’t want to lose you.”

His jaw flexed. “Then don’t do this.”

“But I haven’t even done anything,” you whispered.

And you watched him break again.

His eyes shut tight like he was trying to will away the image of you sitting there, loose-limbed and unbothered, voice soft and sinful. Like you weren’t right there, fingertips now trailing slowly down the center of his chest.

“Seungmin,” you said, voice lilting, teasing. “You think I want you to ruin me?”

He opened his eyes—barely.

“Maybe I just wanted to know if it was you feeling it too.”

He swallowed hard, backing up half a step, like distance would protect him.

It wouldn’t.

You followed. Just enough.

“You kissed me first,” you reminded him. “And you kissed me like you meant it.”

“Don’t,” he warned, voice a low growl now.

“Why?” you asked, cocking your head. “Because I liked it?”

His breath hitched. You saw it.

“Because I’ve been replaying it in my head every night since?” You leaned in slightly, just enough for your breath to graze his throat. “Because the date kiss was nothing compared to you?”

“Stop,” he hissed, but his hands had curled into fists at his sides. White-knuckled.

You smiled—just the slightest twitch of your lips.

“You don’t get to say all that and expect me to sit here like it didn’t fuck me up, too.”

Then—because you couldn’t help yourself—you reached up and brushed his hair off his forehead, fingers lingering.

“I’m not going to kiss you again,” you whispered. “Not yet.”

Seungmin exhaled, a sound that was half frustration, half relief, all pain.

“But I’m not going to pretend I don’t want to.”

You stepped back. Just one step.

Watched him chase the space you left behind with his eyes, like he hated the distance and needed it all at once.

“Go back to calling me your best friend if you want,” you said softly, voice like a promise and a threat. “But you and I both know it’s not that simple anymore.”

And with that, you turned.

Left him standing there.

⸻

Seungmin was spiraling.

He didn’t show it, of course. On the outside, he was calm, composed—maybe a little quieter than usual. But nothing out of the ordinary.

Except for the way he couldn’t look at you for more than three seconds without losing his grip on reality.

You were ruining him, and you didn’t even seem to realize it.

Or maybe you did.

You had come to his place to stay the weekend like you usually did, nothing out of the ordinary.

You wore his hoodie again that morning. That stupid, oversized hoodie that always used to mean safe and familiar and best friend.

But now?

Now it was just soft fabric stretched over bare legs he couldn’t stop fucking looking at.

You’d bend to grab something off the floor and he’d have to look away so fast his neck cracked.

He found you in the kitchen that afternoon humming to yourself, licking a little bit of jam off your thumb.

And he had to leave the room.

Just left, no explanation.

Because his brain? His brain didn’t see his best friend anymore.

His brain saw you on your knees in that hoodie with nothing underneath, lips slick and inviting, waiting for him to cross the damn line again.

He barely spoke to you that whole day. You noticed.

That night, you cornered him.

“You’re being weird,” you said, standing in the doorway of his room, arms crossed. “You won’t even look at me.”

“I’m not—” He sighed. “I’m trying to keep my distance.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re dangerous now,” he muttered, finally meeting your gaze.

And the look you gave him?

Sweet. Curious. So fucking inviting.

“I’m not trying to mess with you,” you said softly. “I just… I liked what happened. I liked what you said.”

“That’s the problem.”

Your head tilted.

He groaned, rubbing a hand through his hair like he was seconds away from combusting.

“I used to see you as this untouchable little idiot who couldn’t even flirt without blushing,” he muttered.

You smirked. “And now?”

“Now I look at you and all I can think about is pinning you down and making you forget every single lesson we practiced.”

Your breath hitched. You didn’t expect that.

“Seungmin—”

“I dreamt about you last night,” he said, voice suddenly low. Raw. “And I woke up hard as hell and so fucking pissed off because it wasn’t supposed to be like this.”

You stared.

He took a step toward you.

“You think it’s funny to tease me like this?” he said, eyes flashing. “Walking around in my clothes, whispering shit to my face, telling me you think about the kiss, then pulling away like you’re not doing anything wrong?”

Your lips parted.

“I’m trying so hard to hold it together, but you’re not helping.”

And then you smiled. Innocent. Sweet.

“I could help.”

That was it.

His self-control?

Gone.

Seungmin grabbed the doorframe over your head, caging you in without even touching you.

His voice was a warning and a plea all at once. “If you’re gonna keep playing with fire…”

You looked up at him, unblinking. “Then what?”

His jaw tightened.

“Then don’t blame me when I finally burn us both.”

—

Sunday night…

It was late.

Too late.

The apartment was quiet, the only sound the soft hum of the fridge and the patter of rain outside. You’d both been watching a movie on his laptop in his bedroom, your backs against the headboard, but Seungmin was stiff beside you, arms crossed, eyes locked on the screen like it owed him money.

You didn’t say anything.

Not until you shifted—just enough that your bare thigh brushed his.

You felt him freeze.

“Still trying to keep your distance?” you asked, voice low, teasing.

His jaw flexed. “Don’t start.”

You turned your head, smiling, chin resting on the back of the couch. “What if I want to?”

He didn’t answer.

So you leaned in.

Slowly. Carefully. Eyes never leaving his face.

You were close enough now that you could feel the warmth of his breath, see the way his lashes trembled when your hand ghosted over his wrist.

“Hey, I’m not trying to ruin anything,” you whispered.

“Then stop playing with me.”

“I’m not playing.”

You moved your hand again—this time over his chest, fingers tracing the edge of his collarbone through the soft cotton of his shirt.

Seungmin exhaled sharply.

Your touch dropped lower.

And that was it.

He snapped.

One second you were teasing him, and the next?

You were flat on your back, Seungmin hovering over you, hands on either side of your head, eyes wild with something dark and deep and so far from platonic it made your pulse skyrocket.

“You really want to know what happens if I stop holding back?”

Your breath caught.

He leaned in—so close your noses brushed. “Because I don’t think you understand what you’re asking for.”

You stared up at him, completely still, heart hammering against your ribs.

“I do,” you whispered.

His lips twitched—something between a smirk and a snarl. “No, you don’t.”

Then he kissed you.

Hard.

Nothing gentle. Nothing careful.

This wasn’t a lesson.

This wasn’t even a mistake.

This was everything he’d been dying to do wrapped in heat and teeth and hunger. His mouth crashed into yours like it had been waiting for permission for years. And now that he had it?

He wasn’t stopping.

Your fingers clawed at his shirt, dragging him closer, and he groaned into your mouth—a sound that vibrated through you, dark and needy and possessive.

He shifted, pressing his body against yours, and fuck—he was hard. So hard. You felt it grind against your core, slow and deliberate, and you gasped, breaking the kiss for air.

But Seungmin wasn’t done.

His lips moved to your jaw, your neck, teeth grazing just enough to make you squirm.

“You don’t know what you do to me,” he growled. “How hard it’s been trying not to touch you, not to taste you—”

You whimpered, and he groaned, rolling his hips against yours again.

“Is this what you wanted?” he rasped. “Me like this?”

“Yes,” you breathed. “Seungmin—yes.”

He pulled back just enough to look you in the eye, thumb brushing your lower lip.

“You’re not just gonna be my best friend anymore,” he whispered. “You’re gonna be mine.”

His thumb was still pressed against your bottom lip, his chest rising and falling like he couldn’t catch his breath.

“I’m yours,” you whispered, voice trembling.

That broke something in him.

He kissed you again—deeper this time, slower, but with the kind of hunger that made your head spin. His tongue slipped past your lips, exploring you like he was learning, memorizing, branding every inch.

You moaned into him, and he felt it—groaned back, like the sound lit something inside him.

His hands slid down your body, pausing at the hem of the hoodie—his hoodie, still hanging off you like a sin. He pulled it up just enough to touch your waist, thumbs skimming your bare skin.

“You wore this just to mess with me, didn’t you?” he murmured against your lips. “Knew what it would do to me?”

You blinked up at him, breathless. “Maybe.”

He huffed a laugh, low and dangerous.

“Yeah. That tracks.”

His hands moved to your thighs, spreading them with a quiet urgency. You felt the weight of his hips press between them, and your whole body arched at the contact.

“Fuck,” he muttered, “you feel too good.”

His lips returned to your neck, dragging down to your collarbone, sucking just hard enough to leave a mark. A claim.

You gasped, nails digging into his back, and he growled against your skin.

“I’ve been patient,” he murmured. “I’ve been trying to be good.”

“But you don’t want to be good right now,” you whispered, daring.

“No,” he breathed, voice wrecked. “Right now I just want to be bad.”

Then—his hand dipped under the hoodie again, sliding over your stomach, up—up—until his fingers brushed the curve of your breast.

You shivered.

“Can I?” he whispered.

You nodded, too breathless to speak.

He slipped his hand beneath your bra, groaning the moment he felt your skin. His thumb brushed over your nipple, slow and deliberate, watching the way you reacted—how your hips lifted, how your lips parted.

“You’re so sensitive,” he murmured, eyes flicking down. “God, I barely touched you.”

You tried to speak, but all that came out was a breathy whimper.

He smirked, then leaned down to kiss the swell of your chest, open-mouthed and filthy.

“I want to take my time,” he said, every word pressing into your skin. “Want to learn every part of you. What makes you squirm. What makes you beg.”

You were already there. Already trembling.

His hips ground into yours, slow, delicious friction making your brain go blank.

And then—his voice again. Low. Rough.

“Let me take care of you,” he whispered. “Let me be the one who teaches you everything.”

You nodded again, breathless, desperate, eyes wide and wild.

“Seungmin, please.”

His forehead dropped to yours, breathing heavy. “Then don’t stop me now.”

And just like that, his mouth was on you again—kissing, tasting, claiming—

Ready to show you exactly how long he’s wanted this.

Exactly how much he’d held back.

And how there was no going back now.

His lips were on your neck again, tongue dragging slow, reverent patterns while his hands mapped your body like he was memorizing it cell by cell.

You were panting now, arching into him, needing more.

“Still with me?” he murmured against your skin, voice thick and low.

You nodded—barely. “Please.”

That word. That voice.

He kissed you again—this time softer, slower, almost reverent. “Okay, baby. Let me take care of you.”

His fingers dipped beneath your panties—finally—and when he felt how wet you already were, he groaned.

“Fuck. All this for me?”

You whimpered, cheeks flushed, thighs already trembling from just his touch.

“You’re so warm,” he murmured. “So soft. So ready.”

His fingers moved gently at first—testing the waters, dragging through your folds with aching precision, just enough to make your breath hitch.

“Relax,” he whispered. “Just feel me.”

He circled your clit with maddening patience, lips never leaving your neck, and your hips bucked instinctively.

“Yeah,” he whispered. “There you go.”

Then—a finger. Slowly easing inside you. You gasped, back arching, and he kissed your cheek.

“Just one for now,” he soothed. “Gotta get you ready.”

His voice—soothing, tender—was at complete odds with the way his hand was working you open. He curled his finger just right and you moaned, gripping his wrist.

“That feel good, sweetheart?”

You could barely speak, but you nodded, breath caught in your throat.

He added another.

And another.

Soon you were writhing, panting, clinging to him like he was the only solid thing in the world. He kissed your lips—slow, deep, filthy—while his fingers fucked you open.

“I want you to remember this,” he breathed. “Every second. Every touch.”

You were soaked now, hips moving against his hand, whimpering his name over and over like a prayer.

And when he pulled his fingers out, you whined at the loss—until you saw the way he licked them clean, eyes locked on yours.

“You taste so good,” he said. “Can’t wait to fuck you and have it all over my cock.”

You shivered.

He reached for his sweats, pulling them down, and your breath caught when he revealed himself.

Thick. Hard. Heavy.

Bigger than you expected.

He noticed your reaction and chuckled, a low, sinful sound.

“I’ll go slow,” he promised. “I’m gonna take my time.”

He lined himself up, pressing the tip against your entrance, and waited.

“Ready?”

“Yes,” you whispered. “Seungmin—please.”

And with one slow, careful thrust, he pushed into you.

Your whole world snapped.

He filled you, inch by inch, your walls stretching around him, and you gasped—full. So full.

He groaned, burying his face in your neck.

“You’re so tight,” he growled. “So fucking perfect.”

He stayed still, letting you adjust, kissing your shoulder, whispering praise into your skin.

And when you finally moved your hips—giving him the okay—he started to thrust.

Slow. Deep.

Each stroke dragging against your most sensitive spot, each one pulling little moans from your lips.

“You’re doing so good,” he whispered. “Taking me so well.”

Your hands clung to him, legs wrapped around his waist as he rocked into you, slowly building a rhythm that had your toes curling.

But then—you rolled your hips.

And Seungmin snapped.

“Shit,” he cursed. “You want it harder?”

You nodded, desperate.

He grabbed your thighs, spreading you wider, and slammed into you.

You cried out, stars dancing in your vision as he fucked you—properly fucked you—his grip bruising, his breath ragged.

“This what you wanted?” he growled. “Me ruining you? Making sure no one else gets to touch you like this?”

“Yes,” you whimpered. “Only you—only you.”

He lost it.

His pace turned brutal, hips snapping into yours with every thrust, and all you could do was take it.

He reached between your bodies, fingers finding your clit again, rubbing tight circles until your body clenched.

“Come for me,” he whispered. “Come on, baby. Let me feel it.”

And you did—with a cry of his name, your whole body trembling as you shattered beneath him.

He fucked you through it, chasing his own high, moaning your name like it was salvation.

And when he came—deep inside you, hips pressed hard to yours—you felt it.

All of it.

The heat. The weight. The absolute claim.

You got it.

Let’s take it home—soft, sweet, utterly wrecked but in the best way possible. No more pretending. No more lines.

Just Seungmin and you, tangled in sheets and breath and something dangerously close to love.

⸻

The room was quiet.

The only sound was your breathing—slow, heavy, uneven. The aftershocks still rolled through you in waves, little shivers making your muscles twitch as Seungmin collapsed onto his forearms above you, chest heaving.

You stayed like that for a moment.

Still joined.

Still trembling.

Still barely believing what just happened.

And then his forehead dropped to yours.

“You okay?” he whispered, voice raw. “Did I hurt you?”

Your fingers found his hair, soft and messy and damp with sweat. “No,” you whispered back. “You were perfect.”

He sighed—relief, guilt, and something else all tangled up in one sound.

“I didn’t mean for it to go that far,” he murmured. “Not tonight. I just—once you started touching me like that I—” He broke off, lips brushing your cheek. “I lost it.”

You smiled, turning your head to catch his mouth in a gentle kiss. “I wanted it.”

His eyes flicked open—wide, dark, and full of something he was too scared to name. “Yeah?”

You nodded, thumb brushing along his jaw. “I wanted you.”

His whole body softened.

He kissed you again—slow, warm, with none of the hunger from earlier, just something quiet and vulnerable. When he pulled out, he moved carefully, like you were something precious, something fragile.

And maybe you were.

He cleaned you up without a word, stealing one of his old shirts from the floor and tugging it over your head with the softest smile you’d ever seen on him.

Then he climbed back into bed, pulling you into his arms, tucking you right under his chin like it was instinct. Like you’d always belonged there.

Your fingers traced lazy lines across his chest, your legs tangled with his under the sheets.

It was comfortable.

Safe.

But it was new, too. Raw. And real.

You could feel the way his fingers kept twitching where they rested on your hip, like he wasn’t sure if he was allowed to hold you like this now. Like maybe he was still scared he’d crossed a line he couldn’t uncross.

So you whispered, “Seungmin?”

“Yeah?”

You looked up at him. “We’re not pretending this didn’t happen, right?”

He stilled.

Then—slowly—his lips curved.

“No,” he said softly. “We’re not.”

“Good,” you whispered.

He pressed a kiss to your temple. “But I need you to know something.”

Your heart jumped. “What?”

“That wasn’t just sex for me,” he said. “That wasn’t just… helping a friend. That was me giving you everything I’ve been holding back.”

You swallowed hard.

“And I don’t want it to be a one-time thing,” he added. “Not if you don’t.”

You didn’t even hesitate.

“I don’t.”

He exhaled—shaky, like you’d just lifted a thousand-pound weight off his chest.

“Then I guess we’re not just best friends anymore,” he said with a grin.

You smiled. “Guess not.”

He tightened his arm around you, pulling you closer until your head was on his chest, your body curled perfectly into his.

“Go to sleep,” he whispered. “I’ve got you.”

And you did.

For the first time in forever, you fell asleep with a full heart—warm, safe, his—wrapped up in the arms of the boy who taught you how to kiss, and ended up showing you what love feels like instead.

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Authors note: That was a lot of kissing 😍 also i think its cute how seungmin was her first everything!

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Rating: Explicit - !!Minors DO NOT interact!!

Warning: Smut

Word Count: 2,102

Summary: Zayne tends to be a man of a few words, but one with very strong emotions. Imagine how he feels seeing the student nurse under his guidance flirting with you. Now, imagine how irritated he really feels to see you not do a thing about it.

Reader/Jealous!Zayne

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For most people, Friday is one of the more relaxing days out of the work week. Everyone’s ready to go home for the weekend, the work load isn’t so stacked, and anything you didn’t finish was just something you saved for Monday.

But that was never the case for Dr. Zayne.

The man almost never had a break and for the sacred times that he did, he spent it catching up on rest, eating, or checking in with you. He didn’t like having to be away from you for so long. Hated that it was common for him to be sleeping as you woke up or to be waking up as you slept. But you knew his job, knew his groundbreaking contributions is one of the things that put him in the position to be the Chief Cardiac Surgeon that everyone loves.

And you liked to make sure you knew he was appreciated—which is why you set up a dinner date tonight. You sent him a long text with all the details along with all your love and praise. He took the time to read it thoroughly this morning before he got ready for work. Essentially, he got the gist. Besides you pouring your heard out, his instructions to follow were clear:

Be ready for you to pick him up.

Stay handsome.

It was enough to make him push a small laugh out through his nose.

Even if he was terribly busy today like normally, he was graced with the opportunity to be able to leave the hospital at eight o’clock this evening over his typical time of nearly one in the morning.

It was time for him to meet you at his office and he made his way down the long white hallway, his black Oxford’s clicking against the white vinyl tile. He knew you’d be early and the thought of seeing you made a small smile decorate his face. But it dropped almost immediately when he saw you.

You looked beautiful. You wore his favorite outfit: a maxi skirt that he’d bought for you and a top that put your chest on display in a way that could make him disregard professionalism, if only for a brief second.

But it wasn’t you that shifted his mood. It was Mason.

Zayne had taken on the task of educating and teaching the student nurse during his time in the hospital when he was available. He taught him things like suture techniques, protocols to live by, alongside the understanding of patient care and the overall medical scene.

And right now, Mason’s leering gaze and proximity to you wasn’t anything medical. Zayne didn’t typically get jealous. No, he knew his place in your life, knew the love you two shared. He was secure enough in your relationship and in his trust to know that you were his.

But could you blame the man for getting ticked off at how Mason’s eyes kept glazing over you like you weren’t spoken for? He knows you’re beautiful, the world would be stupid not to see it. But to do it so blatantly in front of his office, in the hospital he works, to the woman he loves and doesn’t get enough time with? It was too much audacity.

And all you’re doing is standing there, nodding and laughing with the fool. As he gets closer, his eyes narrowed even more as bits and pieces of the conversations became clearer.

“…You are really pretty, you know? I’d like to hang out with you sometime if you’re not too—“

“You are dismissed,” Zayne cuts Mason off before he loses his tongue for even attempting to finish that sentence.

“Oh, Dr. Zayne! I didn’t mean to—“

“Dismissed.” It was cold, but in his eyes, necessary. Mason nods, keeping his eyes to the floor as he scurries away.

“You know I was going to turn him down, Zayne,” you said softly as you smiled at him. But Zayne didn’t smile.

“Was that before or after you let him believe that he had a chance?”

“I just didn’t want to be rude. He seemed so… giddy?” You shrugged, not knowing how to properly describe the eager young man. “He meant no harm. He doesn’t even know we’re together.”

Zayne likes to keep his life outside of work private. Sure, you’d visit him at times and people knew that, but that was all anyone knew. You were a visitor and your relationship to him was only explained when, and or if necessary.

“Setting boundaries isn’t being rude.” Zane turned away from you, stepping into his office.

“You’re mad,” you acknowledge as you step in after him and shut the door, the automatic lock clicking.

Zayne sits at his desk, piling paperwork together. He doesn’t want to acknowledge what he’s feeling right now. He’ll ruin the night before it even begins.

“Zayneee,” you say his name in a sing-song tone, but he’s just not having it. “This is unfair, you know.”

That gets his attention. “Unfair?” he repeats. “I’d like you to enlighten me as to how.”

“You act like I kissed the guy.”

He tilts his head. It’s a small tilt, but it’s an intimidating one. “Based on the fact that you didn’t attempt to stop the interaction, perhaps it’s what you wanted.”

He stood from his desk, walking over to where you stood dumbfounded.

“Do you think I like to see the woman I love be ogled over, hm? Do you think I want to hear someone speak to you like they could take you from me?” The calmness in his voice is unsettling and it makes your body shiver.

“Babe, you’re being dramatic—”

“I don’t advise invalidating what I’m feeling, my love.”

“I’m not trying to invalidate you. I’m just saying that maybe you’re taking this—”

“On your knees.”

You blink, trying to grasp if you heard him correctly. You know you did because your core pulses at his firm command. Your lack of movement makes the corner of his mouth tick up. “It seems like listening isn’t something you’re too keen on doing today, is it?”

You slide your purse off your shoulder, putting it to the side as you sink down on the plush rug. You can barely breathe steadily, unsure of what he’s going to do. Zayne has fucked you in his office before, but he’s never been… like this.

Frustrated? Upset? Angry? Maybe all of the above.

“We’re going to miss the reservation,” you try and tell him, but your voice is so shaky from anticipation. He just caresses your hair, his hand trailing down to your jaw as her gently grabs it to keep your eyes on his.

“Maybe you’ll learn something from this, then. You know what to do.”

You do. It’s why you don’t hesitate to unbuckle his belt and the clink of the metal makes your pussy clench as you unbutton his slacks. Your teeth hold your bottom lip hostage as you slide them down with his boxers just enough to release his half hard cock. The sight of him is always so mouthwatering.

You look up at him and he peers at you through his wire rimmed glasses. His gaze doesn’t need words.

No one told you to stop.

There’s no need to waste time. You take him into your mouth, bobbing your head and holding onto his thighs as his cock glides along your tongue. You feel him stiffen more in your mouth, your moans vibrating through his body.

“So you do know how to listen.” He hums low and deep as you take his balls into your hand and give them just as much attention.

Zayne’s quick to pull you by your hair, his cock falling out of your mouth. It glistens with your saliva and his precum, making you desperate to feel him inside of you. He rubs his tip along your lips and you kitten lick him with your tongue.

“Couch.” He tilts his head in its direction. You stand, legs wobbly. He doesn’t give you time to get into position quick enough, though. He turns you around, pushing you down, and the sudden force makes you gasp.

“Tell me what you did wrong today.” You watch him kneel before you. He tucked himself back into his underwear, but his slacks still hang loosely around his waist.

“I didn’t stop Mason when I should have.” He lifts your skirt.

“And?”

“I shouldn’t have invalidated what you were feeling.”

“Don’t just repeat it, beautiful. Explain.” Your panties are pulled down, exposing your wet cunt to the chill air.

“You had every right to be upset with me for not stopping Mason. I should’ve set that boundary before he even— Oh, fuck!”

The last thing you expected was to feel literal ice on your pussy lips. You look down to see the frost settle in his hand, indicating that he just used his Evol. The ice stings so good as he parts your lips slightly. You shiver when he brings the frigid cube to your achingly hot clit, rubbing in small circles.

“Yes, you should’ve. If there’s ever a time where you choose to let such behavior happen again with anyone, I may not be so forgiving.”

You watch as he puts the cube in his mouth before latching onto you with vigor. The mix of the cold ice and his warm mouth has you seeing stars and your thighs trembling. You’re so close, you’re about to come and he knows it since you sing his name so prettily as your hand tangles in his dark strands. It’s exactly why he pulls away right as you were getting ready to embrace the bliss.

He licks his lips, your juices coating them. Ignoring your whines, disappointment, and frustration, he holds out his hand and you take it, knowing that disobeying him right when you know just feeling his cock could make you come, is plain stupid. He gets you to his desk, bending you over it and puts your skirt back into place above your hips.

“You’re sorry, aren’t you?” he whispers.

“I’m so sorry, Zayne. Please let me come,” you beg.

“Are you sorry because you understand or because you’re desperate?” He rubs your ass gently.

“I’m sorry because you’re right. Because I know better.”

“Hm. Good girl.” The praise and rumble of his voice nearly sends you over the edge. It’s a second as you hear movement behind you and another as his cock starts to enter your tight cunt. You arch your back, needing him deeper, closer.

It’s not long until he’s buried to the hilt, his hips fast and steady. You hear the sound of his Evol this time, intaking a sharp breath as he rubs ice down your spine.

“I’m going to let you come, but if you don’t come before me, we’re still going out tonight.” You feel the ice trail down further. “My cum will be deep inside you… and you’ll be unfulfilled.” Each thrust has his balls slapping against your clit, giving you the friction you crave. “Is that what you want?”

“N-no.. No, please, I want to come..” You desperately grab at the desk, trying to keep yourself from turning into jelly.

“Then come,” he commands. “Show me how good you listen.”

Each vein of his length glides against your walls and you feel every delicious inch of him.

One, two, three, four more thrusts and you nearly make your lip bleed as you try and suppress your moans while you fall over the edge. It feels so good you nearly cry.

Zayne grunts as you uncontrollably squeeze around him. His hips start to slow and you feel his hot and thick cum jet out, decorating the inside of you. The only sound in the office now is you and his breathing trying to return to normal.

“Wait here,” he says gently, pulling out of you slowly. He goes and grabs some napkins, dampening them with water from his bottle and wipes you down gently. It’s silent between the both of you for a moment.

“I’m sorry for making us miss dinner,” he speaks. “I’ll make it up to you.”

You smile to yourself. “It’s okay,” you say truthfully. “This was still nice.”

“Nice?” he chuckles dryly. “This was supposed to be a lesson.”

“Oh believe me, Dr. Zayne. I learned a lot.”

He helps get you back in order for the public and you do the same for him. Even if you two didn’t share a meal together tonight, you shared a moment that will be stuck in your mind forever.

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[kadextra]

Welcome to a quick but important language lesson before our lovely Korean speaking members join the QSMP!

I call it:

“No, that Korean speaker is not casually saying the N-word.”

The Korean word for “I/me” is 내가, romanized as “nae-ga”

The Korean word for “you” is 니가, romanized as “ni-ga”

They are not saying a racial slur. It is literally the word for me/you. please understand the context, and get familiar with hearing these words all the time in normal conversation.

Read this article, this is what they have had to deal with in the west before.

Above all, extend grace and understanding to the new members and new communities. Research things yourself, and educate your friends about their language and culture to avoid misunderstandings. Realize that for many of these new people, this may be their first time interacting with another culture- let alone so many at once. They will be learning themselves, and may make mistakes. Be patient and for the love of god don’t scare them off. spread love <3

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[helleboretea]

Some observations on the scenes between Dr Langdon, Mel, and Terrence, the autistic patient with an ankle sprain, from an autistic person:

I’ve seen a few people comment of these scenes as the (or a) reason the dislike Langdon as a character, some with the sentiment that this makes him a bad person. I have a very different take. I personally love this storyline, I love the way it’s done. I think they wrote it just this way to illustrate a very important part about the healthcare system (and I’m talking pretty much globally here, cos it’s not just the US), which is that Dr Langdon is missing a vital part of his education. Almost all doctors are. They aren’t being taught about autism or neurodiversity or disability nearly enough, and certainly not how to properly accomodate patients who are autistic. 

I think Dr Langdon comes into the interaction with Terence the way he would any other patient, friendly, upbeat, asking whether he’d prefer Terry or Terrence, and for a neurotypical patient that would probably be a really great interaction. He’s doing the right thing - just not for this patient. And autism aside (omg I never thought I’d say that but gimme a sec), I can understand for healthcare workers how irritating it must be having patients constantly googling their symptoms and trusting what they read on the internet. We’re all for self advocacy, but WebMD can send you down needless spirals and I’ve been there so many times and literally have never had that super rare condition that I convinced myself I’m dying of at 2am. 

So it’s not surprising he get’s irritated, but, again, I’d say he handles it kinda well, in that he at least just leaves the situation and doesn’t snap at the patient or give him some long, shaming lecture. He lets Mel take him. 

Which is where we get to the bit that makes me so emotional. Mel looks at the patient’s chart and points out he’s autistic (identity first thank you!), and it so doesn’t surprise me at all when Langdon says “sprained ankle it’s not related”, because that’s literally what he’s been taught. That’s what all doctors are fucking taught. They’re kinda maybe taught what autism is (the bare bones and probably a lot of it is still outdated), but not how to talk to an autistic person, or what they might need, or even that they will just meet autistic people, no matter what department they work in. 

So it’s not necessarily that he’s ableist, it’s that he literally just doesn’t know. He makes his little comment about treating three other patients while Mel treats Terrence, because he thinks he’s just a “Dr Google”, and moves on. Because the ER is packed and they need to treat patients and ship them off.

(I’m rewatching the scene and Mel legit makes me cry here.) Mel’s interacts with Terrence when she comes in are near perfect. She closes the door and turns down the lights because he’s probably been there for hours and even if those weren’t that overwhelming at first they would be super overstimulating by then. Then she asks him his main concerns, and she listens and takes him seriously when he tells her. I’ve had a grand total of one doctor do this, and it was the safest I’ve ever felt in a medical situation. 

But then Langdon comes back. I’m not gonna lie, when Mel was talking to Terrence, and had made all those little (but impactful) accommodations, then Langdon opened the door again, I had this wave of worry through my body the first time I watched it. I thought it was going to go so differently. I thought he was opening the door and standing there because he didn’t want Mel making accommodations, that it was his way of asserting power and saying we do it my way. And I think you can tell that Mel and Terrence worried about that too. 

Nope. He came to watch. He came to observe his new trainee interact with this patient, because he was curious. He didn’t need to be there. Medicine wise, Mel would totally have it handled. 

Side note - When he asked about the pain level out of ten Terrences reply was so me! I’ve thought that every time someone talks about pain out of 10! How is anyone meant to make that assessment??

At this point you can see him realise he’s in over his head. Mel is clearly so much better equiped to talk to Terrence and make him feel safe and comfortable enough to receive care. But he just watches, in awe. Because to him there’s just difficult patients, who fight you, and make treating them harder, and non-difficult patients. But here he’s learning that there’s a way to interact with this man that isn’t difficult, that makes him feel safe, and allows treatment to be provided. And he wants to be able to do that. That’s why he asks Mel “how did you do that?” Because he wants to be better. He wants to be able to speak to other patients in that way. He clearly wants to be the best doctor, and most of that is in the procedures he does, but he knows that a lot of it will come from how he interacts with his patients too. He chooses in this moment to learn from Terrence and Mel.

Then, when he sees Terrence later to discharge him, he apologises for them getting off on the wrong foot. He doesn’t need to, but he does - because he recognises that he came at the situation wrong. And he wishes him good luck with the table tennis tournament (I’m not sure if it’s implied that Mel told him about this or that Terrence told him off screen, because he wasn’t in the room when he told Mel, and Terrence seems surprised that he mentioned it) and says "okay" with a smile when Terrence offers to teach him how to play. What starts off as a really negative interaction ends so positively. Because of Mel, and because Langdon was eager to learn. That’s why he tells her “you’re great with your patients, you even taught me a couple of things.”

That’s why this is such a fucking excellent scene/episode/series, because the issue isn’t just “oh doctors are ableist” (even though yeah, lots are), it isn’t that black and white. The issue is that there isn’t enough education. People in healthcare aren’t being taught enough about autism and the different kinds of people they’re going to come across (see sickle-cell patient, unhoused patients, victims of abuse, etc.) even if they want to be. That’s why doctors like Mel matter so so so much. That’s also why even though it would be amazing if they confirm she’s autistic, it wouldn’t be unrealistic if she’s undiagnosed. That’s why doctor Langdon says to her that sensitive people are needed there badly. Because she makes those around her better, if they just care to watch and learn.

[tarotwithdanise]

WHAT MAKES YOU THE MAIN CHARACTER IN THE CROWD?

꒰⠀from left to right ; intuitively choose the pile your mind, heart and soul desire for. if you are having trouble choosing the right pile for you, here’s some tips you can do ; (1) take a deep breath (2) close your eyes (3) ask guidance from your guides (4) finally open your eyes and you can choose the right pile for you by the guidance you ask from your guides. if you are still having trouble by choosing the right pile for you let me know because i am willing to help and guide you.

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PILE ONE

AoW, Temperance, 6oW.

you are the protagonist when you inspire people. when you become someone who lives actively and someone who became an inspiration to people with it's loving nature and unique ideas. you are the type of person who works for what you want instead of just waiting around the corner. you are the main character if you speak with some body movements or in short when you use have a body languages.

when you put much effort into your appearance for example to be well neat looking. you know what you are doing, you know your damn thing and you how to hype and warm yourself up. when you remain silent and calm when there's an argument, downfall or chaotic moment you are experiencing perhaps it can also determine as a reading for as you are someone who is quite influence people. well, maybe you have a sigma aura within you that's why.

when you talk, or if you put everything into how you look or look to people, and you can also know how to take care of yourself or when to warm up for you. others. if you stay calm even in such chaotic moments of life and if you are patient about something you want to achieve. It can also mean that you influence people's lives quietly or speak too quietly. You make yourself. you seem to enlighten them in a simple but calm way. and you can also be the kind of person who reminds someone not to judge others when they determine their future, like reminding them that just because a certain person has less education doesn't mean they can't achieve high goals in life . you can also be someone who is balanced in his life, someone who treats people with balance, like not rich or poor, but equally. it was also your mindset that makes you the main character. you are a person who achieves a lot in certain areas or wherever; you are talented and people may envy you for it. you are a protagonist when you show how you can communicate well or how you respond to people and their negative opinions about you like you simply know how to burn them without actually hurting them.

PILE TWO

6oC rx, 9oC, Judgement.

shocks, you got an alluring aura that may remain a lifetime for people. you are powerful, anyone you pass by turns their heads. you are hard to let go, it's not simple for people for you to forget even though you interact with them for only once. you were also matured and grew up that fast in such a very young age due to your past mostly childhood issues perhaps you are learning and openly willing to resolve this issues. you also know how to pleasure yourself in this world, you know what you deserve like you know how to spoil yourself in small and huge things.

you are aware in your dreams and are about to attain them, you are content from what you already have and you know to yourself that you are born lucky despite these past issues ruining you inside. people perceive you as someone who often changes their physical appearance, someone who puts a lot of effort in their outlook. you also know how to defend yourself in the crowd, you fear no one.

PILE THREE

High Priestess, Death, KoW.

you got a psychic ability and you were aware about that. most people may find you as mysterious and well kept, you are mindful about people who can do bad and harm things to you. you are the protagonist as well because due to your high energy, you are easily able to get comfortable with new people and places perhaps maybe sometimes it can take your energy but overall you enjoy new beginnings. you also love to learn and learn and learn a lot, learning new is a part of your everyday life and you may call them new experiences or lessons that you can use on your near future.

i also see here that many people may have crushes or you may be secret admirers, after all, many people perceive you as an attractive and charming individual. you are also focused and serious when we talk about studies and work, you don't want to disappoint yourself because you know you are the best. people view as light and dark, some may have good opinions about while others don't.

you are a knowledgeable person but you prefer to share this knowledge with those people who are worthy of receiving for you. you are quite picky about that because you know that not all this information can be shared to anyone that easily. you are an observant individual, you rather sit back and observe what is happening in your surroundings rather than be a center of attention but as i said you enjoy meeting new people and visiting new places. i describe you as someone who is naturally introvert but selectively extrovert as a protagonist here.

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Just A Few More Writing Notes for your Sex Scenes

Sexual Fetish - a way of pleasuring that must be part of the sexual experience for sexual gratification.

Sexual fetishes are often specific—such as spanking with paddles—but what makes them a fetish is that they must be present for sexual satisfaction.

Sometimes, partners share a fetish—such as BDSM (bondage, domination, sadism, and masochism)—in which case one operates as the submissive partner (sub) and the other as the dominant one (dom), and each derives sexual pleasure from the other.

Sexual desire is highly unique, so one person’s preference might seem out there, while others think it is ordinary and safe. Practicing safe sex is paramount, meaning explicit consent is essential for fetishists and all others, and there should also be a safe word to stop sexual activity should one need to stop or get a break.

Kink - a sexual interest a partner may pursue because it excites them.

Kinky sex may gently test the boundaries of someone’s comfort zone by having them try a new sex position or incorporate sex toys.

A kink will be a turn-on for at least one partner, and the other may participate because they will be curious or aroused by their partner’s arousal.

Some people in the kink community may seek out new kinks as a form of sexual attraction, and sometimes couples may try out a kink for the first time to spice up their sex life.

Sometimes, a sex therapist will suggest couples explore kinks to rekindle their mutual attraction or deepen their sexual relationship.

Common Fetishes

There are many different fetishes people can explore in their sexual behavior. Some of the most common fetishes include:

Age play: Age play involves consensually fictionalizing the ages of each partner. Calling someone “baby” during sex is a typical age play. Sometimes, this common kink is more pronounced, as with “daddy dom/baby girl” scenarios. Calling a partner “mommy” or “little boy” may also be a part of age play.

Foot play: Some people get pleasure by touching, massaging, kissing, or licking parts of the feet or toes or having those actions done to them. People with a foot fetish might enjoy others rubbing their feet over their genitals as foreplay.

Impact play: This fetish involves one partner receiving impact. Impact play might include spanking, whipping, or flogging. Light gagging with a ball gag might be someone’s impact fetish, whether that person is the choker or choked. For sexual acts involving momentary asphyxiation, it is crucial to have a clear safe word or action that deliberately stops the fetish for everyone’s safety.

Role play: Dressing up can help loosen people up and get them to take on a new persona. Common dominatrix role-play kinks include portraying an educator and student, doctor and patient, or, in a more masochist bent, a disciplinarian and wrongdoer.

Stigmatophilia: A fetish of piercings on body parts is known as stigmatophilia. Piercings can increase sensitivity in erogenous zones, including nipples, genitals, and tongues, so these can help stimulate each partner’s arousal during sex.

Urophilia: This fetish, also known as water sports, is sexual arousal involving urine. Peeing on a partner can be arousing for some people, and this act, known as a golden shower, often occurs in the shower or outdoors to avoid making a mess of floors.

Voyeurism: This is a kind of exhibitionism in which the voyeur watches other people having sex or one person masturbating. Those engaging in sexual voyeurism must consent to have a person watch them.

Fetishes vs. Kinks

Fetishes and kinks both pertain to sexual desire, and each implies a form of sexual deviance.

Fetishes and kinks differ in one elemental way.

A kink is when a person derives sexual arousal or pleasure from a nontraditional source but is not dependent upon it for arousal.

Alternately, a person with a fetish typically requires interaction with their specific sexual interest for arousal or sexual gratification.

In cultures where discussing sex is taboo, kinks and fetishes exist outside the norm.

The missionary position is a common sex position, but many people explore other ones, where exploration into kinks and fetishes can begin.

It is important to note that everyone has their own relationship with sex and desire. Normalizing that idea can invite others to try out different kinds of sex with consenting partners.

Sex Position - any configuration that two or more people use to engage in sexual activity.

A position indicates how each partner should arrange their body to allow for a particular placement or specific angle for stimulation.

Trying new sex positions is a popular way to explore new sensations, increase trust and intimacy in a relationship, or get out of a rut in the bedroom.

Some Sex Positions

Against-the-wall oral: For sexually active partners interested in taking their sexual exploits away from the bed, there are plenty of positions you can use or adapt up against a wall, including a standing-sex version of the missionary position, doggy-style, or oral sex. To execute this variation on oral sex, the receiving partner stands with their back against the wall while the giving partner kneels in front of them at the level of their pelvis.

Coital alignment technique (CAT): The CAT position (short for the coital alignment technique) is a variation on the missionary position. In missionary, each partner is approximately eye-to-eye, but in the CAT position, the penetrative partner rests slightly higher up so the penis or dildo points at a downward angle, stimulating the bottom partner’s vulva, clitoris, and pubic bone. In addition, the CAT position utilizes a rocking or grinding movement rather than a typical in-and-out thrust to maintain constant stimulation for the receiving partner.

Cowgirl: The cowgirl position (also known as “cowperson,” since individuals of any gender identity may use it) is a sex position where the penetrative partner lies on their back, and the receiving partner straddles them, facing forward. The receiving partner can control the pace, angle, and depth of penetration. For instance, they can bounce while sitting upright or gyrate their hips while lying on their partner’s chest. This sex position is one of the most popular sex positions for those who require clitoral stimulation to climax because it allows the vulva owner to grind into their partner or use their hands to stimulate their clitoris.

Doggy-style: An umbrella term, doggy-style is any sex position in which one partner bends over, either on their hands and knees, resting on their elbows, or resting on the edge of the bed. The other partner can stand or be on their knees, and they’re free to use their hands to hold onto their partner’s hips. Doggy-style is useful for penetration, whether in vaginal or anal sex, including with a penis, strap-on, finger, or vibrator. A rear-entry alternative to doggy-style is spooning, where both partners lie side by side with knees bent.

Eiffel Tower: In this penetrative sex position for threesomes, all three partners stand. One person bends over to receive penetration from a penis or strap-on from behind, vaginally or anally, by the second person. The third person stands in front of the first person to receive oral sex. You can also try this position kneeling. Here’s a guide to additional sex positions for threesomes, including the daisy chain, double penetration, and group blow job.

Lotus: A particularly intimate position, the lotus position (or yab-yum position) is a tantric sex position in which one partner sits in the other’s lap. In the lotus position, both partners face each other for deeper penetration or external stimulation. Each partner’s legs can wrap around the other’s body for increased closeness. One partner can try leaning back in the lotus position, which can be pleasurable for vulva owners since it offers deep penetration and more g-spot stimulation than the traditional upright lotus. (The g-spot is an area two to three inches inside the vaginal canal that, when stimulated, can lead to pleasure and sometimes orgasm.)

Missionary: One of the most classic positions, missionary is a face-to-face sexual position in which the penetrating partner lies on top of the receiving partner. The penetrative partner can then control the speed and depth of penetration. In missionary, you can maintain sustained eye contact, allowing for an intimate experience between partners.

Reverse cowgirl: Reverse cowgirl (or reverse cowperson) is a variation on the cowgirl (or cowperson) position. In the cowgirl position, the receiving partner straddles their partner and faces them; in reverse cowgirl, the receiving partner straddles their partner but faces away. Reverse cowgirl can incorporate external stimulation or penetration (using a penis, dildo, or other sex toys) of the receiving partner’s anus or vagina. The receiving partner can grind on their partner or use their fingers or a toy to stimulate themselves and their partner.

Scissoring: In the most classic scissoring position, one partner lies on their back with their legs open, and the other person lies on their side so their genitals come together, forming a shape similar to two open pairs of scissors brought together. Scissoring is popular for vulva owners who enjoy external stimulation.

Safe Sex - when people take specific measures before or during sexual activity to reduce the risk of sharing sexually transmitted diseases or infections (STDs/STIs), including human immunodeficiency virus (HIV), human papillomavirus (HPV), genital herpes, chlamydia, gonorrhea, and syphilis.

Sometimes, the phrase “safe sex” is used to refer to contraception practices (which help prevent unwanted or unplanned pregnancy) in addition to STI prevention.

It’s important to note that many contraceptive methods (such as birth control pills) are not effective ways to reduce the risk of STIs.

How STIs Spread

STIs usually spread through sexual contact. Different STIs spread in different ways, but the most common modes of transmission include:

Transfer of bodily fluids: Most STIs are transmitted by the transfer of or exposure to body fluids (especially semen, vaginal fluid, and rectal mucus), so many methods for safe sex aim to avoid transmission of fluids during vaginal, oral, and anal sex. Certain STIs (including hepatitis B and HIV) can also be spread through blood-to-blood contact in non-sexual contexts, including sharing needles or coming into contact with an open wound.

Genital skin-to-skin contact: Some STIs, including HPV, herpes, and syphilis, can be spread by intimate skin-to-skin contact, especially with a sore, genital wart, or infected area on another person’s genitals or skin.

Safe Sex Practices

Here are some standard practices for safer sex:

Barrier methods: Barriers during sex aim to prevent direct contact between each partner’s genitals by limiting exposure to bodily fluids. Among the most common barrier methods for safe sex are latex condoms (external polyurethane) and internal condoms (sometimes called female condoms). Latex condoms are barriers worn on the penis during intercourse, and internal condoms are placed inside the vaginal canal before vaginal sex. Other barriers include dental dams, which can be used as a barrier over the vulva or anus during oral sex, and latex gloves, which can be used as a barrier over the hands to prevent contact with an open wound. In addition to their use during sexual intercourse, you can use condoms or other barrier methods over sex toys to avoid transmission of fluids between orifices or partners.

No-contact sexual activities: No-contact sexual activities are sexual experiences that do not include physical touch, eliminating the possibility of fluid transmission. Examples of no-contact sexual behaviors include phone sex, sexting, mutual masturbation, and cybersex.

Non-penetrative sexual activities: Non-penetrative sexual activities like making out, handjobs, and fingering limit partners’ exposure to each others’ bodily fluids, reducing chances for STI transmission (as compared to high-risk activities like vaginal, oral, or anal sex). However, non-penetrative sexual practices do not protect against STIs transmitted through intimate skin-to-skin contact, like herpes or syphilis.

Immunization: You can reduce your risk for STIs like hepatitis B and HPV by being immunized preventatively by a licensed health care provider.

Medication: Pre-exposure prophylaxis (PrEP) is a method of taking specific prescription drugs to reduce your chances for HIV infection. The most common PrEP drugs use a combination of tenofovir and emtricitabine, and should only be taken under the direction of a healthcare professional. These drugs have proven effective against HIV transmission, but cannot reduce your risk of other STIs. Contraceptive pills (also called birth control pills) are not an effective method to prevent STIs.

Treatment as prevention: Treatment as prevention (TasP), sometimes called “undetectable = untransmissible” or “U=U,” is a method of limiting the transmission and spread of HIV by treating people living with HIV with antiretroviral medication. When managed properly through medication, the levels of HIV in someone’s body can become so low that tests cannot detect it. When an HIV-positive person reaches undetectable status, studies show that the virus cannot be transmitted to someone who is HIV-negative.

Limiting sexual partners: Engaging in sexual activity with a new partner runs the risk of exposure to an STI, so one way to reduce your risk is to limit your sexual partners to people who communicate about their medical and sexual history and agree to use safe sex practices in a way that makes you feel comfortable.

Sources: 1 2 3 ⚜ More: Notes & References ⚜ Writing Resources PDFs

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Lovely Bunny, I know life hasn’t always been soft to you. May this reading bring you clarity and light on your healing journey. To pick a pile don’t overthink it; choose the one that draws you in the most while thinking about the reading’s intent. Don’t force it, only take what resonates! Love, Matcha ♡

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Pile 1 ₊˚.༄

tw: brief su*cide mention

This pile is for you if you struggle with depression or su*cidal ideations. You’re probably someone educated, smart and creative but life to you can seem extremely dull due to your lack of intellectual stimulation. You might have a lot of wisdom, but a part of you feel unfulfilled. To find healing, you’ll need to look at yourself and be realistic about where you are mentally. You might be procrastinating by claiming it was worse before or that others have it worse, so it’s probably good enough right now. Even if you’ve already gone a long way, you should still focus your self-development on where you are right now rather than in the past. Remember that life is difficult, most people are silently struggling. Find healing by opening up about it in a more detached or artistic way. You are advised to share about your struggles with humour and lightness, by sharing your weakness you’ll regain a sense of power. Make art inspired by your struggles, it’ll give them a sense of purpose in your life, you could even make money off of it in the future. Remember that this is part of your legacy, even the difficult things. This advice might be weird but see yourself like a saint in your life. Like you’re someone who’ll end up having a lasting impact on the earth because of their dedication to love and light and that your life story is just the original story of your spiritual path. A point of view more similar to that one will help to give yourself grace by reminding yourself of your path and intentions. You should also totally start meditating, do meditations where you focus on visualizing an environment that is pleasing and calming to you. You need to learn something new, you might have hobbies but you need to be a beginner at something again, it’ll help you to reconnect with your inner child, and life won’t seem so gray and all the same. Remember that you only have one life, no matter what happens you’ll die anyway but what you do of that life is up to you. Will you continue showing up for yourself?

2, 3, 4, libra, venus, zeus

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Pile 2 ⊹˚˖ ☆

If you chose this pile you’re probably already taking action when it comes to your mental health. However, you seem to be encountering blockages when it comes to working on your anxieties. Ordinary things can seem troubling and scary to you, you might be overthinking small decisions and interactions. You’re a perfectionist. You are patient with others but when it comes to you you’re strict and inflexible. Right now, you’re learning to express your boundaries and your needs. The most healing thing you could do right now is to look at the people you have around you and assess if they’re still helpful to you on your journey. You might be avoiding red flags. If you seem to always be failing to reach the expectations of someone in your life, maybe it’s not that you’re inadequate, maybe they just don’t fit in your life. You’ll know who to cut off because you’re already feeling somewhere in your gut that there’s something wrong you’re avoiding. It’s okay to not be liked by everybody. “If you got no haters you ain’t poppin’”… If people have strong opinions regarding you, some hating you and some loving you, it’s probably just a sign that you’re being authentic. You can’t be liked by everybody unless you’re an unauthentic people pleaser, sorry not sorry. Start being a little bit more cutthroat like that, you’re allowed to cut off anyone from your life with no explanations, you’re allowed to not look back and follow your path. I don’t mean you should be an asshole to loving souls but we both know there are some toxic people undeserving of the courtesy of explanation or closure. Don’t think that you’re too intense, your emotions are valid and continue processing them in a way that feels cathartic to you. Your spirit guides are protecting you and reminding you that this path is the one that’ll bring you your manifestations if you’re willing to put yourself first.

4, gemini, selenite, smokey quartz, snowflake obsidian, sodalite

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Pile 3 ‧₊˚ ♡

If you chose this pile you most likely already did a lot of shadow work and you’re seeing positive results when it comes to your mental health. You’ve overcome mental blockages and you're reconciling with yourself. You accept your flaws and your past. This healing journey brought you to a new sense of self in opposition to who you used to be. You learn who you are every time you make a new life decision. You’re working against toxic patterns, you can be proud of yourself. Don’t shy away from this new way of being, you’re allowed to be paradoxical, it’s okay that you changed, it doesn’t mean you’re inauthentic. It would be inauthentic to reject change and to remain chained to an ego-driven sense of self. You’re already doing the work when it comes to grounding yourself in your new higher way of being. However, the advice is to connect with your inner child. Recognize the part of yourself you’ve found again that was always part of you. You’ll realize that you didn’t become someone totally new but that you reconnected with yourself. Think about how you used to be when you were a kid, your temperament, the things that spoke to your soul. Your second piece of advice is to start making bolder moves when it comes to your career and aspirations. You’ve done the work and you’re now ready to embark on a new journey with challenges that are adapted to your new capacities. The universe is ready to give you your manifestations, know that as soon as you start taking action towards your goals you’ll see great results sooner than expected. Money and comfort are coming into your life Bunny!

2, 4, 5, 8, jade, pyrite, rhodonite, cherry blossom

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decks used for this reading: angel tarot cards by Radleigh Valentine, l’oracle du chemin spirituel by Valérie Defour & Valérie Saussez, art oracles by Katya Tylevich, oracle of heaven and hell by Travis McHenry

[wrenhavenriver]

back from clinical. i did not kill anyone and some patients laughed at my dumb jokes 👍

[five-thousand-loaves-of-bread]

not be able communicate by words means… constantly be misunderstood. misinterpreted. not have any way show own perspective, your side of story. your story always written talked about interpreted read thru other people.

someone did something wrong you. someone hurt you. someone say wrong thing…

someone make up malicious thing about you. maybe that you rude ungrateful bad temper behavior problem. it now become truth it now become you because there no way you correct them.

you can’t educate them. you can’t explain it to them. nevermind that, for example, you severely disabled n having symptoms that impact quality of life, or have symptoms that dare inconvenience people - can only watch as people around you speak “for” you not with your interest in mind but of their own selfishness - that people who can communicate by word say you only do that because you lazy, you selfish, want attention, on purpose, just want to for no reason, faking, inherent personality flaw.

not just big things. more often it those small things that build up every day, happen tens n hundreds of times each day, every day, every week, every month, every year… more often it those small things that add up that break you.

imagine everything bad, incorrect, & bad and incorrect thing said about you in your life. n now imagine you not able defend yourself, explain yourself, or even say those wrong not true.

n any attempt of yours to maybe protest, not enough, people not understand, or downright not listened to, made fun of. at first you shake head make noise meaning no all calm. after while of it not work you get frustrate n it start showing. you get impatient n snappy, why none of you understand, is any of you even trying. but people around you with privilege of able communicate n defend self thus never have experience of not have that, find it such basic of skill that they no longer see it as acquired skill but instead see as innate, born in, natural, cannot imagine person not have it just like can’t imagine living person not breathing—they only see their perspective n only see their interaction n not the many, hundreds n thousands, of previous communication where no one understood you (or even tried to). so they mock you (sometimes they the one who on purpose provoke you to see your reaction like you monkey in cage for their entertainment), geez big reaction why can’t you be patient. n you get label, impatient, rude, explosive, anger issues.

you protest in only way you can without words. you do it by sounds n noises n movement. you raise voice you scream you smash thing around you you hit yourself in frustration you hit other people who don’t understand you because you frustrated at their incompetence n how much they failing you. because. show me another way person can communicate without words. show me way that one can continue do after tens n thousands of misinterpretations n miscommunications n malicious interactions, n still remain calmly, “appropriately.”

you communicate in only way you can with only emotion you can feel at this point: anger, frustration, helpless. be misunderstood, even smallest innocent one, become trauma become trigger. miscommunication alone can set it off, make you see red n see billion of previous miscommunication where everyone failed you n left you to fend for self. then the backhanded jab that sometimes follow, that make thing exponentially worse.

you communicate in only way you can with only emotion left you can feel that consume you. loud sounds, screaming, get physical. it not earn you be understood. it only earn you this: be called impatient, irrational, explosive, land mine, rude, ungrateful, annoying…

“behavior issues.”

and that’s another misinterpretation of you you can’t defend yourself against. cycle repeats.

n other verbal people only listen to other verbal people. so these descriptions of you become “your truths”.

n the true you left there. to rot.

a lot people with no functional communication (either because no ability, or because circumstances) labeled as have behavior issues. yeah, no fucking shit. try it for a while. anyone would “have behavioral issues” in these circumstances.

no one seem to care. so okay fuck yeah am difficult kid, have behavioral issues, make your life miserable. yeah am terrible person, have inherent personality flaw of no fault but my own. except now do it on purpose, make it true now, put ability to control own truth in own hand. because you all seem want me be that so bad. so now you get it. don’t complain now, you all asked for it really really nicely.

but deep down. at most basic. hidden beneath. really just. want be understood. want be helped. want people to learn my communication.

“many behavior is communication” yes, those kind of behaviors should be respected n valued n listened, but try behavior your way out of correcting n explaining everything just said in post to person who just don’t seem to get it

without rely on good grace of nice people around you who keep on play guess games n give out guesses in words you can nod or shake head to. now, that’s cheating.

people not nice to people who *have no choice* but to *only* rely on behaviors & vocal noises to communicate

n, even if every single person nice. behaviors n vocal noises alone, not enough.

this written with full time experience in mind

[aphroditelovesu]

Yandere Hannibal Lecter Headcanons (General)

''Nothing here is vegetarian." — Hannibal Lecter.

❝ 🍽 — lady l: I think it's amazing that my hcs become more and more extensive lol, but you like it, don't you? Hannibal is my newest fixation and I loved writing for him, due to his personality. I hope you like it and forgive me for any mistakes! It's four in the morning here 🤎🤍.

❝tw: obsessive and possessive behavior, cannibalism and murder.

❝🍽pairing: yandere!hannibal lecter x gender neutral!reader.

Hannibal Lecter is decorous and very polite and he really appreciates that, politeness. He values ​​and is easily offended by people who are rude or who do not have the correct manners, especially at the table. In addition to being a perfectionist analyzer.

He believes that the way people behave at the table directly reflects their education and social status. Hannibal is meticulous in choosing ingredients, preparing meals and presenting dishes. The problem is that his food tends to be human flesh, but Hannibal doesn't consider himself a cannibal, since the victims he chooses are seen as pigs to him.

Hannibal is known for his distinct personality and his appreciation for elegance and refined etiquette. His impeccable education, combined with his exquisite taste, creates an intriguing and contradictory image, due to his serial killer side. He stands out not only for his intellectual abilities and his ability to appreciate high culture but also for his meticulous and artistic approach to his darker pursuits.

You must have his politeness and good manners, that's the least he requires, Hannibal doesn't like rude people and although he won't kill you, he would have to teach you to have good manners. He will be happy to do so, however.

When interacting socially, Hannibal is observant and analytical, evaluating people based on their behavior at the table and in everyday situations. His aversion to rude people puts him in a unique position where he feels compelled to correct these "lapses" in etiquette. The way he corrects these mistakes varies from murder to a class, in this case, that class would be just for you.

You would have to be someone who achieves these Hannibal decorums, or comes close at least, for him to become obsessed with you. He likes polite people and will be happy if you are one of them, but if you are not or don't know the correct manners very well, don't worry, he will help you.

Hannibal is a psychiatrist and is very well aware that his thoughts of you are not ''normal'' or healthy, but he doesn't care. He knows it's morally wrong to do what he does and does it anyway, so what are some dark thoughts about you? But these thoughts quickly become actions he committed in your name.

He will take notes about you and create your psychiatric profile and if there is something ''wrong'', he will offer therapy for you, that is if you were not already his patient. Always very observant and attentive, he will be keeping all the necessary information about you, so that he can use it to catch you later.

If you have problems with your family or friends, Hannibal will take care of it. He doesn't like the idea of ​​someone wanting to hurt you, whether emotionally or physically, and most likely he will kill them one by one and serve them to you. Of course, without your knowledge. He knows you're not ready to know that yet.

Hannibal will be very picky about your food, just as he is about his. If you eat poorly or incorrectly, he will correct it. He enjoys cooking for you and will be adamant about doing so, serving refined recipes and elaborate dishes using fresh ingredients. Hannibal is a bit too controlling.

He is not possessive, but rather obsessive. Hannibal doesn't like it when you get too close to other people, but he will be more uncomfortable if it's someone he has apathy or something against. But he will sort it out. He feels jealous, but he deals with it in his own way, releasing that feeling on other things... Or people.

Hannibal is quite protective of you and will be adamant about keeping you safe. He may try to convince you to live with him or will make regular visits to your home, work or where you study. He will always be around when he gets the chance, just to look out for you.

He will try not to completely succumb to his desires, as Hannibal doesn't like being controlled, and allowing you to have so much power over him makes him more than uncomfortable. At least until he is sure that you will let yourself be completely dominated by him, only then will he feel more comfortable in making his feelings for you clear.

Hannibal Lecter is very intelligent and knows very well how to get rid of evidence that could incriminate him. Besides being a psychopath who doesn't feel remorse or empathy for others, he becomes softer when he's with you. Although his feelings aren't clear or fully understood, he knows he cares about you, enough that he wants you to be his. And you'll be his.

[writingsully]

A passionate teacher

Pairing: Neteyam x female human reader

Summary: Neteyam teaches you Na'vi, but he gives his lessons a little twist to make it more interesting.

Word count: 2.4k

Warnings: Suggestive content, hints of sex

It has been a while since you moved to Pandora. You had always been intrigued by the beauty of the moon and the bond its inhabitants had with Eywa. You came to Pandora to study the Na’vi. You wanted to learn their ways and educate other humans about it so that both species could live in peace together.

Learning the way of the na’vi meant you had to live with them and that included learning their language. When you signed up for this position, you expected you would watch the indigenous from afar, not to live with them. You never expected to really interact with them since they don’t have a good bond with humans, so you never learned the language.

However, one certain olo’eyktan named Jake Sully, thought it would be a good idea to take some humans under his wing. How else were you supposed to learn their ways? Luckily, Jake and some other na’vi spoke English which made it easier for you to communicate.

This is how you ended up dating the olo’eyktans eldest son. Not long after your arrival, Neteyam started to show interest in you. Lucky for you, he spoke English, so you bonded quickly.

It was now a couple of months later, and you still had a lot of difficulty with the language. The pronunciation was most difficult for you, which is why you also struggled with your vocabulary. Today, Neteyam took a day off to help you. You were sitting on a branch beside a small lake, the sound of the running water combined with the wind blowing through the trees and the distant sound of sturmbeests and direhorses grazing, had a calming effect on you. This was your so-called study spot. The relaxing atmosphere made it easy for you to focus which is why you came here so often.

Today, you had been working on greeting others and introducing yourself. You were proud to say you had mastered that pretty well. Right now, you were focussing on different body parts.

‘What do you call this?” Neteyam asked as he placed a kiss on your hand. You blushed slightly at the sensation of his soft lips against your skin. Even though you had been dating Neteyam for a while now, he still made you nervous.

‘Tsyokx,’ you said without hesitation. You’ve been studying the names of body parts for a week now, some of them you knew by heart, while others were more difficult for you.

‘Sìltsan (well done),’ he praised you while moving his lips up your arm, toward your shoulder, placing a kiss. ‘And this?’

You thought for a moment, his lips on your skin were making it hard for you to focus. ‘’Etnaw?’ it was more a question than a statement and Neteyam raised his brows.

‘Don’t be so uncertain, yawne. You know more than you think,’ his yellow eyes stared into yours and you could feel your cheeks heat up even more. His big eyes showed so much love and compassion and they were really complimented by his long lashes. They were so beautiful, almost ethereal. You swallowed before repeating yourself, but this time with more confidence. Neteyam nodded, praising you again.

He moved his hand up your arm slowly, admiring every inch of your skin. He took hold of your elbow gently, tracing his index finger up and down the joint softly. His touch was very gentle, like he always was with you. His gaze flicked from your elbow to your face, making eye contact again. He looked at you expectantly, waiting for you to tell him the name of the joint. You knew what the elbow was called in na’vi, but you struggled with the pronunciation. ‘Puntil,’ you said hesitantly, knowing you mispronounced it. Neteyam kept staring into your eyes while he held on to your elbow. ‘That’s not quite right, yawne,’ he said, his voice gentle and patient. You blushed again at the nickname he used for you and looked down shyly.

The na’vi reached his other hand up to your chin, grabbing it gently between his thumb and index finger as he guided your gaze back to his. ‘Let’s try again,’ he said. ‘P…puntil,’ you tried again. You knew you had to pop the p, but for some reason you really struggled with it. ‘I’m sorry,’ you apologised when Neteyam shook his head again.

‘Don’t apologise,’ he said gently. ‘You’re learning.’ His gaze was soft and patient, making you feel comfortable around him. You often wondered how he was always so patient with you since you struggled with the same words over and over again. ‘Try after me,’ he said as he let go of your chin. ‘Pxuntil.’

‘Puntil,’ you tried again, shaking your head in frustration when you didn’t pop the p again.

‘It’s okay, y/n,’ he said. ‘Let’s try again.’ He pronounced it for you, after which you mispronounced again. It kept going like this for a couple of times until you finally got it right.

‘Pxuntil,’ you said, and your eyes grew wide when you finally got it right. ‘Neteyam, I finally did it!’ you exclaimed excitedly. A smile crept on his face, his excitement matching yours.

‘Good job, tahnì,’ he said before lifting your arm up to his lips, kissing it softly. His eyes were fixed on yours when he kissed your elbow, and you could feel your cheeks heating up again. You enjoyed him rewarding you with kisses. It made you motivated to keep going.

He allowed his hand to slowly trace over your arm and up to your neck. His fingers lingered on your ear. ‘How do you call this?’ he asked again, leaning closer to you. You noticed your heart started to beat faster when he leaned in, and you hoped he would come even closer.

‘Mikyun,’ you breathed, not really paying attention to him anymore. Your eyes were focussed on his soft, beautiful lips. Oh, how you wished he would kiss you right now.

The boy leaned in even closer, his lips now close to your ear. His breath left goosebumps against your skin, and you swallowed hard when he whispered in your ear. ‘Siltsan.’ He pressed his lips to your ear and placed a gentle kiss, making you gasp at the tingling sensation his lips left on your skin. Neteyam noticed your reaction and he decided to take it a little further by grazing his sharp canines over your lobe. You bit your lip and closed your eyes, enjoying the sensation.

‘Don’t get too distracted, sevin,’ Neteyam whispered before pulling away. He chuckled when he saw how red your cheeks have become. He knew you could make you flustered easily, and he thoroughly enjoyed it.

You opened your eyes when he pulled away, already missing the heat of his skin. You saw him reach out his hand to your face as he gently placed it on your cheek, rubbing circles on your soft skin with his thumb. You leaned into his touch and closed your eyes again. Neteyam smiled at the sight of you relaxing into his touch. ‘Ma y/n,’ he started with a husky voice. ‘Keep your focus. What is this?’

You smiled at his words. You didn’t want to focus anymore. You wanted to be cuddled up against your boyfriend, to use his large body as a bed. ‘Hmm?’ you hummed, ‘what is what?’

Neteyam chuckled again, but his grip on your face tightened slightly, to keep you alert. ‘How do you call this?’

‘A cheek,’ you said playfully as you opened your eyes to look into his yellow orbs. He raised his brows at your sass, clearly amused by your sudden change of demeanour.

‘And now in Na’vi,’ he said. His voice was stern, but you didn’t miss the playfulness underneath. You hesitated for a moment; you forgot the translation. You couldn’t let him wait too long though for his gaze became more intense as the seconds ticked by. ‘Fwang,’ you said eventually.

Neteyam’s gaze softened a bit, but his grip on your face didn’t loosen one bit. ‘No, yawne. That has to do with smell.’ His voice was as patient as ever, which made you feel comfortable enough to make mistakes. ‘Can you guess again?’

You shook your head. ‘I don’t know,’ you whispered.

Your boyfriend smiled slightly before giving you the proper translation. ‘Flawn,’ he said, his intense gaze never leaving yours.

You sighed in frustration. ‘It sounds the same, so it counts as correct. Can I get a kiss now?’ you asked, hoping he would still give you your reward.

He chuckled again and shook his head. ‘They do look alike. But you got it wrong, so you’re not getting a kiss yet.’  

You pouted slighty, as he removed his gaze from your eyes to your nose. ‘I’ll give you another chance,’ he said. ‘What is “nose”?’

‘Ontu,’ you said immediately, earning a smirk from Neteyam. He knew what you were doing. You weren’t doing it for learning the language anymore. You were doing it just to receive his kisses. The na’vi slowly leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on your nose. He rested his lips on your skin a little longer than necessary before pulling away.

A smile appeared on your lips when he kissed your nose, and you couldn’t help but blush at the sensation of his skin against yours. You noticed how he looked at your lips after he pulled away and you bit your lip slightly. You wanted to kiss him so badly right now, but you knew you had to wait till he kissed your lips. Neteyam’s gaze never left your lips, and you knew what his next question was going to be. Before he had time to speak, you answered.

‘Seyri,’ you said hastily. The na’vi chuckled as he shook his head. ‘Patience, sevin. You have to let me ask the question first.’ He looked at you as he spoke, his eyes held a hint of playfulness, and you knew he enjoyed this little game you made. He leaned in closer to you and hovered his lips above yours. You could feel his hot breath fan on your lips that were so eager to kiss him. Just hurry up, you thought.

‘What do you call your lips?’ he asked as he leaned in just a little closer. His lips grazed yours slightly as he spoke, which made goosebumps appear on your skin.

‘Seyri,’ you whispered before leaning forward. You expected his lips to crash onto yours and you furrowed your brows in irritation when you saw Neteyam leaned back. ‘What are you doing?’ you asked him, your voice full of curiosity, but also a hint of impatience.

Neteyam smiled, enjoying the fact that he was in control. ‘Patience, ma y/n,’ he said as he placed both of his hands on either side of your face. He started leaning in again and stopped when his lips hovered above yours. ‘Siltsan,’ he whispered before gently placing his lips onto yours. You immediately wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him closer to you. You tried to kiss him more eagerly, wanting more of him than just this one, slow kiss, but he didn’t budge. Instead, his lips were glued to yours, frozen in place.

After a long, frozen kiss he pulled away slowly. ‘Like I said before,’ Neteyam whispered. ‘Patience, darling.’

Your breath hitched in your throat and your heart beat quickened when he called you “darling”.  You felt butterflies in your stomach as you looked at him with pleading eyes. ‘Please, Neteyam,’ you begged. ‘I have had patience for long enough. I just want you to kiss me, please.’ Your hands reached for his neck again and you pulled him back in. This time, he allowed you to and, as his lips touched yours, you were surprised he kissed you more eager now. His lips moved faster than before and one of his hands slowly slid down your back to your waist. He used that hand to pull you onto his lap, making you straddle him, without ever breaking the kiss.

You allowed your hands to slide down from his neck to his chest, his shoulders and then his arms, feelings his strong muscles tense under your touch. His hand gripped your waist a little tighter as he pulled you further into his lap. You gasped when his other hand reached under your leg and squeezed the soft flesh there. You noticed how the kiss started to become hungrier as he licked your bottom lip, begging for entrance.

You opened your mouth as you gave him permission to explore your mouth. His tongue fought with yours and you couldn’t help but moan a little when he squeezed your leg again, his long fingers grazing your inner thigh. Your hands reached back up to his neck and took hold of his braids to softly tug at them, earning a low growl from him. The kiss started to get more heated, and you felt a wetness appearing in between your legs. You couldn’t help but grind against Neteyam’s thick thighs in an attempt to release some of your tension.

Suddenly, Neteyam pulled away from the kiss. He was breathing heavily, and his eyes were half lidded and full of lust. ‘Maybe we should take this somewhere more private,’ he said as he allowed his hands to roam over your legs and your bum.

‘But this is our private spot, ‘Teyam,’ you wined as you pushed him onto his back. ‘I don’t want to stop now. I have been waiting for far too long.’ You slid your hands over his chest and belly, down to his loincloth.

Neteyam chuckled slightly, admiring you from underneath. You could see him considering his options and you leaned down to place a kiss on his neck before taking the skin in between your lips, sucking at it slightly. This earned a growl from deep in his chest and you could feel him swallow hard.

‘Alright,’ he said, his voice had gone down an octave and it created even more butterflies in your stomach. ‘How can I say no to you? I have kept you waiting for long enough.’

He pulled you in for a kiss again and gently traced his fingers over your sensitive skin. You certainty wouldn’t mind all of your na’vi-lessons to end this way.

[rqbossman]

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