where your soul rests
among the pages of an old book
if your body wasn't made of flesh and bones, your soul would live among the pages of an old book- perhaps your favorite, maybe lost in between shelves of a library, or just a forgotten one collecting dust on someone's bedside table. i think you're attached to the things you like, to your hobbies, and you can hardly focus on whatever surrounds you once your mind is busy daydreaming. you're such a soft, endearing creature; you make candy taste sweeter, you make a song sound better, you make colors look brighter. to someone, you feel safe, like home, like that old soup that would bring your childhood memories back. if your soul had a color, it would be a golden-ish beige, like scorching san, and it would smell like vanilla sugar.
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Summary of the 1st half of the Dutch game according to my (american) commentators:
Marten De Roon, a loyal player. Playing for Atalanta in beautiful Bergamo.
The Oranje looks already better with De Roon.
Again De Roon (whenever he appeared out of nowhere).
With De Roon, the CB have the liberty to push forward and that really helps the whole team.
Love you Martino!
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nobody took my pen away so the hades-crossover-fever continues. i’m ill
others: the dark urge (OC); minthara (bg3), karlach (bg3), shadowheart (bg3), gale (bg3), halsin (bg3), lae'zel (bg3), astarion (bg3), kotallo (horizon)
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the obedience that came with your older bf!simon hadn’t started out as inherently kinky. it actually stemmed from a rather vulnerable admission, one that happened to come about as you were riding him.
“i need to follow orders”
it’d caught you off guard, but you’d been quick and accepting with it as your pressed your palms against his broad chest. you’d nodded, panting slightly as you tried your best.
“i want you to hold me down and really fuck me, si”
and that was it, he was gripping tight on your hips and jackhammering his own up into you until your head was tipping back and a fucking squeal was being torn out of you.
the rest was history.
simon explained it as he’d built a career off of following orders, he’d kept himself alive by doing what he was told- being in the right place at the right time.
if you wanted to see him at his best you had to tell him exactly what you wanted him to do.
after a particularly soft evening on the couch, one that would never leave the four walls of your home, where simon was cuddled into your front with your arms wrapped around him- he told you he felt safest when he had explicit instructions.
part of it was just easier that way, like when he didn’t really get the hype about sexting but you told him what you wanted and then you’d both be happy.
the other part of it was that security, he had someone who loved him enough to put him in the right place at the right time and eliminate as many variables as possible.
that didn’t mean spontaneity was out of the question, he could surprise you and you could do the same to him- but once you really got into things, he wanted you to tell him in graphic detail what you wanted him to do.
“just like that, don’t move your hand at all”
“cum inside me, please”
“bend me over, want you to use me”
“look me in the eyes, want to see you when you cum for me”
“lick my cunt, simon”
there was also something in there for him about you, sweet little you, looking this big man right in the eye and ordering him around.
made him weak in the fucking knees.
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