#tergiverser

[utterbuffoonery]

The Shrewdest Thing of All

However well-meaning and strong the individual man may be (if he could only use his strength), he still has not the passion to be able to tear himself from the coils and seductive uncertainty of reflection. Nor do his surroundings supply the events or produce the general enthusiasm necessary to free him. Instead of coming to his help, his milieu forms around him a negative intellectual opposition, which juggles for a moment with a deceptive prospect, only to deceive him in the end by pointing to a brilliant way out of the difficulty--by showing him that the shrewdest thing of all is to do nothing. For at the bottom of the tergiversation of the present age is vis inertiae, and every one without passion congratulates himself upon being the first to discover it, and so becomes cleverer still. During the revolution arms were distributed freely, just as during the Crusades the insignia of the exploit were bestowed upon men, but nowadays people are supplied with rules of careful conduct and ready-reckoners to facilitate judgement. If a generation were given the diplomatic task of postponing any action in such a way as to make it seem as if something were just about to happen, then we should have to admit that our age had performed as remarkable a feat as the revolutionary age.

The Present Age p. 34

[monarchberrysblog]

Hmo but

What if Miguel finds out you used to date the Harry Osborn from your world? You and Harry used to date but broke up on friendly terms but then you meet sometime where Miguel’s visiting your world for a date, and then his possessive instinct is like: She’s mine 😏

Then ✨smut✨ and ofc he has a marking kink

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✭ 🔞 Miguel O’Hara x fem! Reader ✭

✮ 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: possessive (adj.) → demanding someone’s total attention and love. having the knowledge that you used to be with someone left a sour taste in miguel’s mouth. especially knowing that you are still in good terms with them to this day.

✭ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: biting kink? (idk what it’s called), cumplay (?), unprotective p-in-v, semi-exhibitionism (y'all get caught), possessive behavior (kinda?)

✭ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: +1.7k words

✭ 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: mwehehehe (once again, if there are errors i apologize in advance as i felt like i read this multiple times and don't see any errors) enjoy!

𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐌𝐃𝐍𝐈 | 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐁𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐃

Harry was your first love. Something so fleeing that if you were to blink or glance at it, it disappeared instantly. It blurred into your life the way acrylic colors blended to create a clash of colors like a summer evening in July. It was all tangy and sweet, with a scalding, sweaty undertone. Beautiful yet uncomfortable to endure.

He was sweet, resembling a sweet syrup in any refresher you would get in a coffee shop. Sweet, yet messy. The sap wasn't noticeable until it became unbearable to have in between your fingers.

Enduring the sappy-like texture on the tip of your fingers, wiping the mess clean from your skin, bonding with Henry became inevitable. You didn't want to let him go, but it was for the better for each other.

But after growing out of each other, things ended with a silver lining—growing and learning within a long distance from each other.

Then, you met Miguel.

Another man from another dimension.

Meeting someone from another world was not on your bucket list, let alone in the span of goals you had for the next few years or so. But Miguel managed to tergiversate his way into your plans (and heart). He fit right into your life like a puzzle piece you didn't know was missing.

And you love it.

/

“Is your dish okay? Because if it isn't, I can send it back and—” You fade his rambles with a gentle touch on his hand. “Yes, it's perfect Migs. Thank you.” The sound of cutlery clicking on the white ceramic plates complimented the ambiance of the warm-lit dining area.

Small chatter created a cozy environment that made anyone lull to sleep. “And please, don't yell at the chef like last time.” You forcefully giggle and can almost imagine the events playing out like a storyboard.

“They didn't give you the grilled chicken fillet.” He grumbles, looking away from his dish and to the side, keeping his gaze on the maroon carpet. “Hey,” You gently cupped his cheek, disregarding your silverware. “It’s okay. Sometimes, we make mistakes on off days. It's nothing new.”

“I know,” He pouts. “I just want you to have a warm meal.”

“And I'm grateful for your well-being. Just don't yell at the chef and make them cry again. Please.” You plead, gently rubbing his cheekbone with the pad of your thumb. “…okay.” He grumbles in defeat, taking your hand away from his face and gently holding your hand with a reassuring squeeze.

“I won’t.”

/

You worked on your dish, taking in pasta forkfuls and grilled chicken. Miguel keeps a close eye while eating his dish, savoring his fillet mignon. You basked in the silence, probably in your little world while with him. But a single greeting broke the mellow silence. “Hey,”

It wasn't just a simple “Hey” to get someone’s attention. Instead, it was an exasperated one. The exhale is a sign of relief—the relief of seeing someone familiar after a long period of time. A sigh that read, “Oh, it's been a while; I missed seeing you..”

Miguel’s head turned for him without his brain enabling his thought process. “Oh, hey, Harry.” You smile, showing off your little dimples to him. “What brings you here?” Harry makes his way over to the two of you, unaware of the daggers that Miguel was throwing at him. “I’m here with Miguel. My boyfriend.”

Harry turns his attention to your aggravated partner, oblivious to the aura Miguel sent. “Already moved on? That was fast.”

Not an amusing joke, even for Harry. He lets out a forced laugh, hoping to drown out the awkward air around them—it only made it more suffocating to be in that bubble. “It's been a couple of years.” You laughed, trying to ease the unsteady environment. But it was laughable beyond that point.

While exchanging words, Harry’s wavering eyes remained on you, taking in every feature about you. “You work here?” You ask as you look up at Harry. “As a server only.”

Your smile, cute dimples, everything caught Harry’s attention. It felt like he was looking at the playing field and wondering if he was about to get to second base. The conversation dragged like a snail, going slowly for Miguel.

“But it was nice seeing you.” The only best solution was stepping on the awkward waters rising as Harry nodded and sighed. “Yes, it was nice seeing you too. But let me know if you guys need anything.” With a simple nod, he walks off almost in a rushed manner.

/

“Jesus.” Miguel was now away from the warm dining area of the restaurant and now in the men’s room. He stood in the handicap stall momentarily, burying his face into his palms. The last thing he needed to happen was for you to lecture him on his behavior, especially now that Harry had dropped by unannounced.

“You’re exaggerating, you're exaggerating.” He repeats the mantra, sounding like a possessed man. If anyone were to walk in, some eye brows would have been raised. But after repeating the phrase a couple more times, he stops and rubs his eyes, much to his doctor's dismay about the habit.

“It's fine.” He thinks, reaching for the stall door to step out. But the sound of a familiar voice and a different voice enter the washroom. “Who was that woman who you greeted earlier?”

“An ex,” Harry states matter of factly.

“You miss her, don't you?” The other voice inquires as if they anticipated drama. “I've seen the way you look at her.” The other voice adds. “Yeah, but just as friends! It's been a while since we last spoke.”

A little, just a little?

“But she's with someone else.” Harry stumbles his words, attempting to redeem his words.

“And you don't seem okay with that.” A lingering silence suffocates space immediately. A sigh from Harry fills the space, shattering the awkwardness.

“I'm okay with it. I just miss her company.”

The corner of Miguel’s lip subtly twitches, a sign of irritation. He waits, waiting for the two men to finish their discussion. It wasn't until ten minutes later that they finally left. Almost as if he were following behind, Miguel steps out of the stall silently, feeling his senses get overwhelmed with his typical possessive return once again.

/

“Keep it down for me, bebe. Can you do that for me?” He bites down on your neck and nibbles on your skin. The flat of his tongue lathers against the bite crevices, soothing the dull, aching pain. “Your canines…” Your comment fell silent before his lips kissed the now red mark against your flesh before his hands worked quickly to raise the hem of your skirt. “Shhh, we don't need to get kicked out, do we?” He whispers. The family bathroom immediately got filled with scuffles and moving around of clothes. His ring and pointer finger ghost at your clothed cunt, dragging the tips of his fingers down your entrance, feeling the dampness.

“I just bit you, and you’re all riled up? Pobrecita.” He pouts to you and slowly moves the gusset of your underwear to the side gently with a tug. “Just keep it down for me, okay? Can you do that for me?” His gentle movements drew out soft whines and moans from your mouth like word vomit while his fingers traced your entrance, drawing out your glistening arousal.

"Just be quiet for me," he nuzzles into the crook of your neck, helping himself to another bite of your soft skin. He follows his fingers, delving into your fluttering wall, eagerly taking his fingers in. "Shhh..." The sound of wet, sticky gushes fills the family room bathroom, with your mess dripping down onto the floor and occasionally on the bathroom wall.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, occasionally feeling his two fingers curl slightly. You bit down on your bottom lip, humming out your pleasure to the rhythm of his finger moving in and out.

"Don't make a mess, I don't want you to ruin my watch."

The soft thrusting of his fingers moved rapidly, pulling his fingers out completely before shoving his fingers back into your needy pussy. The rapid thrusts became too much, releasing your mess along with your cum all over the floor before you. "Ay, ya te dije." He pulls his fingers out, shaking his hand dry and lifting you up on the sink counter. "I told you to not make a mess." He put a resting finger against your fluttering core, lightly pushing down to soothe the stretch.

"Spread for me a bit, nena." He whispers and grasps onto your thighs, helping you. You could already imagine the mess you left behind the counter, leaving a glistening mess on the marble. You open up for him with a meek "Okay." You feel your legs trembling against the cold marble. You watch on as Miguel hurries to take off his pants, shoving the pants down quickly and dragging you close to his aching member.

A soft moan escaped your lips, feeling his length rub against your core and clit, lightly thrusting his length in between your entrance. "Let me just prepare myself," He whispers, slowly collecting your slick against his length. You let out a whine before you let out a moan, feeling his tip occasionally slip in between your folds. He thrusted his tip in a couple more times before he continued to grind his length against your clit.

“There we go. Let’s get you comfortable.” He whispers into your ear before he slowly pushes himself in, earning a loud moan from you. He immediately covered your mouth, muffling your beautiful sounds.

“Shh, be good and keep it down.” He whispers while gently pushing his tip against your cervix, occasionally earning a soft cry in pain. You felt him slowly pull out and keep a gentle pace. “Is that better, nena?” He croons into your ear. He grinds his length into you, trying to keep your moans and mews at a limit.

“So good, cariño.” He whispers. “Come on, hold on for a while.” His fingers trace the soft red marks on your neck, putting pressure to soothe the pain.

“I want us to be in here for a moment.”

/

The two of y'all rushed out of the bathroom, getting chased out of the restaurant by two servers. “And get out of here! Never come back!” They yell out as soon as the two of you scurry out while adjusting your clothes. You exchanged breathy laughs with each other when you felt the cold air nip at your skin.

“I told you to keep it down.”

[olympic-paris]

saga: Soumission & Domination 273

Espagne 1

Cela faisait 15 jours que Marc et Hervé étaient partis en voyage d'affaire et même si notre trajet s'est agrémenté d'une pause plus qu'agréable, c'est quand même nos mecs respectifs et ça c'est irremplaçable.

Ils s'en aperçoivent car c'est dès l'aéroport que nous leur prouvons notre attachement. Nous leur sautons au cou et sans se soucier des autres passagers, nous leur roulons des pelles. Comme d'habitude, nous avons droit à quelques remarques acides qui font dire à PH (qui attendait son tour pour embrasser Marc) qu'il y a des jaloux autour de nous. Heureusement, d'autres trouvent cela touchant et eux non plus ne se gène pas pour nous le faire savoir. Nous partons vers les taxis accompagnés de quelques mots d'approbation.

Dans l'appart d'Ernesto les choses sérieuses commencent. Nous les violons littéralement ! Ils semblent apprécier vu la dureté de leurs bites. Même si nous savons que, tout comme nous, ils n'ont pas été privés de sexe, les sentiments qui nous lient donnent une dimension autre à la partie de baise.

Après il nous faut raconter notre intermède Bordelais. Je préviens Marc que nous avions fait connaissance de deux motards de la gendarmerie et que je les avais invités à passer nous voir quand ils le voulaient. Cela ne l'étonne pas venant de moi.

Le lendemain, nous retrouvons Javier qui comme depuis deux ans nous a trouvé une villa avec piscine et cuisinier au dessus de Sitges. Il ne s'est pas foulé, puisque nous retrouvons et la même villa et Paco à la cuisine.

L'apéritif nous attend, tout comme les attributs de Paco qui n'ont pas diminués depuis un an. D'où effusions de part et d'autre. Il nous serre contre lui en mettant ses deux grandes mains sur nos fesses pour nous plaquer contre sa bite en pleine extension, enfin PH, Ernesto et moi. Avec Marc et Hervé, il est plus... moins démonstratif.  Nous faisons le tour de la maison. Nous retrouvons la terrasse équipé de postes de muscu, la piscine est évidement bien chaude et dans la cuisine, les frigos sont pleins.

Nous retenons Javier qui nous dit que Paco nous fait une fleur cette année car ce sont ses vacances qu'il va passer à nous servir. En effet, il a trouvé un taf de cuisinier dans un grand hôtel de Barcelone. Marc est un peu gêné et appelle Paco. Il l'engueule (gentiment) d'avoir accepté d'être notre cuisinier pendant ses 3 semaines de vacances. Paco l'assure que bosser pour nous c'est aussi des vacances car on est pas chiants et qu'il a toute liberté pour la bouffe. Hervé intervient et lui dit qu'il ne restera que s'il nous jure simplifier sa partie et qu'il profite de la piscine et des p'tits mecs qui passeront dans la maison. Je m'assois sur lui et tortillant du cul, lui dis qu'il y en a déjà trois sur place. Je me relève et son maillot est déformé par les presque 24cm de sa bite en plein essor.

C'est PH qui pense à lui demander s'il n'avait pas un petit copain. Il tergiverse mais fini par nous avouer qu'effectivement il en a un depuis quelques mois. Il nous demande s'il pourra s'absenter de temps en temps pour aller le voir. Marc décide que ce serait beaucoup plus simple s'il pouvait le faire venir à la villa. Cette dernière est suffisamment grande pour accueillir une personne de plus. Comme Paco confirme qu'il est en vacances mais qu'il est resté à Barcelone, Marc lui dit d'aller tout de suite le chercher.

Une heure et demie plus tard nous le voyons revenir avec un minet tout mimi ! Pas plus de 18ans, dans les 1m70, cheveux noir corbeau et structure fine même si ses muscles sont bien dessinés. Déjà bien bronzé, il est vraiment craquant dans son petit short plutôt court et son marcel échancré.

Paco nous présente son Juan. Malgré son air timide je vois ses yeux nous déshabiller du peu de tissus que nous avons gardé sur les fesses. Je pense que nous ne serons pas les seuls à nous amuser ici.

Marc confirme à Paco qu'il peut vivre ici comme bon lui semblait, il était invité pour la durée de notre séjour. Notre cuisto le remercie et nous assure que cela ne changera rien à sa " disponibilité ". Il ajoute même que cela nous amène déjà un p'tit mec à domicile. Quand Hervé lui dit qu'il n'était pas question de profiter de son petit ami, Paco nous assure qu'ils ne sont pas dans une relation exclusive et Juan nous confirme qu'il aime bien faire de nouvelle connaissances. Cela tombe bien c'est notre devise !

Son petit cul m'intéressant au plus haut point, je me dévoue pour lui faire visiter la maison et l'informer des conditions de vie. Nous quittons le groupe sous alors qu'Ernesto prévient Paco que je risque de ne pas me retenir avant la fin du circuit. Paco lui répond que c'est pas grave car il sait que je serais bientôt assis sur sa propre bite.

Je fais les honneurs de la villa. Juan me questionne sur le groupe que nous formons. Je lui dis qui est avec qui sentimentalement, et l'assure que sexuellement nous n'avons pas de limites. Il est content car c'est de la même façon qu'avec Paco il ont basé leur relation. Il vient tout juste de terminer son cycle scolaire et rentre à la Fac en septembre. Je suis surpris de son orientation quand il me dit qu'il veut être médecin légiste. Quand nous entrons dans la chambre de Paco, il me dit que le lit est plus grand que chez lui. Un petit coup de bassin et je le fais tomber dessus. Il se retourne et se redresse pour dénouer le lacet de mon maillot et le faire glisser à mes chevilles. Il m'embouche direct jusqu'aux couilles (il est habitué à du 23,5 si je me souviens bien !). J'adore son enthousiasme. Il ne pèse rien et sans difficulté, alors qu'il continu à me téter la queue, je le mets à 4 pattes et lui retire son minishort. Son cul est tout bronzé aussi. Ça changera Marc et Hervé de nos trois culs blancs. Pas de poils non plus hormis une mini touffe au dessus de son sexe (15/16cm x 4). Je le retourne et, en 69, je peux admirer sa rondelle légèrement boursouflée. Quand je lui dis que cette dernière semble avoir servie il y a peu de temps, il m'avoue s'être fait démonter vite fait par Paco pendant qu'il préparait son sac pour venir. Mon puis mes doigts rentrent facilement. Je lui en fais la remarque et il m'assure que se faire défoncer le cul au minimum deux fois par jour par la bite de Paco, ça formate. Je lui demande s'il fait des exercices de musculation de son sphincter, il est étonné et ne voit pas ce que je veux dire par là. Après explications, il est partant pour essayer. En attendant je prends une kpote sur la table de nuit et l'enfile. Heureusement que je suis super excité sinon la taille XL utile à Paco risquerait de glisser. Juan est super partant et il recule de lui-même pour s'emmancher sur ma bite. Je suis rassuré. Son trou est souple mais colle bien à ma queue. Quand je lui demande se serrer son trou, je me sens pris au plus près. Il apprécie mes coups de rein et laisse échapper des gémissements caractéristiques de la chose. Nous sommes tellement pris à nous faire du bien que nous n'entendons pas son mec entrer. Je ne m'en aperçois que quand son corps se colle à mon dos et que sa bite s'enfonce en moi. Juan en levrette se retourne alors que j'ai cessé tout mouvement dans son cul le temps que le mien s'habitue à ce qu'il prend facile tous les jours. Il est tout content que son mec nous ait rejoints et se redresse pour lui tendre ses lèvres. Ils le lèchent le museau. J'interromps ce moment de tendresse quand je me remets à basculer mon bassin. Juan me trouve plus gros dans son cul. Paco par-dessus mon épaule lui dit que c'est le deuxième effet Kiss Kool !

Je suis bien, la prise en sandwich est trop bonne. Ça titille mes cotés Actif comme Passif. Paco me tue littéralement et m'envoi au 7ème ciel avec son gros gland qui frotte ma prostate à chaque passage. J'ai le plaisir de sentir Juan juter sous mes derniers coups de boutoir. Paco se retire de moi, jette sa kpote et va s'enfoncer dans la gorge de son p"tit mec. Il lui lime les amygdales et se retire juste pour étaler sur la gueule quelques longs jets de sperme avant de renfoncer son gland dans sa bouche et de lui faire avaler le reste de sa production.

Quand nous retournons sur la terrasse, Marc et PH me demande alors comment j'avais trouvé le petit nouveau. Je les fais rire en leur disant qu'à 4 pattes il est encore plus bandant. Ernesto l'attrape et le jette dans l'eau. Il en sort un peu éberlué, peu habitué à ce genre de relation. Il est 15 h quand Paco nous sert le déjeuner. Nous nous mettons à l'heure Espagnole et faisons dériver les points fixes de la journée de plusieurs heures. Il nous régale de salades et de plats froids. Légers tout en étant chargés en protéines ce qu'il nous faut pour assurer notre forme.

Petite sieste réelle, la pleine chaleur n'est ni propice à la muscu ni au sexe. Au réveil, nous discutons avec Paco et Juan sur le programme des 3 semaines. Juan rit quand il m'entend énoncer baise/piscine/muscu/restauration/récupération et on remet ça.

Juan nous dit que nous pourrions aussi trainer dans les soirées organisées par certaines boites et café branchés. Nous serions assurés de trouver les nouvelles têtes. Il le sait par des copains à lui qui sont régulièrement invités. Marc lui demande si ses amis sont aussi mignons que lui. Paco qui entend ça, nous assure qu'ils sont tous aussi canons et qu'il avait eu tellement de mal à choisir qu'il ne se privait pas pour se faire, de temps en temps, des plans à 3 avec l'un d'eux. La première soirée sert à finir de se " caler ". Nous laissons Juan avec Marc et Hervé alors que nous trois profitons de la belle bite de son mec. En déplacement souvent ensemble, Marc et Hervé se sont mis à profiter ensemble des petits mecs qu'ils lèvent et nous même profitons de leur nouvelle complicité.

En attendant c'est aux 23,5 cm de Paco que nous nous attaquons. Comme quand on baise avec Pablo, ce plan à 4 va me permettre de me faire enculer par du lourd en même temps que mon PH adoré. Dans ces cas là, ce qu'on aime le plus c'est de se mettre en 69 et que chacun de nous se fasse emmancher en même temps. Je me positionne donc au dessus de lui et coince ses jambes sous mes bras pour bien lui relever le cul et avale sa bite. De son coté, PH me tête la queue alors que je reste à 4 pattes. C'est la bite d'Ernesto qui entre dans mon champ de vision et qui se met à dilater l'anneau de mon amour. Dans le même temps il doit voir ma rondelle s'ouvrir sous la pression du gland de Paco que je sens entrer en moi. Quand Ernesto tape le fond du cul de PH il m'enfonce en même temps sa bite au fond de ma gorge. Je me recule un peu et achève un peu brutalement de me faire enculer. Un petit temps pour régler le tempo de chacun et nous prenons tous les 4 du plaisir. Je fais à Paco le coup de frein inopiné alors qu'il met tous son coeur à me pénétrer. D'où un étranglement de PH que ma bite lui provoque en se bloquant tout au fond de sa gorge Ses incisives en marquent mon bas ventre ! Je relâche la pression et j'entends Paco me dire qu'il va falloir que j'enseigne ça à Juan, que c'était réel trop bon.

Je sens la bite de mon PH prise de spasme. Il va bientôt me juter dedans ! Mais il arrive à se calmer et ce n'est pas pour tout de suite. De mon coté les va et vient puissant de Paco dans mon cul et les passages répétés de son gland sur ma prostate m'excitent bien. C'est même plus agréable au retrait vu la forme de son gland à gros rebord type " champignon ". a force, il réussit à me faire décoller et j'explose dans la bouche de PH. Automatiquement mon anus pulse et ses contractions répétées ont raison de la résistance de Paco et il remplit sa kpote, fermement accroché à mes hanches. Alors qu'il me lime plus calmement, façons " récupération après l'effort ", je sens ma bouche se remplir du jus de PH. J'avale pour ne pas en gâcher une goutte mais garde ses deux dernières éjaculations pour les partager avec lui et Ernesto. Je vois ce dernier se retirer du cul de mon mec alors qu'il a déjà commencé à juter et achève de se vider sur son visage et son torse. J'avale un peu du sperme de PH que j'avais en bouche pour pouvoir aspirer un peu du sien. De son coté, PH ouvre grand la bouche pour en récupérer lui aussi. Par un roulage de pelle à trois langues, nous échangeons les spermes récupérés et Ernesto n'est pas le dernier à lécher les traces blanches qui zèbrent nos visages. Paco en reste sur le cul de nous voir aussi complices.

Après un bon 1/4 d'heure de récup, nous rejoignons les autres. Ils ont pris leur temps et Hervé et Marc sont encore dans Juan quand nous arrivons. Ils profitent de son petit format pour se le faire à la " broche ". Marc est planté dans son cul alors qu'Hervé se fait le fond de sa gorge et de temps en temps ils interrompent leurs va et vient et le tournent, une fois sur le ventre, une fois sur le dos et de temps en temps ils le boquent sur le coté. Paco rebande à la vue de son petit mec sauté comme cela. Comme on ne peut pas le laisser comme ça, PH se penche et embouche une nouvelle fois son gros gland. Je m'y mets et la tête en arrière lui mange les couilles alors qu'Ernesto s'occupe de sa rondelle. On fait si bien qu'il est tout prêt à juter quand Marc et Hervé prennent leur plaisir. On le relâche et il explose, envoyant son sperme sur le dos de son mec.

Petite récupération et après une rapide douche, plongeons dans la piscine pour se rafraichir une dernière fois avant le dodo.

Jardinier

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[iranondeaira]

" On devrait toujours faire les choses au moment où l’on a envie de les faire, sans tergiverser, sans vouloir être raisonnable, sans remettre à plus tard. Parce qu’on ne sait jamais s’il y aura un « plus tard », en réalité. Et il suffit d’un minuscule grain de sable pour que le « plus tard » se transforme en « trop tard », pour que l’espoir se métamorphose en regrets.

La pire erreur que l’on puisse faire, dans la vie, c’est d’être raisonnable. De temporiser,

de douter, d’attendre.

Au lieu de se contenter de vivre".

Amélie Antoine

[noosphe-re]

Etymology of 'universe'

1580s, "the whole world, cosmos, the totality of existing things," from Old French univers (12c.), from Latin universum "all things, everybody, all people, the whole world," noun use of neuter of adjective universus "all together, all in one, whole, entire, relating to all," literally "turned into one," from unus "one" (from PIE root *oi-no- "one, unique") + versus, past participle of vertere "to turn, turn back, be turned; convert, transform, translate; be changed" (from PIE root *wer- (2) "to turn, bend"). also from 1580s

*oi-no- Proto-Indo-European root meaning "one, unique." It forms all or part of: a (1) indefinite article; alone; an; Angus; anon; atone; any; eleven; inch (n.1) "linear measure, one-twelfth of a foot;" lone; lonely; non-; none; null; once; one; ounce (n.1) unit of weight; quincunx; triune; unanimous; unary; une; uni-; Uniate; unilateral; uncial; unicorn; union; unique; unison; unite; unity; universal; universe; university; zollverein. It is the hypothetical source of/evidence for its existence is provided by: Greek oinos "ace (on dice);" Latin unus "one;" Old Persian aivam; Old Church Slavonic -inu, ino-; Lithuanian vienas; Old Irish oin; Breton un "one;" Old English an, German ein, Gothic ains "one."

*wer- (2) Proto-Indo-European root forming words meaning "to turn, bend." It forms all or part of: adverse; anniversary; avert; awry; controversy; converge; converse (adj.) "exact opposite;" convert; diverge; divert; evert; extroversion; extrovert; gaiter; introrse; introvert; invert; inward; malversation; obverse; peevish; pervert; prose; raphe; reverberate; revert; rhabdomancy; rhapsody; rhombus; ribald; sinistrorse; stalwart; subvert; tergiversate; transverse; universe; verbena; verge (v.1) "tend, incline;" vermeil; vermicelli; vermicular; vermiform; vermin; versatile; verse (n.) "poetry;" version; verst; versus; vertebra; vertex; vertigo; vervain; vortex; -ward; warp; weird; worm; worry; worth (adj.) "significant, valuable, of value;" worth (v.) "to come to be;" wrangle; wrap; wrath; wreath; wrench; wrest; wrestle; wriggle; wring; wrinkle; wrist; writhe; wrong; wroth; wry. It is the hypothetical source of/evidence for its existence is provided by: Sanskrit vartate "turns round, rolls;" Avestan varet- "to turn;" Hittite hurki- "wheel;" Greek rhatane "stirrer, ladle;" Latin vertere (frequentative versare) "to turn, turn back, be turned; convert, transform, translate; be changed," versus "turned toward or against;" Old Church Slavonic vrŭteti "to turn, roll," Russian vreteno "spindle, distaff;" Lithuanian verčiu, versti "to turn;" German werden, Old English weorðan "to become;" Old English -weard "toward," originally "turned toward," weorthan "to befall," wyrd "fate, destiny," literally "what befalls one;" Welsh gwerthyd "spindle, distaff;" Old Irish frith "against."

—Etymonline.com

[spontaneousglitterbees]

I waited for you... and you never showed up.

[TAPP AU Masterpost]

After all, what fun is a game you're forced to play?

There was always at least one kid leaning way too far back at their desk in high school, did you guys have that too?

Had this nightmare sequence stuck in my head for Quite Some Time Now, and I'm so glad to finally show you! I did have 'Snowy' on the Undertale soundtrack looping, because I love that ambiance that you get in like, the garden section of a hardware store after midnight; where you logically know this sprawling place has to be finite but you can't see its limits. The overhead lights were placed there by someone, whether they're long gone or, maybe, they can see you right now. Everything is unnaturally bright in this approximation of a familiar scene, it's too manicured, too clean, are the same few trees repeating? There's snow, but no clouds. Rustling leaves without wind. There's no outright threat but your skin crawls nonetheless with sheer anticipation.

Eerie.

There's also a few little things sprinkled in, like the press having a masking-tape label like a boxed specimen, or Miu as a pinned and labelled butterfly in the frame under it. "K. Ouma tergiversator" and "M. Iruma sterterous " sound kind of like scientific names, I guess. I was going to make a bunch of green butterflies, but kind of changed what they meant in my mind (it's up for interpretation) partway-through. I think I like it better this way.

That fuzzy text isn't vital it's a little back-and0forth between Shuichi and Kaito respectively: "Should we call someone?" and "Give him a minute, man, this isn't even the first time."

Also, the String of Fate is pink, not red, because their blood is pink. In the simulation, at least. Let's not find out if it still applies!

So this doesn't answer your question in its totality, but maybe there's a little more insight into that first half? "It's Complicated", but most of it on one-side. So much happened during TAPP that I'm not positive Shuichi actually remembers saying all that to Kokichi, and Kichi has not stopped thinking about it ever since. He wants to trust Shuichi, really, but... doesn't. Man will pursue the truth no matter who it hurts, and even if he won Kokichi doesn't quite forgive him for solving his 'unsolvable' murder. He gave up everything to orchestrate it, after all, the thought that he and Kaito both died and the game continued....

So still on a surname basis, but wanting to nickname him a little more than standard anyway. Half-and-half, almost. Trustworthy with a question mark.

[smokefalls]

I am condemned to be a saint or a monster: unable to be the one, unwilling to be the other: hence I tergiversate: I show my passion a little.

Roland Barthes, A Lover's Discourse: Fragments (translated by Richard Howard)

[hasbadana]

É tão simples. João diz: "DEUS é Amor". Ele não diz "o Amor é DEUS".

Nosso mundo, com sua visão corriqueira e egoísta do amor, tergiversou essas palavras e poluiu nossa compreensão do Amor.

O mundo pensa que Amor é o que nos faz sentir bem, e está disposto a sacrificar princípios morais e os direitos de outros a fim de obter o dito "amor".

Mas em realidade isso não é Amor, a não ser justamente o contrário ao amor; é egoísmo.

E DEUS não é essa classe de "amor".

O verdadeiro Amor é como DEUS: santo, justo e perfeito.

Se a gente conhecesse seriamente a DEUS, deveríamos amar como ELE nos ama.

"SENHOR, eu conheço TEU Amor. Ajuda-me a amar como TU me amas!"

Márcio Melânia

Se você é abençoado por esta mensagem, não guarde para você somente, leia, medite, ore e passe adiante.

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[vibratingskull]

Mermaid!Thrawn x F!reader chapter 7

Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6

You’re wiping the glasses and putting back the cups in their cupboard when a client enters the cafe with the song of small bells. Your colleague takes them in charge while you finish tidying up the bar. “Welcome!” you both greet.

There aren't a lot of clients at those hours usually, so you’ll have time to wipe the tables clean with a little chance. “I hope it won’t rain, I don’t like those clouds.” Your colleague mumbles. She’s a sweet 16 girl that is a bit lazy but she gets the job down, so you don’t tell, and in exchange she doesn’t tell on you when you leave before your shift ends. “Don’t count on it” you respond “It is supposed to rain the whole week.”, “Arf…Group incoming! I’ll let them to you, you’re quicker than me!”, “Oh the good excuse to dump them on me!” You nudge her and she giggles in response “I will take them if you promise to clean the coffee maker.”, “Deal!”

As the groups enter you refasten your apron and take out your notebook, clicking your pen “Hello, what can I get you… ?” your sentence dies in your throat when you realize who you have in front of you. 

The group that hunts Thrawn.

“We’re just here to take cover from the rain.” The leader responds. “I can’t let you in with those harpoons.” You politely object. “And if you want to stay you’ll need to order something.”, “We’re not staying long and we won’t manipulate the harpoons inside, I promise.” he argues. “I can’t let you stay with those weapons, just lay them outside.”, “They’ll get stolen!” He responds harshly

Good! You intend on it.

“This is the law sir, you can’t just enter a shop with blades.” you gently respond. He looks black at you before sighing “Alright…” He rises and seizes the harpoons to put them outside against the wall. “Can you fill up our bottles with hot coffee?” a girl approximately your age asks, handing you said bottles, “Of course.” You take the thermos and walk behind the bar to fill them up, innocently eave-dropping on the group.

“Do you still believe?” one of them asks, looking discouraged,”I am sure they’re here! Somewhere under the surface.” the young woman responds with assurance, “Well, if someone has some optimism left it’s alway you, Karyn!” The denominated Karin smiles and high fives her comrade. The leader comes back, drenched. “You should scream louder, not everyone hears you.” He chastises, and adds even lower, “this is a secret mission you dumbass, so callate !”

The group fell silent. You finish filling the bottles and bring them back. “It's 35$.” You annonce, “it's a robbery or something ?” the leader complains, “It's 35$ or the door.” you repeat, impassible. He groans but pays, without tipping, of course. 

You go back behind your bar but listen closely to what they say. “When do we try again ?”, “Not before the weather calms down. Our barks would sink.”, “He won't be happy.” Karyn notes, “Well he will have to wait! I won't die for that!” The leader hammers home “But we are advancing, we can cross several areas and some others deserve more of our attention. The open sea must be explored more.”, “In barks?” Karyn raises a mocking eyebrow, “I can procure us some motorized boats with sonar. I just have to ask him.” The leader explains, focused.

They take out a plan and start tergiversation over it. You're pricking up your ears when someone enters. “Welcome, what can I…”

Your voice dies again. Eli stands, drenched and trembling, not even taking off his hood. “My mother invites you for dinner.” He simply says, “Oh… That's super nice of her.” you finally manage to say after a second of silence. He looks tired and not pleased. “So you come or no?” He asks impatiently, “Yes ! I'll come with great pleasure. But do you want something to warm you up? A Coffee or-” but he already disappeared when you turned back to him.

Oh… 

He didn't forgive you, it seems.

Your heart sinks painfully, youreally did a mistake... “Who was that hottie ?” your colleague asks. “A friend… “, “Where can I get a friend like that?”, “When you're 18. Go clean the Coffee maker.” You order, refocusing on your tasks at hand. You turn to the group only to realize they're already gone.

Crap.

Well they won't attack until the weather calms down…  

When your shift ends you take your bike, and turn towards the sea. It is Black and agitated under grays, menacing clouds. Your hear thunder roars away and you pul your hood on your head, biking away from the ocean. 

Away from the shore, a blue head pierces the water to look at the Land. Thrawn observes silently the people hurrying to get cover away from the Rain. It always seemed strange to him who always knew the softness of water on his skin. He doesn't know anything else but water. 

A second head pierces the surface next to him. She looks at him severely, enjoining him to go back in water. 

He nods and follows her without a look back . 

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saga: Soumission & Domination 276

Espagne 4 les Plongeurs (2013)

Une des relations commerciales d'Ernesto l'appelle pour un plan très particulier. Il aurait besoin de 3 mecs recto verso pour " détendre " une équipe nationale de plongeon. Ernesto essaye d'en savoir plus, notamment la nationalité de l'équipe, pour qu'on puisse voir quels seraient nos clients, mais son contact refuse. Il nous dit juste que notre prix sera le leur. Il connait déjà le sérieux de notre société et compte sur notre discrétion.

Quand Ernesto nous en parle je lui dis qu'il n'a pas besoin de tergiverser. C'est bien sur, oui et qu'en plus ce sont les " patrons " qui s'y colleront en l'occurrence, lui-même, PH et moi. Pas question de laisser passer l'aubaine. Quelque soit l'équipe en question, ils sont tous plus canons les uns que les autres.

Ernesto rappelle son contact. L'accord se conclu sur une nuit à Barcelone dans le penthouse du mec, après que nous lui ayons envoyé nos tofs à PH et moi. Coté financier, la filiale espagnole va enregistrer une rentrée exceptionnelle !

Marc et Henri sont morts de rire quand nous les mettons au courant. Ils nous disent que c'est du flan et que nous allons nous retrouver avec un groupe de vieux à sucer jusqu'au matin. Juan, lui, nous accompagnerait bien.

Le jour dit, nous rejoignons l'appart d'Ernesto pour nous préparer. Epilations et rasages, séance de muscu pour bien faire ressortir nos muscles puis, douches et huilages réciproques. Pas question de passer pour du second choix.

Le client nous ayant demandé d'être ponctuels, nous débarquons chez lui à 21h30. Le mec a 50ans passé et a de beaux restes (pas de ventre et peau encore tendue). Il nous rassure en disant qu'il ne fait que nous héberger. Il nous dit de nous mettre à l'aise. Ernesto lui rappel que c'est un contrat que nous honorons. Il comprend le sous entendu et lui apporte l'enveloppe. Il ne se vexe pas que ce dernier recompte la somme. Les bons comptes font les bons amis !

Devant lui nous nous déshabillons. C'est vite fait, les tennis quittent nos pieds nus et les shorts et marcels les rejoignent au sol. Il nous arrête et nous gardons nos maillots. Nous attendons nos clients autour d'un verre de Coca. Il apprécie le fait que nous ayons refusé l'alcool qu'il nous proposait. Je lui dis qu'il a affaire à des professionnels. Il nous répond que c'est pour cela qu'il avait appelé notre société.

A 22h30 coup de sonnette, et cachés derrière un mec large d'épaule nous arrive trois beaux plongeurs en survêtements. J'en reconnais deux qui étaient parmi les plus canons du plateau de compétiteurs, le troisième n'a rien à leur envier.

Sans parler, le balaise les pousse jusqu'à la chambre et de retour nous dit d'aller les rejoindre. Quand nous arrivons, ils sont en train de quitter leurs survets. Ernesto leur dit d'arrêter et de faire leur premier choix. Cela fait nous nous chargeons de les mettre à poil. Ils sont bien musclés, épilés et bronzé sauf ce qui était protégé par leurs petits maillots. Leurs bites sont dans la normales, la " mienne " est circoncise avec un gland plutôt rond, les deux autres sont entières. Alors que nous n'avons pas encore été plus loin, ils bandent ferme ! À notre tour nous quittons nos maillots et Ernesto attire tous les regards avec ses 24cm !

D'un doigt sur la joue de mon plongeur, je tourne son visage vers moi et lui roule un patin où je mets toute ma science. J'ai le plaisir de voir que cela me détourne des autres. Il prend ma tête entre ses mains pour m'empêcher de me décoller de lui. Je le laisse mener. Il m'a l'air bien affamé et me mange la langue un bon moment. Quand il se décolle enfin je lui en fais la remarque en anglais. Il me dit qu'ils ont terminé la compétition et qu'ils n'avaient pas baisé depuis le début du championnat. Il me reprend la bouche tout en se collant à moi. Nos bites se touchent, se pressent l'une contre l'autre et mon gland pressé entre nos plaquettes d'abdos m'envoi plein de signaux sympas.

Mes mains descendent sur son dos et se posent sur ses fesses. Elles les contiennent sans mal vu leur taille modeste. Le mec est très étroit de bassin et son cul est petit et rond. Il ne réagit pas négativement quand j'écarte ses fesses et que je glisse mes doigts jusqu'à sa rondelle. J'ai même droit à un soupir de bien aise quand je passe mon index dessus. Je crois bien que c'est moi qui serai actif le premier. Je me dégage de ses mains et glisse doucement sur les genoux. Au passage je fais un arrêt tétons. Après les avoir suçotés et faits durcir, je sens que je peux y aller avec les dents. Ses gémissements me prouvent que j'avais raison et ils gonflent encore plus alors que je les mordille. Je descends plus bas et bute sur son gland plus tôt que je ne pensais. En fait s'il n'est pas très épais, il est relativement long et son gland remonte au dessus de son nombril, environ 21 bons cm. Je l'avale en entier. Il est surpris, c'est limite qu'il m'aurait direct juté si je n'avais fortement enserré ses couilles et la base de son pénis, façon cockring avec mes doigts.

Il se calme et lentement je le pipe en gorge profonde. Il me dit que c'est la première fois qu'un mec lui fait ça. Entre deux plongeons sur son intimité, je lui demande alors si une meuf le lui avait fait. Il me dit que de ce coté là il était vierge. Un vrai Pd, ça change de tous ceux qui se disent bi ! Du coup j'y mets encore plus de coeur. Quand il me dit d'arrêter sinon il allait vraiment juter, je le retourne et attaque sa rondelle. Ses deux petites fesses blanches cachaient un anneau rose vif, encore très rond et bien plissé. J'y pose ma langue et le sens frémir. Quand je lui fais la remarque que sa rondelle n'a pas l'air d'avoir beaucoup servie, il me dit entre deux halètement que seulement 3 fois jusqu'à ce soir. Avant de replonger le nez entre ses fesses, je l'assure que s'il aime ça, il va minimum doubler ce chiffre avant demain matin.

J'ai plaisir à le préparer. Je fais appel aux souvenirs des pratiques de Trader sur ma propre rondelle pour sortir le grand jeu. Il aime suffisamment ça pour me demander de l'enculer. Je le mets en levrette, me kpote, graisse ma bite et sa rondelle (pas de poppers, c'est dans le contrat (ils sont susceptible d'être contrôlés à tout moment).

Je pose mon gland sur son petit trou et lui dis de reculer à son rythme pour qu'il me fasse entrer. Il essaye mais se crispe un peu trop. Je reprends les choses en main. Je pose mes mains à sa taille et le tire un coup sec vers moi. Mon gland entre en force. Ça lui arrache un petit cri, vite réprimé. Je lui dis que maintenant il peut reculer à son rythme. Il y va doucement mais à chaque va et vient s'enfonce un bon cm de plus de ma bite dans son trou. Il est étonné quand son dernier coup de rein fait rentrer en contact ses fesses et mon bassin. Je me penche alors sur son dos et lui tourne la tête pour lui rouler une pelle. Nous nous mangeons nos langues jusqu'à ce que je sente sa rondelle se détendre un peu. Je commence alors un limage de compétition, destiné à lui faire comprendre que c'est trop bon pour ne pas recommencer plus tard. Tout en lui labourant le cul, je pense à l'effet que lui fera la bite d'Ernesto.

Je vérifie qu'il bande toujours. Dans ma main je sens la peau de son gourdin tendu sous l'afflux de sang. Il me dit de ne pas le branler, trop proche de l'explosion finale.

Nous changeons plusieurs fois de position. De face, ses chevilles sur mes épaules, il me tire vers lui pour qu'on se refasse une bataille de langues. Je m'enfonce tout au fond de lui et pousse sa tête vers mon téton libre. Il comprend et me tète le pec. Ça m'excite au plus haut point et je ne tarde pas à remplir ma kpote à grands coups de rein qui défoncent à chaque passage sa prostate. J'ai le plaisir de sentir couler entre nos abdos ses jets de sperme. Bloqué tout au fond de lui, je lui roule un patin alors qu'il continu à se vider. J'ai beau savoir que le sperme ne se stocke pas pendant des semaines, c'est pourtant l'impression qu'il me donne. Quelques minutes pour reprendre nos esprits et nous regardons autour de nous. Ernesto se fait enculer par son plongeur (le plus grand des trois). Il a l'air de bien apprécier tout comme PH qui est dans la même situation. Nous les regardons se finir. Les deux sportifs explosent dans leurs kpotes alors que mes " collègues " se retiennent.

Fin du premier round. Passage dans la salle de bain pour tout les 6 puis nous déboulons dans le salon où le balaize discutait avec l'organisateur. Il a l'air un peu gêné de nous voir tous à poils et fait la remarque à ses ouailles qu'ils auraient pu mettre un slip. Je rattrape le miens qui se tournait pour rentrer dans la chambre et, avant qu'un des trois ne réponde, je lui dis que ce n'était pas la peine puisque nous avions loin d'avoir fini. Nous venions juste nous désaltérer et grignoter un peu avant de remettre ça. J'ai le plaisir de voir le mec rougir. L'organisateur lui dis de se calmer que les rideaux sont tirés et que de plus l'appartement n'a pas de vis-à-vis, qu'il n'y a pas de risque de paparazzi. Il est déjà 2h du matin !

Nous retournons dans la chambre chargés d'un plateau recouvert de canettes et de bouffe. Nous discutons un peu et ils se lâchent. Ils sont coaché un maximum et n'ont pas beaucoup de liberté. C'est parce qu'ils avaient eu de très bons résultats qu'on leur avait accordé cette soirée. Je prends le plongeur d'Ernesto pour recommencer la baise. C'est le mieux membré et j'ai préférer ses coups de rein à celui de PH. PH s'occupe du mien et Ernesto s'occupe d'élargir le trou de celui de PH. Il vaut mieux que mon " presque vierge " passe par la sodo de PH avant de se prendre les 24 x 6 d'Ernesto ! Et puis l'apothéose c'est toujours en final.

Nos corps font connaissance. Il est aussi grand que moi et notre 69 est confortable. Quand j'enfonce son gland de l'autre coté de ma luette, il en fait de même avec le mien. Il me semble plus expérimenté que mon premier. Il est plus " mâle " dans son comportement mais il ne pourra m'empêcher de l'enculer quand même ! Coté poils, il est complètement rasé, c'est pas moche. Le premier ma langue dépasse ses couilles et va titiller sa rondelle. Il me rend la pareille et nous nous bouffons un bon moment nos rondelles. J'applique les mêmes principes que pour son pote et ça l'air d'y faire puisque, fréquemment, sa langue quitte mon cul pour soupirer de plaisir. Sous ma langue je le sens se détendre et j'arrive à la faire entrer sur le premier cm. De mon coté je le laisse pénétrer le plus loin qu'il puisse, environ 2cm d'après les sensations qui m'arrivent de ce coté là.

Je pivote, équipe ma bite de son costume en plastique et le tourne sur le dos tout en relevant ses jambes. Il m'aide en posant ses mains sous ses genoux et les tirants vers lui, relève son cul à la bonne hauteur. Je m'empresse de le pénétrer. Ma queue glisse sans grande résistance jusqu'à l'os. Je me penche alors et passant mon corps entre ses cuisses, pose mes lèvres sur les siennes. C'est notre premier baiser. Plus brute que son pote, il m'aspire/tète ma langue. Ma tête fixée à la sienne, je commence à faire bouger mon bassin. Lentement d'abord, j'accélère pour bien le chauffer. Je le baise ainsi un moment avant qu'il ne me demande de me coucher sur le dos. Je me dis que ça va être mon tour mais non, il s'assoit sur ma bite, dirigeant le rythme. Ses mains en appuis sur mes pecs, il joue des cuisses pour s'enfoncer plus ou moins vite et plus ou moins profondément mes 20cm. Sa belle bite bande sans discontinuer depuis que nous avons commencé à jouer. Il se relève complètement et me demande de me placer à genoux. Je m'exécute et cambre bien mes reins. J'entends un " bitch " qui me flatte. Aussitôt après son gland perfore mon intimité. Je le laisse pénétrer jusqu'aux couilles et là, serre mon sphincter. Alors qu'il s'apprêtait à ressortir, il se trouve bloqué. Il est impressionné et me demande comment je fais ça, que ça pourrait lui servir des fois. Je ne le questionne pas sur ce qu'il entend par là et en deux trois phrases, lui explique mes exercices de contractions anales. En attendant je l'ai " libéré " et il me lime sur la longueur totale de sa queue. J'aime effectivement sa façon d'enculer. Il sait faire profiter de son gland débordant et joue souvent sur les 10/15 premiers cm de pénétration, se retirant sèchement dès qu'il sent que ce dernier vient de dépasser ma prostate.  C'est très efficace et plusieurs fois je me serre les couilles pour ne pas partir trop vite. J'explose quand il me prend la main m'empêchant de réfréner mon éjaculation. Tout en jutant, je n'oublie pas de serrer mon anneau et j'ai le plaisir de le sentir venir aussitôt. Il remplit sa kpote alors que je n'ai pas fini de juter.

Quand nous regardons autour de nous, il ne reste que PH en train de labourer le cul de mon petit plongeur avec les conseils d'Ernesto. Je note qu'Ernesto bande encore alors que je suis sur les genoux tout comme les deux autres plongeurs. Ces derniers demandent à Ernesto d'enculer leur copain. Ils ajoutent qu'il est grand temps qu'il se fasse défoncer par du XXL. PH, bien qu'il n'ait pas encore fini cède sa place et se place devant pour se faire sucer. Sa bite bâillonne le petit mec et c'est aussi bien car quand Ernesto le pénètre, il ne peut retenir un râle puissant.

Ernesto fait attention. Il sait bien que sa queue peut être parfois délicate à recevoir. Les deux autres plongeurs encouragent leur copain et lui expliquent de bien se détendre. Ernesto ajoute du gel et il réussit enfin à s'enfoncer jusqu'au bout. PH, déjà bien excité par son passage de l'autre coté, s'achève sur la tête de l'enculé. Nous voyons ses jets de sperme s'enfoncer dans les cheveux courts du plongeur. Une fois ses couilles taries, il nous rejoint au spectacle.

Ernesto dispose maintenant seul du corps de l'athlète. Il nous gratifie d'un véritable spectacle érotique. Il joue du jeune plongeur comme un véritable musicien. Utilisant son corps comme d'un violon, sa bite lui sert archet. Sous ses coups appuyés, le sportif se tord, ondule et en réclame toujours plus. Ses collègues nous disent qu'en une soirée, il aura rattrapé son retard d'expérience. Ils nous disent qu'il n'aura plus aucune difficulté à être régulièrement sélectionné dans l'équipe nationale. Quand nous essayons d'en savoir plus, ils nous demandent d'oublier leur dernière remarque.

De voir ces deux corps prendre du plaisir, nous excite et nous bandons tous à nouveau. Echanges de main, pas question de perdre de vue nos deux baiseurs !

Ils finissent quand même par exploser tous les deux. Le plongeur sous les coups de bite répétés d'Ernesto éjacule sans avoir eu besoin de se branler. Notre ami rempli sa kpote avec de grands coups de rein qui propulsent à chaque fois le ptit mec d'un bon mètre avant qu'il ne le ramène vers lui par les hanches. Nous les rejoignons et, debout, nous jutons les uns après les autres sur leurs corps encore emmêlés. Douches pour tous. Dernières caresses sur leurs peaux douces et imberbes puis nous nous rhabillons. Dans le salon, l'organisateur et le coach nous attendaient. Il demande à ses sportifs s'ils sont contents. Nous avons le plaisir de les entendre dire qu'ils avaient passé une superbe nuit et avant de partir, ils reviennent vers nous pour nous rouler à chacun une pelle.

Nous quittons notre hôte, ravis de la superbe nuit que nous avons passés chez lui.

Jardinier

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THE ENHYPEN HOST || 8

|| Reverse harem || ft. TXT, Mingyu (Seventeen) & BTS

TRAILER:

WARNINGS: foul language, explicit content, group sex, humiliation, sex in public, threesome, foursoome, rough sex, red flags, immoral acts, unprotected sex, morbid jealousy, comedy, parody, possessiveness, violent quarrels, arguments, betrayals, lies, femdom sometimes. GENRE: +18, reverse harem, comedy, enemy to lovers, friends to lovers SUMMARY: You moved to Seoul to start over after a bad experience, and everything seems to be going well, you even manage to work for HYBE. You discover, however, that you owe them almost a billion won, money you don't have and don't know how to recover: but don't worry because Hybe itself offers you a solution. Your body in exchange for paying off your debt. Do you accept?

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FIRST CHAPTER:

Although it doesn't seem possible, I feel as if Heeseung is offended because of me, frankly I am afraid that this will bring out his hidden side, but I am still quite certain of my decision.

Of course, if someone had told me that I would reject any of the boys, even Heeseung, I would never have believed it. With him I feel strange, it's as if there is more than just an irresistible physical attraction, and it scares me.

I'm too emotionally involved, being so much a fan of his. I have to defend myself.

"I'm a little rusty, I need two or three warm-up games." He anticipates, as we get back into the car.

I nod wearily. "All right, we can do that. I'll start placing the order?"

"All right - he replies, handing me the phone, more politely this time, - you know how to use it." Then he starts the motor.

I use South Korea's most popular home delivery app, it should be fine. I have the list prepared by Jay as I mark item after item.

"We could have ordered takeout from the beginning, why are we here?"

"Jay said to get you a driver - he explains, as if it's obvious, I didn't understand anything - I think he wants to keep you busy so you don't stay home too much. Especially today that Sunghoon and I had no plans."

I smile spontaneously, Jay really thinks of everything , huh? He also tought about a driver, why can't I stop smiling again? I miss him a little, I can't wait for him to come home.

On the way we talk nothing but grocery shopping, I ask his opinion on the brands available, him being a connoisseur apparently, and it all goes on rather naturally.

When we get back to the penthouse, Sunghoon is right in the living room at the entrance with his arms folded. I avoid looking at him and proceed to Jay's room to make myself comfortable, Heeseung stays to watch the roommate.

Before going inside, I honestly eavesdrop.

"Where have you been? There's no groceries either."

"We ordered it, it's more convenient." Responds Heeseung relaxed that he is still removing his shoes at the entrance.

"You've been out for a while."

"We took the pc.... actually, by the way-" Heeseung suddenly seems to remember.

Sunghoon approaches curiously. "What?"

No, Heeseung. You cannot betray me so soon. I need to know if he will, so I hide behind the corridor wall, moving closer to listen better.

"Aish, no, nothing."

"Yah! - Complains the younger one. - Tell me!"

"It's nothing, really."

Is he really not telling him? Is he really tergiversing? Or is he also afraid of what Sunghoon might do if he finds out, being such a devilish fellow?

"Why won't you tell me?"

"It's just that it doesn't matter, and besides, you don't really care, do you?" Lee Heeseung doesn't seem to be fooled by Sunghoon's smirk.

"You're right, I don't care. - He scans the words with annoyance, the shorter by a few inches, Sunghoon.... - Where does she live?"

"In Hongdae."

"Understood."

"I'm going to change - he says, starting for his room, then stops, - do you want to play LoL?"

He doesn't answer right away, then clears his throat. "Okay?"

"Are you asking me? - Heeseung asks confused. - But instead... you're not doing anything today? Aren't you seeing Wonnie?"

"She has a photo shoot. Anyway, I don't like this temperature, I'm not used to the heat yet."

In fact, when we returned, I felt a nice coolness. The air conditioners are on and the air smells clean, but it feels strange to imagine Sunghoon feeling threatened by such a thing as heat, or maybe it is not so strange, after all, he is still the ice prince.

"Okay, then take the PC."

I go back to Jay's room completely dazed. I'm pretty sure they didn't see me, and it seems that Heeseung doesn't really want to flaunt my shame to the winds.

I continue to brood as I make myself comfortable in this morning's clothes. When I leave, carrying my things, I notice that the two have already settled on the floor around the low table. Heeseung has beer, Sunghoon something like a korean sweet bread, they have them nearby, but there are other things as well. Will Heeseung have done this? I guess so, that makes me smile.

"What will the matches be like, since we're in team with you?" Sunghoon asks, sighing and sitting at an appropriate distance.

I stand in the middle between the two, legs crossed, then, let my hair down. For a second, I'm sure I have both of their eyes on me, but I'm not brave enough to lift my gaze and ascertain if that's really.

"I guess it will be a little... hard?" I say, Heeseung understands, Sunghoon continues to look at me confused.

"You say they put us with other psychopaths like you?"

"Have you had lunch?" The younger man then asks, completely out of context.

We look at each other awkwardly and somewhat complicitly, Heeseung and I, then he answers for both of us. "I did, she didn't really."

"That's not true, I had lunch too." I reply in a joking tone.

"That's not lunch! You have to stop that."

"Are you the couple now?" Sighs Sunghoon boredly, who goes back to looking disgustedly at his computer screen.

"Have you had lunch, you?" I ask him - but why do I do that?

He didn't expect it either judging by the way he looks at me, surprised. He even fails to answer at the moment, then snorts annoyed.

"I wasn't hungry."

"It's not that you were waiting us?" Heeseung asks amused.

"You were grocery shopping, didn't you say..." He almost blurts out, then lets the words die in an astonished grin.

"Shall I make you something?"

"Actually you could." He replies immediately.

But what am I doing? Why am I being nice to him?

"Wait, no! Order something!" Heeseung tackles him.

"Ah - he exclaims annoyed - we'll think about it later. Start we playing or not?"

Basically, he is not ruling out the possibility of having me cook exclusively for him, no, mr. kindness is concerned not to spoil the mood of the moment.

Certainly selfless, but yet - why does he seem sad? No, he's not sad, he's just bitter about giving us importance? In fact, I don't understand.

I nod, confused.

We exchange nicknames and in no time we manage to create a team, although I can't stop laughing after seeing that Sunghoon's account doesn't even have the lowest rank.

"We can't play with him, sure puts us with the strong ones." I explain, after a few seconds.

"Actually.... however, by not doing ranked, we could still play in the end." Heeseung says.

Sunghoon looks at us as if we were speaking in arabic, then mumbles annoyed. "I got the computer by now, I'll play anyway."

We start the queque of the first game. Meanwhile, Heeseung hands me his can, and I am tempted to accept, but then change my mind. I don't want to look like an alcoholic.

Oh no, he's already conditioning me.

"Don't let her drink until she eats." Reminds him, Sunghoon, who would perhaps like to appear thoughtful, the idiot? No, perhaps he is simply annoyed by my tantrums.

"I didn't want any anyway." I reply acidly.

"I'll put on the music! - He proposes Heeseung and it's such a good idea. - What shall I put on?"

"I need the light." I answer spontaneously.

"Can you say any song and pick an ost?"

However, the major doesn't answer right away, he just stares at me, he does it for a long time. "No, it's good."

"I'd like to hear it live someday." I admit, awkwardly.

Okay, we're in the game. The games always start slowly, we're all very focused, the music is soothing, and before long a lot of their colleagues, senior BTS and Seventeen, also NCT, fellow TXT and Stray Kids, start from the speakers, but there's also a touch of personality in the random frequency of these songs. They are almost never leadtracks.

I know what I said, but deep down I also know that someone like Heeseung has to have good taste. I know that his concept of music is different from that of ordinary mortals.

"You've died twice already." Heeseung breaks the silence.

"He keeps attacking me even under tower, he has a move that literally teleport him." He argues his position animatedly, an offended Sunghoon.

"Don't expose yourself, just try to take away a little life at a time. When it's low enough life, half life is fine, call me I'll catch up."

Seunghoon seems to get distracted for a second but then becomes lucid again. "Okay, good."

He's entering competitive mode, I know because as i'm killing lane's beasts, I move the camera to his character. He sucks to play, bought all the wrong items, but at least he has reflexes, so he executes my directions well.

"I'm coming, let him damage you and then run under the tower so he can follow you." I tell him, he quickly transposes.

"Okay."

I manage to trap enemy under tower so that he doesn't kill Sunghoon and also that I can kill him, simply being a little stronger than the latter but not at my level.

"Kill steal!" He can say that, in english, english good as his game but still nglish.

"Are you kidding?" Heeseung bursts out laughing.

"Yes..." He admits, comically annoyed.

I feel like smiling but restrain myself, continuing to play in silence.

"Ah! Help below! - Heeseung asks, pointing to himself on the map. I quickly catch up with him, he is up against two enemies, i attack them from behind, he thus manages to gain the upper hand. - Yes assholes, they thought they would stop my killing spree." He says, and kills them both.

I sigh, I could have done it myself but I don't know why I decided to let him do it. Anyway, I couldn't have done it with Sunghoon because he would have died there for sure, not for anything else.

"You left me the kills?" He asks surprised.

"No." I answer.

He smiles out of the blue and I can't control my expression because I end up doing the same. "Liar."

"You are liar." I say, for some reason.

Sunghoon wearily rolls his eyes with an expression bordering on disgust. "Are you finished? Ew."

"You think about not dying." Heeseung reminds him.

He doesn't heed the advice and his death combo seems to start again, so I lurk in his area. Being the one that goes in support of the team, I can do that, plus being the lowest he is being targeted by virtually all opponents.

"Stay under tower." I remind him.

"I don't need your help."

"If you keep dying you make them stronger. It's a problem for everyone."

He snorts with superiority, though I don't understand which one. "Come only if I'm dying."

It becomes a matter of pride as usual, all right. I won't help him, and I won't intervene unless he's dying. Exactly twelve seconds pass before he is almost completely lifeless.

"You suck so bad." Heeseung, who is watching him, takes the words out of my mind.

"Shut up! - Speak in the plural, he's nervous. - Weren't you supposed to help me?"

"I don't know, I'm waiting for you to ask me for help. I'll stay here."

"Don't be a sh--" He interrupts himself, grunting annoyed.

I am better than him, i have no need for revenge, i have no enemies. Three of them come at him, but they are all so low that I manage to leave them with one notch of life, then walk away.

"Are you leaving them the triple?"

"I don't care." I reply, imagining I look the coolest in the world.

Sunghoon, confused manages to kill one, then lifts his gaze to me, I spontaneously return his gaze.

"Are you crazy?" He tells me, evidently stunned.

"Omo, you're the worst!" Heeseung shouts, so surprised that he has to get up.

Sunghoon is killed, he other two following me, and I don't know why but I am dazed, the two of them blocking me and charging at me with both ultimates slaughtering me. First death of the game.

"What..." I ask myself under my breath, in italian, staring at the pc screen.

"W-Why?!" Heeseung raises his voice.

Sunghoon closes the laptop, stands up, then looks at me ruefully. "It's all your fault."

I turn distraught, looking at him. "What?"

I would have expected the elder to ask the other to get back on the PC, but in the end he doesn't, he just stands by and watches the skit perplexed.

"Let's stop playing the game! This game sucks!" He seems to make it up on the spot, completely upset, but by what?

Heeseung is even more confused. "But if we've even been playing for fifteen minutes!"

"What do you want to play?"

"To Go."

We both turn to him. "What?"

"Let's play Go, so we can see who's better at it." He mumbles very offended a suddenly tender Sunghoon.

Tender? No, let alone.

Heeseung remains silent for a while checking on his phone as I keep telling Sunghoon that it's not fair at all since only he knows how to play it, and he retorts that it's not his problem if we can't play it.

"They're passing...the boys." He says, under his breath.

Although our voices seem to cover him in the moment, we both hear perfectly. "The boys who?" Sunghoon asks.

"TXT." Sighs Heeseung.

"And why?"

"Niki invited them."

"Aish, that brat-" he starts to curse, but then seems to remember my presence and prefers to keep quiet.

"What a nuisance - mutters Heeseung - how do we deal with her?"

"She locks herself in room." Sunghoon replies without having thought about it for a single second.

"What? No, I want to be there too!"

"No way." Sunghoon tells me, Heeseung seems about to retort but finally doesn't.

"Why? I won't do anything weird!" I try to remain meek, trying to convince him.

"How do we explain that you are here? What are you supposed to be doing here?"

"Cleaning lady?" I propose, falsely naive.

"It's not like they stay all day."

The major puts a hand under his chin, thoughtful. "What if I invite your friend?"

I glare at him, but I don't understand why. "Ester?"

"Are you dumb?" Sunghoon immediately scolds him.

"She has already met me, you said we can be safe, we can say that you are of our foreign friends. They won't disdain the company of two beautiful girls."

Sunghoon opens his mouth but then says nothing, I nod fully convinced. "Dhe will love it!"

"I still don't want all their attention on her." Heeseung says, surprising me.

Sunghoon looks away annoyed. "Did you see on the group? Who's coming home?"

"Just Riki and Jay, for now."

"Alright, then get yourself sorted out." Sunghoon breathes heavily, resting his elegant fists on his narrow hips.

"I'm going!" I say all too happily.

Honestly, I don't even care who the ones to come among TXT are, I'll still be happy and Ester will be too, we listen them a lot. However, why do I feel jealous? It's unfair, unfair, I know it well... yet it's also all so exciting and hectic that I become more impulsive. No, I'm happy that Ester is coming, and I'm happy that ... she's meeting Jay, finally.

To be honest, it's the least I can do after all she has done for me.

I get my things from HIS room, staying to stare at Jay's folded clothes for a few seconds. It's strange because we seemed so close at first, but over the next few days we hardly spoke to each other.

I call Ester, hoping she answers despite being at work.

"What's going on? Are you okay?"

"Not really. You're invited to some kind of game afternoon with TXT.... Jay's there."

She shouts, despite being practically in the office, then I hear her clamp her mouth shut. "How much time do I have?"

"I have no idea. As soon as possible, 'll send you the address. Be sure not to say anything to anyone..."

"Are you kidding? - She can't contain her contentment. - I have to make myself look good. I'm coming, bye."

I have no idea how but I know it won't be a problem for her to leave work, considering that her superior clearly has a soft spot for her.

Luckily I listened to Heeseung, coming home to get clothes was providential, now I can indulge. I go to the bathroom, things in my arms, the hallway seemed deserted but Sunghoon appeared, seeming to be looking for me judging by the way he approaches before I can enter the bathroom.

"What is this friend of yours like?"

"She's prettier than me, if that's what you want to know." I answer distractedly.

"Heeseung said she knows him, how is that possible?"

I remain silent for several seconds, then sigh. "We went up to the apartment."

"Are you kidding?" He asks me seriously, but he sounds furious.

"I told him to stay in the car."

"If anything happens because of you... - he says under his breath, though the tone creeps - I don't even want to think about it."

So he says, pulling away.

All right, he won't wipe my smile off this time, are we kidding me? Finally I can present myself as a normal person to people I admire, finally I can lie, pretend to believe other people's lies, finally I can be on the same level. 

No contract.

In the shower, however, it occurs to me that I was able to behave somewhat normally today, and in fact it's not like I felt the weight of the contract, along with Heeseung.

I think back to the fact that he even lied, keeping our secret.

But why am I smiling? Let's stop it, honestly, if with others I can even fantasize, with Heeseung I shouldn't even do that, simply because his appreciation creates too big a gap between an ordinary person and a celebrity.

Let's not think about it, I dry my hair properly, I don't have many products make up but I make sure to use each one to the best of my ability. Putting on the music and starting the preparation process, almost two hours pass and it is already four o'clock. I am a little surprised that no one has arrived yet.

Heeseung is leaving his room when I come out of the bathroom, just as Sunghoon is, on the opposite side. For a brief second we all look at each other but I'm the first to look down.

"I was right..." Heeseung says.

I am confused. "What?"

"Purple looks good on you."

He says and his words seem to imprint themselves on my skin. I should tattoo it, honestly.

I'm wearing a tight, short little dress with slits on both sides, very loose but with a ring showing the skin holding it all together. I've loosened my hair, let it fall down one shoulder, these are uncovered, and a tight, black chocker clasps my neck.

"Change." Sunghoon orders.

Heeseung looks at him surprised but says nothing.

"They will think she is a prostitute."

I walk toward him, I really hit him in the face this time; he's really tired me. "Ya! You have-"

The boy stops me by the wrist and I look completely powerless in comparison to him. "I said, get changed."

"No!" I glare at him.

"Aren't our attentions enough? Do you want theirs too?" He asks and for several seconds looks at my lips.

I shiver, backing away. What was that?

"He's right, you should change." Heeseung nods, betraying me.

"No, why?"

He stepped closer to me, forcing me to turn toward him rather than the roommate. "The situation could get weird ... with two girls ... and all these guys."

"You're not even able to avoid these things? What are you, animals?" I reply, as brave as I am opportunistic.

"What are you talking about? - Sunghoon complains, grabbing me by the arm and forcing me to look at him, starts turning my head with these two, I swear. - It's not that, it's that you're too exposed."

"I'm not changing!" I raise my voice.

Have they both gone crazy? What do they want from me? I dress as I please, and then it was Heeseung himself who told me to get this stuff! It's true that it's not random-that I chose purple garments, but it doesn't change that I can decide to wear them whenever I want!

"I'm hungry. - Says Sunghoon, serious. - Cook for me."

"Order yourself some food." I reply disinterestedly.

They ring the doorbell and we all turn sharply. Heeseung seems to voluntarily precede me, starting to run toward the entrance, Sunghoon does the same, and though I don't understand why, I join in as well.

It should be Ester, the directions were crystal clear, so I'm pretty sure it's her.

"Get changed." Heeseung says.

"I'm not changing." I repeat, adjusting my skirt.

They ring again. "You're making me nervous." Sunghoon continues.

"I'll get over it."

"Ya! Open up or not?" Jay yells behind the door.

I turn pale. Why? Shouldn't he have the keys? Anyway, I shouldn't be surprised, I had so much fun saying I wanted to wear it anyway...I'm certainly not afraid of Jay...or what he'll think... of what he will say... of how he'll look at me.

Sunghoon chuckles contentedly, Heeseung sighs and then opens.

"Have you read about the..." He starts to say as he enters, but then he lifts his gaze and stays staring at me.

I feel tiny little in front of him, and I don't know why but I kind of like it.

"Yeonjun and the others are coming." Heeseung continues.

"What are you wearing?" He asks, not at all in a kind tone.

"We invited a friend of hers, we'll say they're foreign girls we know-so it won't be strange."

"A friend of hers?" Jay asks surprised, turning to the major.

"Yes, I met her today. She said she's quiet."

Even at this moment, it's as if Heeseung is justifying himself to Jongseong, but he's not the elder. It's strange, right?

"Did you meet her today?"

"We went to Amanda's apartment." He explains, serenely.

But then why does it feel like my chest is crumbling when Jay looks at me? "Oh, really?"

Heeseung looks at me now, too. "She's a big fan of yours. She kept asking about you -- and then, there were so many posters of you." He says, believing himself funny.

Jay, however, is more awake, as I suspected. "Did you see her friend's room?"

The boy seems not to expect such a question, naively even, but he smiles. "More or less, give her a nice welcome."

"Are you going clubbing?" He asks, and that's enough to make my knees shake.

Why don't I react as I do with others? Why do I become so docile with him? It's just that I feel that seeing him really angry is something very frightening.

"Don't you like it?" I desperately try the path of seduction, but also of downplaying.

"I didn't say that - he replies, calmly - unbelievable, you act just like a little girl. You're even older than me."

"Come on, don't say that." Tries to make peace, Heeseung.

Jay sighs, starting for his room.

"Are you happy? - Sunghoon asks, satisfied. - You made him angry."

Heeseung still needs to change, since he has been playing the whole time, Sunghoon is comfortable too, but Niki seems to be coming back so time is tight. I wonder where Ester is with all the time that has passed.

The door clicks as I am sitting alone in the living room, wearing the same purple dress. Honestly I would have dressed like that anyway, my style is provocative, if I'm going to make a good impression it's obvious that I'm banking a lot on physical appearance, it's not such absurd reasoning.... But being a woman, things change.

I'm so tired of their pathetic beliefs.

"Noona." A voice as deep as the abyss calls to me.

I turn around confused. "Riki..."

"Did you prepare in advance?" He asks me, without posing any kind of problem with my attire.

Involuntarily I smile; there is still hope. "I just got ready."

"Let me see - he says, closing the door behind and holding out his hand, which I grasp in a manner that is nothing short of natural, lifting myself off the couch. - Wow, noona... you are so hot."

No Niki -- the way you bit your lip as you said that is hot. The tight white wifey showing off your broad shoulders is hot. But I'm not going to give in to the temptation to fantasize about you, you're just a well developed little boy.

"Do you like it? Everyone told me to change."

"Anyone would be jealous of that." He says spontaneously, smiling. He seems in a good mood.

"Should I do it?"

"Absolutely not, make them angry. Make them black with anger."

"Or red." I joke, at ease.

"That's okay too. - He says, walking away toward his room. - I read that a friend of yours is coming."

"Please welcome her properly, it's very important."

Actually, we never really had any real interactions, but I sensed from the start that Niki was different from the others. Like a white wolf in a pack of black wolves, but more like a puppy. He was always kind, but maybe he still didn't trust - or maybe something good happened to him and he's sunny.

There are still so many things I don't know about them.

After several minutes of doing nothing, I start to feel my eyes closing on their own, I rest my head just for a moment on the back of the couch, and I don't know precisely how much time passes, but it ends with someone continuing to tap me on the forehead.

I also hear the sound of the doorbell.

I jerk my eyes open, find Heeseung's face there, and yell out in a rush.

"Ah! What are you doing!"

"I think it's your friend, your phone was ringing." He says.

I look at my cell phone, two missed calls, then look toward the doorway. "I have to open!"

Even as I get up and go, I am literally overtaken in time by Jay who walks past me and opens the door. Ester is paralyzed, as well as simply ravishing. She has long red hair that slides down her slender, milky body, with a black dress that sharply breaks up her pallor.

"Wow." Jay exclaims.

I would do the same, if this didn't bother me. "Omo, don't... I dont't...-- Ester turns around, covering her face, has suddenly become shy, the actress! - I don't understand..."

"Am I so ugly that you won't even look at me?" Jay asks, although he knows perfectly well that it's not about that.

When Ester turns around with tear-filled eyes I see the boy stiffen in surprise, and I am even more jealous. "Omo... Jay.... Jongseong..."

"Please come in." He tells her, moving aside.

Ester enters and can't take her eyes off him but continues to stand at arm's length. Deep down, I can't help but be happy for her.... Indeed, it would even be possible for Jay to take an interest in her. After all, she is a normal girl, she ... she is also so beautiful.

"Do you... do you want to hug me? - He asks in a rather comical tone, spreading his arms wide. - I won't bite, really."

She rushes to hug him, resting her buxom breasts on Jay's bare chest, or rather, covered by a simple tank top that surely will not have cushioned the contact.

Seeing how she squeezes him, Jay evidently swallows agitated. Ester's breasts are so beautiful and soft, not that I have fantasized about touching them, of course....

"Are you jealous?" Heeseung whispers to me.

I shudder, gasp. "Not at all."

"How can two such beautiful girls look at him if I'm here?"

I'm tired of his insinuations, and I'm also nervous about my own business. "He definitely has it bigger."

"Yah! You haven't even seen it!"

"I'm sure of it." I reply, continuing to watch the two almost flirting.

Jay touches her shoulders, sometimes her hips, she doesn't pull away at all. Smart as usual my good Ester, I smile nervously, looking away. Heeseung follows my movement, learning again in front of my face.

"You know, it's annoying." He admits in a whisper.

"What?"

"You seem to like Jay and Sunghoon more than me."

"Sunghoon?" I ask altered, drawing the attention of the other two.

He, with the mouth wide open in amazement, looks me annoyed. "Ah, about Jay you don't deny it?" 

Huh? Why is he doing this to me? He's betraying me at the worst time, but how am I supposed to stop him from continuing to talk since Ester is also watching us? I don't even want to imagine Jay's expression, he will be angry for sure.

"No, you more." I say, thinking myself clever, I guess.

Heeseung twists his lips. "What, do I look stupid to you?"

"What are you idiots talking about?" Jay asks.

We look away simultaneously. "Nothing. - I answer, standing at attention. - Ester, shall I show you the house?"

"Don't let her into my room." Heeseung intimates menacingly.

"Not even in mine." Jay admits.

Ester obviously bursts out laughing after her favorite's words, and I try not to find it revolting as I grab her by the wrist. "Let's go."

When we are finally alone in the kitchen area, with Ester looking around quite fascinated by the modern kitchen but I think more by the fact that she is in the Enhypen dormitory, I hear her start to giggle.

"Are you a lucky bitch?"

"Not really." I answer quickly, without thinking.

"Who are you introducing me to now? Anyway, I think I fell in love with Jay instantly." She admits, although it was obvious she was trying to change the subject.

I smile nervously, opening the fridge and handing her a beer; I know she will appreciate it. "I know, he's really handsome."

"You also said he's... big...." She nods.

"Ester! - I call to her, remembering later that we are speaking in italian and they couldn't understand anyway, even on the off chance they were spying on us. - W-Well, you should try to win him over. You are far too beautiful."

"Omo, should I? - Asks, reaching for her beer, then I see his sly grin lengthen. - What's the matter, Amanda? Are you jealous of Jay?"

"No!"

"By the way, you're too cool. You're making me look bad, go change."

I smile amusedly, everything seems back to normal in a second. "Stop telling me that!"

"Who told you that?"

Everyone, I guess? Jay didn't exactly say it directly.

"No, n-" I try to say, but I freeze when Sunghoon also enters in the kitchen, not giving me a glance at all, concentrating on Ester.

"How do you do?" He asks curiously.

Ester looks like some kind of reptile who freezes as she drinks and almost doesn't drop the water on her face, lucky that I move the small bottle in time. "Ester?"

She immediately covers her mouth, looking at me, and why? "How is it so good?"

"Really? I didn't attention to that." I lie unashamedly.

The boy, who is watching us indisposed by speaking italian, gives me a threatening look and then approaches her. "I don't speak italian, but Italy is beautiful. There are a lot of pretty girls... - he says as if he were the friendliest person in the world. - Wow."

"WOW? - She screams, returning the emotional but still crazier and more natural Ester. - You are really beautiful in person." She admits, looking him straight in the eye.

I feel like laughing, so I pull away so as not to ruin the moment. I notice that Ester has taken his face with both hands, to bring him closer and observe him better, and through it all Sunghoon remaining with his hands crossed behind his back, indulging in his desires. Why am I staring at them so much? For a few seconds, Sunghoon also shifts his pupils to me, but what does it mean?

It doesn't mean anything at all.

"What are they feeding you? You are all so big and strong." She keeps feeling him, touching his bare arms or chest.

Since I've lived here, I almost couldn't get close to him, it's only natural that I feel envious of Ester, after all, she's the main character tonight and I just have to accept it. The thing I should accept most of all right now is to be a despicable person, envious of such a great friend like her, who deserves all this.

"Have you been friends for long?" Sunghoon reconnects with me, as I sense a presence behind me.

Ester smiles softly. "Unfortunately, not for long enough. I found a true sister in her." 

Her words warm my heart, but they also make me feel worse. It's not fair what I thought, it's not fair how I felt -- feeling jealousy for the person I can never be again, at their eyes, is certainly not Ester's fault.0

"Your favorite is Jay?"

She nods in satisfaction. "Of course, I'm completely crazy about him."

"Really? - A deep voice asks, appearing mysteriously. - Nice to meet you."

Niki has come from his room and stood at my side, I look down at him and he looks far too bright now that he has changed. He has practically taken off his clothes to put on a very expensive but apparently very comfortable all-grey jumpsuit with some black lines. I turn to Ester who is pale, Sunghoon is annoyed.

"P-P-Please! Niki-chan!" She starts whimpering, approaching him.

The boy automatically snaps back, maybe paparazzi trained his reflexes, Ester stops. "Oh, sorry!"

"No, forgive me! - My friend answers. - Are you okay?"

As the two of them converse I notice that Sunghoon is looking at me, but why? What do his serious eyes mean on me?

"Forgive me, it's just that it often happens that fans jump on me and it terrifies me." Admits Niki, who does not seem to have such an obvious character.

"You're right, I shouldn't act this way with a child. - She sighs, taking a long bow to make up for it. - Nice to meet you, I'm Ester."

"Ester? I like her." Smiles Niki, who preferred this approach and is now stroking her head.

"How old are you?"

"Twenty-five." She answers confidently, she, who is older than me by two years if we consider time as koreans do.

"Wow! - The two boys exclaim together. - Are you serious?" Niki asks.

"Do I look older?"

"You look barely 20." Sunghoon says, almost giving me gasps.

"You guys are great, but when coming back Jay?" He asks suddenly, leaving them stunned.

Meanwhile, Heeseung was coming in, who burst out laughing so hard he had to hold on to the wall. "What's going on?"

"The koreans fans would be crawling at our feet right now." Niki commented amused, looking at Ester.

"That's why I prefer the west." Jay exclaims, coming into the kitchen.

"No doubt about that." Heeseung nods.

Sunghoon snickers. "You are the shame of your country."

I can see Ester scowling, I swear.

"When are the boys coming?" Ignores their unhelpful comments, Jay, turning to Niki who lifts the phone and seems to alert everyone.

"They've been here ten minutes."

"What?!" Ester and me ask in chorus.

They all turn to us. "You get used to us quickly, huh?" The most menacing of them all asks again.

I see Ester smiling blissfully as looks at him, curling her lips. "To you, never..."

"This is wrong." Sunghoon remembers.

We all go to open, and seeing the TXTs is like a vision. In front of everyone is Yeonjun, dressed as casually as I would have imagined, next to him Beomgyu and Taehyun, just behind Soobin but stretching out I keep trying to see if Hueningkai is there too, which however he is not, unfortunately.

"Oh, how do you do?" Says Yeonjun who actually looked like he was about to blurt at them for keeping him waiting. But then he stops, and says this, looking at me.

Looking at me? When Ester is beside me?

I see he casts a few glances at her too but the one who is really staring at her right now is Beomgyu. Am I confused? And a little disappointed, since I like him so much?

"Aren't you even going to say hello?" Heeseung asks, putting himself in front of me. Paying attention, he has rather broad shoulders too, seeming to obscure my sunshine but it's okay if I can observe this.

"I should beat you up. But don't you have phones?"

Niki chuckles, embarrassed, how cute. "I had the mute. Why don't you ring?"

"The theory of the demented - Yeonjun announces, coming in and walking past me, giving me a look so intense it makes my knees shake, I try to swallow but have no saliva - according to Beomgyu you changed bells with the neighbors to confuse saesaeng."

"One of the staff told me that." The boy justifies himself not exactly well, walking in.

Oh? Did Taehyun notice me too? I like him because his gaze is kind, not heavy like Yeonjun's discombobulating but instead restorative, able to set things right. I can't help but turn an intimidated smile to him.

I hear someone's tongue snapping behind my ears and I lift my gaze immediately annoyed, with a sudden change of expression. 

"Will you stop smiling at everyone?"

"What do you care?"

"You have to have some self-respect, too." 

I hate him, I forgot how much I hate him. But why was I nice to him today? I even asked him if he wanted me to cook for him -- I don't know if I'm stupid or self-defeating. Yes because he is like a razor blade cutting the skin, burning, bringing everything back to despicable reality, but why don't I push him away? Am I really that shallow?

They all settle down toward the sofa area, so we are away from the crowd and the chaos for a moment.

"That's enough, Sunghoon." I tell him, bravely.

He opens his big lips, surprised. "Huh?"

"Leave me alone. I know very well what my position is, there's no dress or makeup or smile that can hide it, I'll still leave anyway. But can I just be myself for one night? A mere fan? Can you just-"

"No. - He don't thinks enough about it, that's how it is. - I won't allow you to drive them crazy too."

Even? Why are you getting in the way?

"No one is going crazy."

"Are you pretending naivete or are you stupid?" He asks more menacingly, moving closer to me.

I can feel his breath tickling my face, it's so...intense. "Stop it."

"You want to be like this? Go ahead and play, let's see if you're that good at games." He says, then walks away.

What anxiety he has put on me. What is this feeling that grips me to the core? I don't understand anything at this point, too much has happened today.

When I get close again, I find they're all drinking, like normal guys in the afternoon - no, maybe not exactly normal, considering they're practically athletes. Ester sits next to Jay, on the couch, and is in the one place where I wouldn't feel vulnerable right now, but that's okay, anyway, he wouldn't know how to make me feel better either.

I go to sit between Heeseung and Niki but they both glare at me. "W-What?"

"You can't sit on the floor." He reminds me of the major.

"Do you want to sit on my lap, noona?" Niki asks, who is obviously not serious.

Yeonjun takes Beomgyu by the collar and tosses him amicably on the floor, tapping his palm on the pillow. "You can sit here."

Why did I look at Sunghoon out of the blue? Stop it, Amanda. Of course he is always annoyed.

I sit but we are certainly cramped on the sofa, lucky that I am only between Yeonjun and the armrest.... I'm breaking out in a cold sweat, it's really Yeonjun's thigh that's touching mine right now and I know he doesn't feel anything under the cargo, but I have exposed skin.

"Who are they?" Soobin asks, who is evidently intrigued by Ester with her red hair, her white skin, her elegant profile. - I didn't even get their names right."

"Ester." My friend raises her hand.

I, on the other hand, lower my gaze. "Amanda."

"Are you the shy one?" Yeonjun asks me nonchalantly.

Sunghoon bursts out laughing, alone.

Jay glares at him, Heeseung smiles annoyed. 

"What don't we know?" Soobin then asks, smiling in turn.

"Ester is Jay's chick while Amanda ... is Sunghoon's chick?" Beomgyu proposes.

"No!" The chorus gets quite full-bodied as we answer. 

It is me, Sunghoon, Heeseung, and Jay as well who respond. Ester is surprised, looking at her best boy with an annoyed look.

"I was talking about them, not us." He tells her, smiling sarcastically.

Ester bursts out laughing, not at all lucid, I can tell. "Honey, you had me worried."

"So you are single?" Yeonjun asks again, I shiver to my hair.

"Amanda is, actually." Ester answers for me.

"No, she's not." Heeseung says, for some reason.

"You all are annoying me." Says Beomgyu.

Sunghoon is the most annoyed, crossing his arms. "Why are you here?"

"Because you have more alcohol." The leader of the other band replies.

"Is there a reason for drinking?" Jay asks.

Yeonjun nods. "I bought a coat worth 10 million won."

"Get out of this house." The one who asked the question continues.

I see Taehyun lift his gaze to me before speaking. "We will actually cooperate with the sumbaenim."

A minute of silence intersperses the exchange of lines, then Ester shouts, "The Bangtan?!"

"Again?" Jay is intrigued.

"This time they're producing several songs for us, and we're even going to make some together."

As they talk about the matter, I can't help noticing a kind of disappointment shining in Heeseung's eyes upon hearing those words. Perhaps he feels envy, resentment, because they have only been able to do covers and almost nothing else by BTS. Why does it hurt so much to see him with such an expression? It looks like someone is squeezing my heart.

I would love to use my palms to cover his ears and prevent him from continuing to hear the conversation about collaboration, but what can I do? We are so far apart.

"Are we enough for a group game?" I ask him, aloud.

Yeonjun perhaps notices the exchange of glances between us and stares at us.

"Do you want to play?" Heeseung asks, looking relieved.

These words-they remind me.

No, but why did I look at him? Idiot, idiot Sunghoon.

"Yes, let's play."

"So you like Heeseung too? How trivial." Snorts the one a year older than me, Yeonjun.

"I like her." I say, pointing at Ester.

"This is getting intriguing."

"Don't get too intrigued." Reminds him Sunghoon, who seems to have heard the full conversation.

"Then there are triangles here."

"Don't be on her. - It sounds like advice, but it's said in a rather scary way and by the most unlikely person, Niki, who is fiddling with something between his legs but I can't really see because he's sitting behind the coffee table. - They do it enough already. Can't you see how they suffocate her?"

"I didn't do anything." Heeseung complains.

Yeonjun turns his head as he looks at me, then smiles with those innocent lips. "All right, how did you two meet? Are you friends?"

"They are friends of friends. - Sunghoon replies, moving closer to sit on the very armrest I'm leaning against, I reluctantly move away but the contact is inevitable. - They are nice, besides we would be too many boys."

"And you only invite two?" Sighs Beomgyu, who seems really interested in Ester, but she doesn't give him a glance and I precisely don't understand how she can, although I understand that sitting by Jay's side, like the queen of an empire next to her king, is something else.

"In the apartment is the ultimate number."

"By the way, why didn't you invite Wonyoung? Maybe she would bring Jiwon." 

"But you weren't dating her?" Soobin asks, turning to Taehyun who asked the question.

Ester and I go wide-eyed, Yeonjun casts a dirty look at his bandmate. "Yah, what are you saying?"

"No...nothing." Chuckles the leader.

So Taehyun is practically dating the most beautiful girl in Korea? Other than Sunghoon, he's the one who won, really.

"Too busy." Sunghoon replies, very professional.

"Wonyoung and all the IVEs must not know about them." Jay reminds him, and I am surprised to hear him say that.

Beomgyu smiles as if he knows more than he shows. "Sure, take it easy."

"But are these two...quiet?" Yeonjun asks again, looking at me.

"Sure." Riki replies, as if he has only one reason to trust.

What's wrong with him today and why is he staring at me as he says that?

Sunghoon's hip presses against my arm and I'm obviously uncomfortable, but I don't want to show it, so I flinch at Yeonjun, who seems to notice, from the way he looks at me out of the corner of his eye, but says nothing, instead raising his arm to let me fit under his wing better.

"Let's go for a smoke." Niki proposes.

I am stunned when I see the huge thing in his hand.... really, that's not a double entendre, I'm talking about the special cigarette he has evidently prepared. "What are you doing?" I ask, upset.

Heeseung gets up quickly, takes the joint out of his hands and runs toward the kitchen. "You bastard!" Soobin shouts, starting to chase after him.

Niki, Taeyun and Beomgyu also go, leaving us in a strange, uncomfortable situation.

"You guys don't smoke? - Yeonjun asks innocently. - Amh..."

"I do." Ester admits.

I smile embarrassedly. "Not in Korea." I admit, too.

Sunghoon glares at me. "Even?"

"Are you his brother? Or are you her father? Are you her boyfriend?" Yeonjun asks again, smiling like an asshole. 

"And who exactly are you?" Sunghoon replies curtly.

Jay is immediately alarmed, I guess he can promptly assess the situation, realizing that the tone of both of them is rather threatening. "You keep bothering her, I'm not the problem."

"We joke like that, what do you know?"

"Are you done?" Jay is also heard by Yeonjun, who is older and should be addressed with respect, but his tone is neither friendly nor respectful.

"He started it." Yeonjun accuses him.

Jay sighs annoyed. "Let's go."

I can see him not giving me a glance, but will I be too selfish to wish for that? Maybe it's because I thought there was something special between us. Had I seriously deluded myself about such a thing? Am I not already all too aware of my situation, as I told Sunghoon?

I will never be a normal girl ever again. I should just enjoy the moment.

"You're really obsessed with me." I comment under my breath as Sunghoon stands beside me on our way to the kitchen.

"You'd like that."

"You're pointing that out to everyone, can't you tell?"

He sighs disinterestedly. "Let them think what they want."

"Are you finished? - Heeseung calls out to us seeing us coming as he has the lit murder weapon in his hand. They opened all the windows so that the smell of weed doesn't get trapped inside. - Do that from today."

"They like each other, it's obvious." Beomgyu says, taking it out of his hands but failing to smoke because Niki takes it away from him again.

"She likes me, you mean. I have a girlfriend, and she is also beautiful, but you already know that." Replies Sunghoon, who is not interested in such amusements so he simply takes water from the refrigerator.

"Exactly because you have her you shouldn't be all over her like that." Yeonjun repeats.

Heeseung is annoyed, I can tell by the way he looks at the boy from the other band. "Do you smoke?" He asks.

"Of course she do." Remembers Sunghoon, and I now attack him.

The Enhypen oldest takes the incriminating object from Niki's hands, handing it to me. "Why don't you ignore it?" He asks again, I take the joint confused.

"You're right." I say.

Sunghoon is offended, I feel his gaze on me. I take a long drag and then blow it in his face, leaving everyone stunned. I don't know precisely why I did it, but it made me burst out laughing, and after me so did everyone else, especially Ester who literally has tears in her eyes. Everyone else--except the Enhypen, I mean.

Sunghoon grabs my cheeks with one hand, pulling me closer to his face. "Are you dumb?"

"Move over if the smoke bothers you." I say with my mouth unnaturally closed because of his hand.

"Amanda!" Jay calls me back.

"I think they like each other, too." Soobin nods.

"Don't you get involved too, hyung." Taehyun calls him back.

"She certainly doesn't like him.- Heeseung blurts out annoyed. - Stop it now."

"Heeseung but do you like Amanda? Do you?" Yeonjun asks.

"How would you know?" Chuckles Sunghoon nervously, completely ignoring his sumbae.

"I've been in her room."

He seems to be improvising but the truth is that he couldn't wait to say it.

I think I'm on the verge of unconsciousness now. What is he saying? Don't tell me he ... he wants to bring up that stupid story now? I swear that... what? What can I do if he decides to say it in front of everyone? 

"In her room?" Soobin asks, interested.

"Are we in an erotic drama?"

"Why do you say that?" Taehyun asks Yeonjun, who was actually quite specific.

"She is your host, isn't she?"

...

Did I hear correctly? Did I get caught right away? How? Do they have a guest too, or did Niki say something? The smoke comes out of my parted lips in amazement, I am holding my breath so much that I think the effect of the puff will be very strong. I take another one quickly, handing it to the owner who thanks by gesturing in silence.

"No." Heeseung replies after many, many seconds.

"Indeed." Sunghoon nods.

Niki looks at his companions nervously. "What is a host?"

"You should have asked first." Jay reminds him.

And the house of cards collapses. It all collapses. The normal-person evening I was hoping to have just shattered into billions of microscopic pieces. Ester looks at me alarmed, Jay is terribly annoyed.

"What did you see in her room?" Reminds Sunghoon, however, who doesn't seem to care at all about the awkward situation we are in.

Heeseung sneers. "That she doesn't like you."

"Bypass that?" Taehyun asks, laughing in an incredibly sensual but nervous way.

"What does that mean? Tell me what you saw." Sunghoon sounds really obstinate.

"Are you children?" Beomgyu asks incredulously.

"I am hungry." Niki says, raising his hand.

"Since we are saying random things - Ester begins - when is Jake coming?"

"There are also other people besides Jay, and apparently Jake, who is not even here." Beomgyu annoyedly reminds her.

"If you keep mentioning him, you'll hurt me." Says Jay, acting, perhaps, I hope?

It's all so damn chaotic.

I have to step away for a second, my head is spinning, I hope no one notices, because there's no one I want beside me right now, I prefer to be alone when I'm sick.

Maybe it's because I haven't smoked for so long, maybe it's because my stomach is cramping and I haven't been thinking for several days now, but I need a moment in silence. I go to the balcony of Jay's room and curl up on myself.

It will be fine, it will be fine.

hi...are you guys enjoying the story? i hope so!

anyway i was curious about something so i try to make a survey!

NEXT CHAPTERS:

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Eventualities

Fandom: Mahabharat (TV 2013) | The Mahabharata

Source: Draupadi-Satyabhaama Samvaad Parva

Prompt by: @chaanv

Note: This is a conversation between Krishna and Satyabhaama, after they return from their visit to the Pandavas in exile. While enlightened by Draupadi's love and devotion towards her husbands, Satyabhaama is still rattled by the events that had led to the exile. The portrayal of the characters and the conversation herein is entirely the author's perception of human behaviour, based on the chapter linked above.

Taglist: @chaanv , @vidhurvrika , @melancholicmonody, @bleedinknight, @ambidextrousarcher, @demonkidpliz

Caveat: Posting from my mobile since my laptop has taken a trip to hell.

_________

Satyabhaama feels a tranquil turbulence within her once she leaves the abode of the Pandavas. Her conversation with Panchaali has been a very detailed one. And her return to Dwaravati, is unusually contemplative.

“Do not worry for them, Satya,” Krishna’s voice drifts into her thoughts, almost as if it were one of them.

“It isn’t the Pandavas that I’m worried about, or even thinking about, for that matter.” Satyabhaama replies, in a voice louder than intended. Krishna knows better than to speak to his currently preoccupied spouse.

***

“I really don’t understand, Jiji,” she confides in Rukmini, on one of the following days, “her endurance is superhuman.”

“She really has sufferred more than you and I, Sister,” her sister-wife says, in a manner of resignation.

"Her circumstances are vastly different,” Rukmini continues, “much like Queen Damayanti of yore.”

So different, Satyabhaama thinks to herself.

***

“Would you have wagered any one of us, Arya?” she eventually asks Krishna, out of nowhere, on one of their nighttime walks in the gardens of their palace.

The answer is quite what she expects, silence.

Satyabhaama, for her part, is in no hurry. There are times when her husband is human, and just as vulnerable as anyone else on God’s green earth.

Krishna’s silence isn’t diplomatic. He knows that his favourite wife means to test him, and hurt him in the process, even if He had been the saviour. As if it were on her to exact the answers for Draupadi -

-Questions that were still unanswered.-

“What answer would you wish for me to provide, My Queen?” Satyabhaama feels cornered, probably betrayed, in her own game, by her own hand.

Trust The Trickster to come up with a battle of wit!, she thinks.

“You seem to tergiversate, Husband,” she says sternly.

Another jibe, another barb. Even for all his silence, Krishna cannot stop his lips from curling into a smile.

“This is no contest, Satya,” he willingly gives in. After all, he knew the magnitude of hurt she had felt right after they’d walked out of The Pandavas’ hermitage. Her confabulation with Panchaali had been enlightening.

“I’m bound to ask, Arya,” she doesn’t hide her turmoil either, “Just why does she still have to endure” –

She comes to a grinding halt, before embarking on a much awaited monsoon of a tirade.

“My Love,” Krishna attempts to stem her flow, while attempting to assuage her turbulence, “it was sheer zemblanity,” –

__________

Draupadi’s call haunts him to this day.

Even He, doesn’t know how he had done it. He just remembers her crimson cloth tied around his finger, to prevent further flow of blood from being cut by The Sudarshan Chakra.

“Every thread shall be repaid, Krishne,”

“In vermillion, as bright as it adorns the parting of your hair.

In gold, as lustrous as it adorns your empyrean form.

In blue, as the peacock whose feathers I savour.

In fire, for Your Sire.”

__________

“I’d called out to Everyone, Satya. Each one of You, as she called out to Me.” Krishna’s voice is heavy, and earnest.

“It was too overpowering,” his calm attempts to conceal the minuscule of a tremor in his voice. Only His wives know that he trembles, in his corporeal form.

“Only when I could envision all of You,” he sighs, betraying nothing, “that I knew that I had succeeded.”

Satyabhaama remembers the fatigue, the exhaustion, that had made him age a decade after he had returned from the damned War that had prevented his presence in the accursed Sabha of The Kurus.

He hadn’t been the quite the same ever since. His outwardly gait was disarmingly deceptive, but, she knew, that The Slayer of Madhu had a strengthened resolve. His silences were louder than ever.

“I’ll set everything right, My Love.”

Satyabhaama knows that He would.

[novustrad]

Christ alive, "tergiversation" sure is a word to just drop into a sentence

[jailforwriter]

The Oracle (and why prophesy in storytelling doesn't have to suck)

You know what most people hate to see in their Fantasy stories? Prophesy. You know what's really fun to pick apart and analyze and makes for some delicious dramatic irony when handled properly? Prophesy.

How come? Well, for one, The Chosen One trope is a little overused. Readers tire of it quite quickly nowadays. Does that mean that it's bad and you should avoid it at all costs? Haha no. We're not Sith. We don't deal in absolutes. What it does mean is that you'll have to get really clever to justify that choice, narratively speaking, and that even then, some readers might still dislike it on principle. The inevitability of prophesy can often deter from our enjoyment of it, and we run the risk of it falling flat if it's not engaging enough.

Which is why I'm advocating for Prophesy Lite™️ (aka The Oracle character archetype) and its untold engagement potential! This business is no longer about ancient scripture handed down from generation to generation coming to wreck your protagonist's shit (boring). All the wrecking shall henceforth be done by one annoying creep only (fun).

By assigning The Oracle this role, we get to pump them full of all sorts of interesting human quirks, such as being a manipulator who purposefully miscommunicates messages, or being a bad public speaker who accidentally miscommunicates messages. Think the three witches in Macbeth. Either way, we're in for a great deal of misinterpretation and ethical conundrums, neither of which would've been half as fun from an ancient stone slab, now would they?

So what does The Oracle do, exactly?

Tergiversate. Like, everything, all the time. They're there to lead everyone down the wrong path via the three most annoying "s" words: semantics, sophistries, and symbolism (derogatory). They may or may not get high on fumes while doing so, Pythia-style, but there are a handful of things on the job description that they must comply with to qualify for the position:

Know stuff: mystical stuff, not just any stuff. The kind of stuff your character couldn't just find in the library. We're talking divine wisdom and esoteric truths of enlightenment here.

Foretelling: okay, so they know stuff. Now, we need them to make that everyone else's problem. For that, they need to prophesize.

Insight: this is the main reason why we didn't just use a cool ancient rhyme. It's because our dear Oracle can offer their own biased advice – riddled with deceit – and make everything worse.

Enigmatic: they gotta be at least a little weird, okay? They're one with the universe from 9 to 5, there's no way they can just integrate into society whenever they want because we need them to. Bonus points if they talk weirdly, too, so no one quite understands what they mean at any given moment, leading to even more hilarity.

Pals with God (optional): ideally, yes. In practice? Well, just imagine all the fun stuff you could have them do if they're only pretending to be a phone for the Sky People.

Why did this merit a whole human person?

Are you still not convinced that this human being couldn't just have been an email? Fine, let's look at other ways in which they could earn their keep:

Ethical spouting machine: remember how we established that they can introduce their own biased interpretations into their prophecies? Well, they also happen to have a mouth, and can therefore cause great emotional turmoil in your protagonist if they decide to pick their moral compass apart with it.

Manipulable: you thought your protagonist was the only one who could be manipulated? Ha ha. No. Your Big Bad is pulling at the Oracle's strings and they don't even know it! Or do they? Idk man, it's your story. Sounds real interesting though. I'd read that.

Potential allyship: unlike a slab of carved stone, this Oracle may establish cute lil' bonds with your other characters, making whatever you choose to do with them have emotional stakes, and we should always raise the emotional stakes where we can.

People grow: and your Oracle is a people, so we can certainly have them grow better. Or worse. Negative growth is also growth. They're a cool villain waiting to happen, is all I'm gonna say.

Subverting expectations since circa 4000 B.C.: I know Pop Culture has made us hate the term "subverting expectations", but contrary to what Hollywood seems to think, it can be done properly. One such way is via the Oracle, who, if we write them that way, can be less ominous and more babygirl. They maybe even down to help our protagonist avoid what should've been an unavoidable fate.

There you go! You can have your proverbial cake and eat it, too, so long as you make that cake (prophesy) very intricate and its baker (prophet) a little wacky. Thanks for reading!

Happy writing!