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Summary: Joel Miller comes back into your life unexpectedly after a gap of thirty years, and stirs up all kinds of memories and longing. Now, as you're stationed on an outpost for five days alone with the man you stupidly let go of all those years ago, you have a chance to confront him about your past life together and all the things you wished you’d said and done.

But Joel’s different now, and you know you need to tread carefully. Joel Miller is not the same man you once knew in another life.

A slow burn romance set in the post apocalyptic world, approx. twenty or so years after the initial Cordyceps outbreak.

Pairing: Post-Outbreak Joel Miller x MatureF!Reader (No name or physical description of reader. However reader is of a similar age range as Joel; in her late forties/early fifties. Joel is slightly older at 56.)

Chapter word count: 4.8k

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Chapter notes: You and Joel finally - finally! - get close and embrace your feelings. Detailed descriptions of smut.

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You wake, what feels like an eternity later, but has only been hours, with your head stuffed into the crook of Joel's swamping armpit; the material slightly damp there, from sweat or the possibility of your own saliva pooling in your cheek.

He's asleep, snuffling gently, and the shack is thrust into the pale blues of the night as it carries its silent eeriness with it.

You stir gently so as not to disturb him; your arm numb that’s been crushed under your weight, and stand feeling your legs come back to life.

You step over the wayward bullets scattered on the floor from your panic earlier, transported back to the steady thrum of your heart, mirroring Joel’s movements as you fired at the infected. Keen and unwavering, the world narrowed into single points of focus as you cleared the way for him.

In that moment of controlled chaos, the world reset. A formidable duo against the canvas of the wild, standing as a bulwark against the horrors screeching to get you. A new kinship forged through shared missions and unspoken trust that had never really dissipated, despite the passage of time passing between you.

You felt it then. And you were certain he did too.

The scent of gunpowder lingers on your top, your skin, merging with the organic perfume of the wilderness outside. Approaching the window, you peer out carefully and the valley is still and infected free, aside from the corpses that still litter it from the attack.

Joel’s flooding your line of sight again; shooting at them with a calm rhythm that sends you back into that moment when that unspoken tether between you both convinced you this was all too real.

Funny thing about staring death in the face...

The kiss, God the kiss. You can still taste it on your mouth. Feel Joel’s tongue slip inside and search you out, taste him.

A moment carved out in the brutal landscape of survival, where every ounce of tenderness is a precious commodity and he was feeding it to you, a succinct piece of himself that you'd craved and missed terribly.

The absence of him only amplified now that he's in your personal space.

So many years wasted. So much regret.

So much to say, but how do you even begin? How can you start to tell him that you’ve felt out of sync, incomplete, for over thirty years? It feels like standing on an emotional plateau, the expanse of your failings spread out below. Each step requires careful negotiation over that craggy peak; a perilous dance between intimacy and self-preservation.

You reach for some water, refreshing your mouth and cooling you in the summer heat that still clings to your clammy skin.

Throughout your life, you'd often play this encounter out in your mind with sweet lucidity; something to bring you comfort and cling onto as you shivered in the cold, or maybe some petulant delusion that refused to relinquish its hold from the ledge. Either way you couldn’t have predicted that it would actually birth into fruition through a tiresome and painful labour.

And now that Joel is so within your grasp, reaching out and clutching onto you with two tired, calloused hands, you can’t help but to speculate and ponder on how you can both navigate forward together in this wilderness called living now, despite your mind trying out the slay of convincing you that you shouldn’t question it; you shouldn’t look for holes to pick at and make wider, bloodier.

He’s here and that’s all that matters, right?

A sleepy grunt from Joel stirs your gaze to his direction on the cot, leaving your muddled thoughts to tumble at your feet; a warm mountain of a silhouette unmoved and lost somewhere inside a dream as he clings to the fading remnants of it.

You smile recalling the sincerity of his words. The fact that he still feels it between you both; he never forgot, like you didn’t. You feel it finally warm the cold channels of your veins.

Time is fleeting, a verklempt commodity carrying nostalgia in its blood. Moving at speeds hard to comprehend, and a whole lifetime has almost passed by you both. You wonder how it could be that you’ve got so lucky to have a second chance, when most people in this world hadn’t begun to embrace their first. Their chances were gone, stripped from them and buried in the ground littered with bones.

It only makes you feel some swill of remorse; some ebb of guilt rises up out of the weeds with a small, fluffy head. You shake your head physically as the shadows of doubt recess back into the depths of your cranium.

Too much time has been wasted and you’re determined not to waste anymore. Not now, not when at any moment Joel could be lost to you again through this world digging its feral claws in and ripping him from your clutch.

The heat beads on the back of your neck, a stickiness all over that you feel, more prominently between your legs as it registers.

He’s here and you want him, more than you’ve ever wanted anything.

You swallow the water down, failing to extinguish the burning; the sparks flaring inside your chest full of hunger and need. You make your way back over to him, climbing back on the cot beside him.

His arms gravitate to you instinctively as he wakes.

He smiles in some lazy contentment as you feel warm in his grip.

“What time is it?” Joel murmurs out groggily into the blue fade, a heavy exhale from his nostrils warms your face.

“Late, probably.” You caress your fingers through his hair.

He hums out softly with the smile spreading wider on his lips. He’s so beautiful, even more so in this life now. You examine his aging face in the dying, inky light and take note of all the lines and wrinkles that have set up shop around his eyes and forehead.

He blinks the sleep away, setting his focus on you from curious brown orbs that appear like black glass in the encroaching dark.

“How’s the back?” You query gently. His hand, weathered by life’s challenges, finds a home over yours as you weave through his silvery flecked locks.

“A bit better now.” He says as you peer into him. You're certain he can feel your heart, hear it even, as you rest against the bulky frame of him. “Did ya sleep?” He queries trying to stifle a yawn.

“Mm.” You nod gently.

“Should probably move,” he goes to shift, but you stop him with a gentle palm to his chest, and he eyes you softly; his digits find yours, squeezing gently, when they start wandering over his sternum over the bobbling flannel.

“Don’t you dare.” You shake your head, eyes getting lost and tangled in his own.

A charged stillness hangs between you until you press your lips to his gently, and he doesn’t resist. Melting into you, with a sigh of relief, as his other hand sweeps up your back and clutches you tightly to him.

Joel moans into your mouth, filling you with helium and making you float slowly into the ether. Your head is dizzy, your stomach simmers as his tongue sweeps around yours tasting all your colours.

Joel kisses you as though he's chronically starved of affection as well as nourishment, hungry. He could gorge on you forever, filling himself up on you as his moans and clicks of his mouth confirm these promises to you.

Your heart quickens, you’re convinced you can taste it in your throat, standing on the threshold of a reunion that’s been three decades in the making. Time and the relentless hardships of survival have etched their marks on your faces, your bodies, but beneath the surface, the familiarity of your shared history lingers, burning brighter between you.

The touch, once so familiar, sparks a resonance that reverberates through the years, rekindling the flame that had never truly extinguished between you. It’s very much alive in the way he holds you close, how he gasps into your mouth.

How you know he wants this; wants you just as much.

You shift, straddling over him and then you feel him; excited and wanting as he grows hard between your thighs. Joel growls and delicately pinches your bottom lip between his teeth as you rub yourself against him, the delicious friction winding you up tighter.

“Ya still want me?” He puffs letting your lip go. It’s more a desperate, resounding plea than an actual question. A slight tone of weariness, caution - a faint ebb of fear - laces his voice.

“Always,” you gasp and he grunts. "Always, Joel."

He pulls back, watching you in the shadows and how your eyes find him and pull him under your hypnotic spell. He could never resist you; even with a shot to fuck back and the length of time that has separated you, he’ll find a way to be inside you again. To be at one with you.

To make you come undone and feed him all the pieces of you he’s missed out on for so fucking long - he decides instantly the pain later will be worth it.

“Haven’t even touched ya yet, but ya heart is racin’.” Joel breathes against your face in a coarse whisper.

“How do you know that?” You pant, a catch in your breath.

“‘Cause mine is.” He takes your hand, flattens it to his chest and you feel that thrumming metronome like he said.

“Joel,” you groan. "I want you."

You take his mouth again, smiling. It’s pure fucking bliss; the swirling, sucking and licking of that darned tongue, reminding you of all the ways he knows how to use it. His languorous kiss makes every nerve tingle, every heated shudder birth within your bones, sending you towards the edge already.

His hands, albeit shaky, begin to map the old routes of your body he once knew so well. Trailing all the contours of you, running up your back, down to your hips, squeezing along your ass and thighs. Rising up over the mounds of your breasts where he caresses and squeezes gently as he swallows your pants and gasps as he reminds you of his protective grip.

Your fingers fumble with his shirt buttons, he sits upright with a slight wince as his back cracks, shaking free of the offending item, eager to have you touch him.

You plant kisses over his broad, bruised shoulders, running your hands down the sculpted muscle of his tan arms. His chest is littered with a few moles; whitened scars that you run your fingers over and long to hear the stories of their origin, even if they're painful for him to revisit. You want to know it all.

You scratch your fingers in the soft greying hairs on his chest, tracing patterns in the freckles dotted over him like constellations.

Joel’s hands relinquish you of your top kissing over your skin, and finally your bra, and rather than hide from him, you reveal yourself in your aged flesh and graces.

Breasts that aren't as perky as they once were, skin mottled with your own scars and blemishes. He can see the echoes of the young, wily woman he once knew in the lines of your face, and as he looks upon you now, he relishes the resilience, the tenacity.

The way you can still take his breath away as you hear it dislodge in his throat.

“Ya beautiful,” he husks. And you believe it.

His mouth latches onto your nipple, sucking it into that warm, wet orifice and making you whine as he flicks his tongue against it.

“Mmm,” you breathe out as the hardened nub tingles inside his mouth. You feel it rush over your body, toying with your core as he kisses and licks.

He pushes his hips upwards and you feel him rut against your centre as he gets comfortable on the cot squeaking beneath you both.

You groan out and reach down; your hand sliding down his wide chest and over the swell of his tummy paunch, travelling between you both to feel him out over his jeans.

He audibly grunts as you reach him, squeezing and rubbing gently over him, and your nipple slips out of his mouth.

“Can’t guarantee I’ll last. S’been too long.” He blushes as you palm against him.

You shush him with your fingertips to his mouth, he kisses them gently as they traverse his lips. “It doesn't matter. I just want you, Joel."

“Ya want me, darlin’?” He asks again, heavy gravel plinking out his mouth like gold nuggets.

“I want you inside me,” you whine with so much need strangling your voice that it could be pathetic. But neither of you care right now.

"Always loved bein' inside ya."

He unbuckles his belt as you rid yourself of your jeans and panties, and are back in his lap wholly naked and bare.

His fingers find your bubbly seam, probing at the sticky folds there and he groans out. A delicate exploration, one that tantalises and teases, as he brushes up to your swollen clit and presses against it, watching you react and buck in his lap.

You watch as he tastes his fingers, sucking them clean of your slick and eyeing you as he does so. You instantly melt, your body fizzing.

You pull him into a kiss, tasting yourself on his lips as two of his thick fingers slide up into your pussy; your thighs are seated over his and open for him to whelve.

He sucks on your bottom lip as he slips them in and out, gently curling them against your spot that he finds so easily; muscle memory of your wet cunt that he never forgot.

Once he finds it again, he’s merciless in your undoing.

“So fuckin’ wet for me, darlin’.” He purrs; he’s your complete annihilation as he furrows and strokes deeper pulling those noises out of you he never forgot the sheet music too. "Goddamn..."

“Joel,” you murmur into his mouth feeling him pull you closer to the edge as he fucks you slowly with his thick digits. A fusion of rediscovery and the familiarity of long-lost passion that you don’t ever want to end.

"Aw God… such a beautiful cunt ya've got. Fuck, I missed this." He sighs as he listens to your mewls, your breaths.

The filth from his mouth makes you blind, eyes glazing over as your irises and pupils sink into the whites. Your insides clench around his fingers furrowing deeper in rapture.

"Joel, you feel so good. Oh my God..."

"Just wanna make ya feel good too, darlin'."

“Please, don’t stop.”

"M'never gonna stop."

You reach down and feel the weight of him in your palm, leaking into it as you massage up and down. He hisses and groans, his face running against yours and scratching at your cheeks with his soft scruff as you familiarise yourself with his cock that’s so hard and heavy.

You can feel it throb around your fingers as you work him up; pulsing, he’s a quivering bundle of muscles shaking against your body. Re-discovering all the delicious things that make him whimper, pant and shake like he’s terrified.

“Fuck,” he whines. He remembers this, remembers your touch. Revels in it and craves more as he shudders for breath. His energy, his vibrations getting tangled up in you as you pump him slowly.

“Mmm, Joel,” you pant as he feels you tense around him. Your pussy squeezing as your own grip around his dick falters a little. You can feel it deep in your belly, blooming and buzzing through all your nerve endings; that heat starting to engulf you.

He recognises it; that sweet moment when you tense up fully right before you become boneless flesh in his arms. He’s missed this so fucking much; the feel of your pussy so wet and dripping for him. The way your body shakes like a constant earthquake clacking against his ribs. The tingles on his skin as you moan and pant for him.

The rush he gets when you tell him you’re about to come for him.

“Come for me, darlin’,” he coaxes. “Been so long, let me have it.”

And you do, clenching around his fingers as you soak them; your orgasm peaks through you and makes your thighs shudder.

It’s glorious, fuck it’s like staring into the sun and seeing it for days after when you shut your eyes, burned into the back of your eyelids.

“Fuck!” You caterwaul.

Your body unkinks itself from being coiled up for so, so long. Your eyes water, a silly thing you are, as you feel it bloom and flower; the scents fill your nose with recognition, with remembrance as your orgasm greets you with wide, open arms.

Hello, old friend. I’ve missed you.

His hand grasps yours with an urgency that betrays the years of separation. His touch is electric, sending shivers down your spine. Your palms pressed together, fingers interlocking, squeezing as you come.

“Joel, I need you,” you sigh, begging into his shoulder trying not to drool over it. An unrelenting schism of his name uttered from your lips as you rattle and shake around him. “Please, please…”

And you begging him is his complete undoing.

The head of his cock is swollen and poking excitedly through the uncut skin. He runs his thumb over the gooey bulb; massaging the sticky secretions of glossy precum into it, making his hips buck weakly as he lines it up with your sopping slit.

You feel him, right there on the cusp.

A few pounding beats of realisation that you’re finally both here. Hearing your mutual breathing all around you, echoing like it’s been slowed down and turned up full blast; that laboured hmm-haa as you’re finally connected when he pushes in.

That lingering pause between you both where nothing exists around you anymore. It's just you and him.

The world can burn outside, the horrors and the creatures within can devour it - it doesn't matter. You’re here, he’s here with you.

He’s inside you.

He’s all you need to breathe as you pry your useless lungs from your chest and toss them aside like silk ribbons flying in the wind.

“Ah fuck.” Joel whines out as you sink down fully on him, feeling him stretch you out again after a long hiatus.

He groans out, that choked gasp in your ear as he enters you, flooding down your spine. The cords in his neck tensing; that deep, guttural sound when a man finds his pleasure reverberating out down the valley outside.

He always grunted when he slid inside you. That familiar whine of him escaping him a short, gruff burst sending your skin alight. Every hair on your body responds to him as he claims you again after a thirty year or so hiatus.

Your lips, once a mystery he thought he'd forgotten, are now an irresistible temptation as he kisses you again, deep and with an intensity that burns you up. Savouring it, relishing the feel of it after so long.

You realise he’s not simply fucking you, he’s making love to you.

Tiny pricks of pain are felt deep in your core as he slowly bottoms out and your cunt remembers the shape of him as he fills you fully.

“Ya pussy was made for me to fill it, darlin’. Still so fuckin’ tight.” He groans.

You coo, gripping him as he squeezes at your hips greedily. That single sheath of him into you takes your breath away, and for a moment it’s like you can’t breathe.

All oxygen is stripped from you and floating in a void of nothing where it’s only Joel; the feel of him inside you again at long last and the way he’s staring back at you as though he can’t believe that it’s just happened himself makes your eyes water again.

“Ya feel so fuckin’ good. Mmph… just like I ‘member.” He pants through delicate, desperate pecks at your face.

It’s a collision of pent-up desire, a reckoning of the years you’ve spent apart. The taste of familiarity mingled with the urgency of the present, creating a heady cocktail that intoxicates you both.

“I remember you too, Joel.” You nuzzle into him, clinging onto his broad shoulders. “God, your cock is still so huge.” You gasp with a bewildered giggle. It’s perfectly unbearable as you grind slowly on it.

“Yeah?” He smirks. “So big it’ll rip ya open, huh? Ain’t that what ya used to say?” He teases.

A small, juddery chuckle escapes you and he feels you clamp round his cock as you do. Joel shunts his hips upward once and it hits you, all the way deep in the furthest reaches of your cervix and you cry out.

"Like that, remember?" He croons.

"F-fuck, yes!"

He does it again and you claw at his skin desperately with your nails.

"Joel!"

He does it again. And again, until he settles into a heady rhythm as he fills you with each thrust, your clit grinding against his pubic bone deliciously.

You’re mewling, clutching onto him as you remember his body connected to yours like this and experience it again all over for the first time.

Your hips meet his every snap with a wet mash as you take him in. He packs you out, rubbing against the right spots and you start to see chrome stars gathering under your eyelids again.

“Joel,” you mewl as the tension starts stiffening your vertebrae straight and spreads into your pelvis, locking up around him. Your walls flutter and squeeze and he groans the most delicious sound in your ear.

Every touch, every caress, carries the weight of history - a brutal history that begs to be rewritten. The grittiness of your pasts fuel the fire, and the room becomes a battleground of desire and the utmost acquiescence.

“Mmm, don’t stop,” you plead as he smothers you wholly. Your head feels like it no longer belongs on your neck, your eyes are rolling back as though you're possessed.

Your body snaps back, letting go. You shake; your cunt clenching, soaking. Surrendering wholly to him.

“That’s m’girl," he pants. "That’s m’fuckin' girl!” Joel praises as you flood his throbbing cock.

All gentle masculinity gone as he grabs you tightly, shunting your hips against him; leaving bruises in your skin to bloom into violet flowers as he fucks you through your peak.

You cry out, constricting around him. Feeling it ripple all over your body; punching glitter out of your back in colourful, metallic bursts. You throw your head back taking in a deep, heavy hit of oxygen, but there is none when you’re this far thrown up into the universe.

The feel of his hot breath against your neck and the slither of his wet tongue leave aftershocks flooding through you. His arms crush you closer as he continues to wind and flex.

You look at him when you resurrect from the dead, and he smiles crookedly through those pink lips you need to taste again. He’s not lost it, that ability to leave you absolutely wrecked as though high on some wondrous drug.

And like an addict, you’ll always crave him.

You kiss him deeply and he completely surrenders too.

“M’gonna come,” Joel husks, sweat from his forehead sticking to your face. You want it; you taste it on your lips and lick the salt of it up.

“Come inside me,” you mewl.

“Ya sure?” He queries with weak, desperate trepidation.

You nod. “Fill me up, Joel. It's okay." You assure.

Little breaths of "fuckfuckfuck" puff out of him on a ragged whisper as he feels your pussy milking him until he’s coming deep inside of you; spraying you down with that thick pearly warmth.

His body jolts and his grip tightens further into your hip skin as he releases. Feeling your pussy pulse and rib around him from the sensitivity; those fluttering twitches against his shaft squeeze him further into an utter brain dead mess.

“Aaw fuck.” He whines gently.

You kiss all over his sweaty face until his lips latch onto yours and he groans contentedly into your wet cheek flesh.

You both rock to a slow gradual halt; staying sheathed on him until your centre becomes a faintly ebbing contraction of muscle that eventually stills and leaks him out down his balls.

Joel’s voice is a gravelly whisper finding you in the violet hues of the dark and being strangled.

“Ya kill me, darlin’.”

You stroke through his curls, untamed and damp at the back of his neck. His arms hold you close, pressing you to his chest as he plants kisses along your collarbone.

You pull his head up and look at his face, into his sleepy, dreamy eyes. His beard isn't full, in fact it reminds you of a teenager trying to grow one and being left with patchy fluff. It's greying slightly in some places, towards his ears and chin as you run your fingernails through it scritching gently. But the moustache is thick, despite being short enough to see and taste his pink chapped lips.

So you do; a deep kiss that melds your skin and binds you to his. He kisses back deeply and then plants an amuse-bouche of little tender kisses over your lips and chin to seed and grow.

“I… love you, Joel,” you say as you pull away from him.

You can’t help it, you always have. It just flows naturally, feels right.

And the lesson here is not to let things fester. Seize the moment in this crazy, horrific world. Too long have you spent feeling incredibly bereft of hope. A complete immolation of you as you fight and bolster, endure and survive.

This can't be all there is left in this world. There has to be more. And you found it, you finally fucking found it.

Kelper was right, he was right to bring you back, he was right to breathe life back into you. He knew, that bastard just knew. You smile, thinking of his face when he'll say he told you so.

Joel nudges his forehead to yours and breathes out in sweet relief. “I never stopped lovin’ ya.” He replies. “Not really.”

You sniff trying to stop the tears, but they fall onto his thumbs as he holds your face close to his. He can taste them on his lips, drinks them down as you let them go, free falling to their death as they take some of the grief and suffering with them, lightening the load.

It shifts. You don't know how or why or when. Just dwelling in his energy now, rather than the lines around his eyes.

They're still beautiful, Joel's looks have only gotten better with age, you’ve deduced, but it's not the thing that’ll steal your breath now. No, it's the subtleties. The way he glows inwardly when you catch a rare smile he throws you in the shack. The safety you feel in the weight of his arms right now that stops the worry and angst of his absence for decades almost immediately. It's in the words he doesn't say, because he doesn't have to say them.

And sometimes he can’t, and that will be alright.

You realise that Joel now in this world, is the man you've always wondered what it could be like to be loved by. Joel back then wasn't ready. Wasn't mature enough. He hadn't had everything stripped from him so he could appreciate the small things, the finer details. That comfort in silence, that warmth of a body that just wants to be next to him because they simply enjoy his bruised weight crushed against them.

And as you rest contended against him, slowly allowing yourself to shed some of those crusted layers of pain in salt water tracks, Joel does the same as he contemplates this too.

As he allows himself a moment to see in the opaque fog as it starts to shift and thin out.

He knows he loves you; that he loved you back then, and loves you now.

Love is no longer some massively unattainable thing that needs to be filled with capitalist sentiment to be brought. Love, to Joel, is in the small things unnoticeable by others.

In a world when you have nothing, sometimes forgoing even the basics, like food; love is the thing that will be savoured when it’s found, taken care of. Not tossed around so foolishly or frivolously like before.

Love is to be planted, grown and watered; tended to every day. It's leaves smoothed and rubbed gently between a finger and thumb. Pruned and clipped so it can bloom into something beautiful that he can dare to enjoy in this rotten world that has already taken so much from him.

And he refuses to lose anything else - he can’t. He's just one fucking man, he can't.

“S'never gonna be enough,” he murmurs a little while later as you’re laying in his arms on the cot.

Both naked and he’s running his hand down the length of your spine leaving goose pimples. “But I got as much love in me to give as ya fuckin’ need.” His voice is in the roots of your hair. "I dunno if it’s gonna be easy, if I’m gonna be easy at times… But m'gonna try. I want to."

You smile with wet eyes, and place a kiss just below his nipple. “You’ll always be more than enough, Joel.” You lift your head to find him in the dark. “You’re everything.”

Joel’s arms cradle you so tightly that he could snap your bones.

“M’not goin’ anywhere, darlin’. It’s you n’ me now, okay?”

To be continued...

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whinesandwhimpers · 8 months

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rodolfo parra x f!reader headcanons (sfw & nsfw)

SFW

he loves to cook!! esp for u, loves when u praise his cooking and tells him how the meal he made tastes, hes deff cocky about his cooking tho like he knows hes good but hearing u say it!!

honestly u giving him any type of compliment about anything about him not just his cooking skills is like music to his ears

he is a romantic because i said so and we know its true anyway

gives u flowers, not just on the first date

kisses ur forehead, wrist, palm, everywhere, every fucking inch of u

big on physical touch with u

actually listens to what u tell him!! and remembers!! remembers what u like, dislike, if u have been wanting something for a while he'll surprise u with it before u can get it urself

breakfast in bed providing typa guy, doesnt even have to be a special day

a perfect fucking gentlemen. boundaries? respected. hand? held. home? safely. (hotel trivago)

if a bad guy kidnaps/hurts u, he is seeing red and the bad guy is not walking outta there alive, might even torture him a lil if rudys got time?? no one hurts his girl

will absolutely teach u spanish if u dont know it, gets so happy once u start understanding whatever he says in spanish to/around u, when u respond in spanish hes beaming :)

if hes jealous of someone talking/flirting to u he'll silently watch, knowing u can handle it/trusting u, until he spots any discomfort coming from u then hes coming over, putting an arm around ur waist, making it known to this person that ur his and they have zero fucking chance with u

when he proposes, he gets Alejandro's help, makes it perfect, pulls together all your fav things, fav flowers, fav drinks, fav food - its a priv dinner, not at some fancy restaurant, because he wants it to be personal - fav ring, he either already knows what u wanted or he got Alejandro to pretend he needed ur opinions and outright asked u which one ur fav is before he reported that info back to rudy

NSFW

hes not vanilla because i said so

he'd deff be down to try whatever u wanna try, he'd make sure ur never in pain or discomfort tho

switch

soft dom, wouldnt want to see u in pain or degrade u, ur his whole fucking life, his heart, his sun and moon, he is cherishing u and worshipping the ground u walk on

"look at you, mi amor, taking me so well"

"have i told you how beautiful you look lately?" he asks, his hand on your cheek.

you giggle, smiling softly at him and leaning into his hand, "you tell me at least once a day, my love."

"hm, not nearly enough then, hermosa." he replies, leaning in to kiss you.

orgasm denial tho if ur bratty, asking "are you gonna be a good girl for me, amor?"

...or edging until ur a pathetic blubbering mess pleading with him that u will be good and to let u cum - rare tho because ur normally such a good girl for ur sweet rudy and he hates seeing u cry no matter the situation - afterwards he's taking care of u, kissing any tears off ur face, spooning u

unintentionally leaves bruises on ur hips from gripping u too tightly, he just gets carried away with how good it feels holding on and thrusting into u :(

kisses any bruises the next morning, mumbling apologies between each kiss

likes leaving hickeys on u tho and spotting them later peaking over ur shirt, or the fully obvious ones that everyone can see, loves knowing everyone knows ur taken, ur his

his fav positions are ones where he can see ur face, ur eyes, kiss ur lips, its not just fucking to him, its intimacy, its special, its love

likes cockwarming because it means he gets to be physically close with u, u cradled against him, ur arms wrapped around him - while he's working, he has a strong will so if u shift a lil on his cock he wont let it bother him, "stay still, amor, im not finished with this paperwork", but it will bother u and when u get impatient and needy and start begging in his ear he'll take a break from his work to make u cum

hes the wide eyed, pouty, pathetic, whimpering and begging type mess of a sub, he just wants u so badly :( wants to please u, wants to cum in u :(

if u haven't cum before him he'll beg u to let him help u

if hes tied up he will be pulling at those bonds trying to get free just to touch u

if u tell him "no touching" he'll try so hard to be good but then his will snaps at a particular noise u make or how u work urself on his cock and he WILL desperately beg u whining out a "por favor, i want to touch you, mi vida"

his fucking wide doe eyes looking up at u (i cant-), if ur strong enough to resist that look good 4 u

dom or sub his focus is on u and making u feel good

king of aftercare ofc, hes bringing u some water, cleaning u up, cuddling u, etc, whatever! u! need! after the first few times hes got u figured out and doesnt even need to ask anymore

#rudy parra x reader #rodolfo parra x reader #rodolfo parra headcanons #wrote w the idea of a gf in mind but like u can ignore the girl mentions idk #ive never wrote headcanons before is that obvious LOL #my writing

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likscrazy · 29 days

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KEN | Sim Jaeyun 𓏲 ๋࣭ ౨ৎ

pairing: Stepfather! sim jake x female! reader

warnings: virgin reader, fuck boy jake is actually a gentleman, kissing, fingering, insecurity, mentions of crying, slight corruption kink. english is not my first language so there may be grammal or spelling errors

Synopsis: You played with those dolls, but you longed for a Ken, which happens when your mother leaves you alone on a trip with your stepfather

genre: smut

Since she was little, y/n had played with her Barbie dolls, dreaming of finding her perfect Ken who would take her on her adventures and love her unconditionally. But everything changed the day her mother announced that she would have a stepfather named Jake. Although the thought of her made her uneasy at first, Jake turned out to be a kind and gentle man, although she couldn't deny that he was extremely handsome.

She y/n she was at a crossroads, on the one hand she felt an indescribable attraction towards Jake, but on the other hand there was the social prohibition of having feelings for someone who would become her stepfather. However, fate had other plans for them.

On a cold winter night, y/n's mother had left on a work trip, leaving her alone with her stepfather. As time passed, y/n and Jake began to develop a unique complicity, sharing deep conversations and moments. intimate relationships that brought them closer and closer. Although they tried to hide their feelings, it was evident that the attraction between them was palpable.

Even in her moments of loneliness, y/n found herself talking to the Barbie dolls, like she did as a child, longing to find the perfect Ken of hers in real life. Jake, for her part, watched discreetly from a distance, wishing he was the Ken she y/n had been looking for all this time.

Finally one night the tension between them reached its peak. The house was silent, only the sound of the rain hitting the windows breaking the silence. Jake and y/n were in the living room, looking at each other with desire in their eyes. After a long conversation full of complicity, their lips finally met in a passionate kiss that ignited an insatiable fire between them.

“Why don't we go to my room,” Jake whispered, guiding y/n towards what would become her pleasure den that night. Once inside, the atmosphere was charged with electricity, every look, every touch, caused the tension between them to increase dramatically.

“Can I be your Ken?”, Jake asked, his voice husky and full of desire, as he caressed y/n's soft skin with expert hands. She nodded, unable to contain the lust that consumed her at that moment. Her bodies merged in a passionate embrace, exploring every corner, every centimeter of skin they longed to discover.

Jake's hands roamed over y/n's body with unbridled hunger, eliciting muffled moans and ragged sighs. Every caress, every kiss, was a tribute to the passion that burned between them, a flame that threatened to consume them completely.

Between whispers and gasps, Jake and y/n lost themselves in a sea of intense sensations, giving themselves to each other without reservations or remorse. That night, time stopped for them, and there was only the absolute pleasure they shared in their intimacy.

After reaching ecstasy together, y/n snuggled into Jake's arms, feeling her heart beat in sync with his. "You're my Ken, and you always will be," she whispered with a shy smile on her lips. Jake held her tightly, silently promising her that he would never let her go, that he would always be there to protect her and love her.

And so, between whispers of love and promises of eternity, Jake and y/n sank into a restful sleep, feeling in their hearts that what they had was more than a simple physical attraction, it was a deep and sincere love that transcended the barriers of love. time and space.

Note: It's my first time writing, I hope you like it 😭

#enhypen jake #jake sim #enha x reader #enhypen #enhypen smut #jake x reader #jake sim x you #jake sim x reader #enha imagines #enhypen x y/n #jake enhypen x reader #kpop smut #kpop imagines #y/n #jake smut #kpop x y/n #enhypen x you #sim jaeyun #written by likscrazy

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youaintnothinbuta · 5 months

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maybe like bsfs w jack and theres a lot of sexual tension and you end up getting in an argument (kind of the like scene w him and katherine) and they end up getting freakyyy

Sorry it took so long for me to respond to this!! I always find writing smut to be difficult, so I hope this isn’t too much of a hard read <3

“Do it, Jack, I fucking dare you” — jack kelly x reader

Summary: you and Jack are arguing, which gets heated and you end up fucking

Pairing: Jack Kelly x fem!reader

Word count: 1595

Warnings: angsty, argument, threatening each other, physical violence (kinda), SMUT, 18+, unprotected sex, mature language

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You and Jack stood in his bedroom, both frustrated at the other, having an argument that’d carried on for hours.

Your voice echoed through the room, laced with frustration, “That's your problem, Jack – you never listen to anyone, ever!”

He started to retort, “Oh, I do not think you are one to talk abo—“

“Talk about what? What, Jack? Talk about what?” you interrupted him.

Jack, visibly irritated, shot back, “You won't even let me finish!”

“Ohhh, so now you're starting to understand how that feels, huh?” you replied, challenging him with a glare.

“If you weren't a girl, god, I'd just strangle you to death,” he threatened, the words hanging heavy in the air.

“Oh, would you? Do it. Go on!” you arked up to him, your defiance unyielding.

“I ain't gonna lay my hands on a g—“

“Do it, Jack, I fucking dare you,” you interrupted him again, the tension reaching its peak.

In a sudden, unexpected motion, his hand reached out to you. Fingers wrapped around your neck, just below your jawbone, and with a firm yet surprisingly gentle touch, he pulled your face towards his. The room fell into a momentary hush as the two of you locked eyes. Time seemed to stretch as the intensity of the confrontation shifted, taking an unexpected turn. Your stomach flipped as he pulled you towards him.

His lips met yours in a kiss that was both strong and desperate. The sudden intimacy caught you off guard, and you gasped – half in shock, half in relief. The room, once heavy with confrontation, now held an air of uncertainty as the lines between argument and intimacy blurred.

He broke the kiss, his fingers loosened their grip on you, but never quite released it.

“I don’t wanna argue anymore.” He admitted.

Your throat bobbed up and down against his hand as you swallowed, “me neither.”

He removed his hand from your neck and instead moved it to find your waist, gently pulling you into him for another kiss. His body was warm, even through his shirt, you could feel the heat coursing through him. You leaned into his kiss, his hands moving along your back, yours roaming his chest.

Your back arched against his hand, making him chuckle as he pulled away to breathe. Teasing you, he mumbled, “you want something, baby?”

“Mmh.” You moaned in answer, as his hands grazed over your ass. He loved this, watching your face contort as you anticipated what was coming, watching your body grow desperate for him. As his hands wandered back up to your waist, pulling you closer to him, you could feel each one of his movements sending shivers down your spine. The sensation of his body against yours was tantalising. Needing more, your hands found their way to his bare skin, finding his heartbeat under the fabric of his shirt.

“Excited?” You teased, feeling his heart racing.

He pulled your hand out of his shirt and down to his crotch, leaving your hand over the bulge that was pressing against his pants, “what do you think?”

You let out a small gasp, raising an eyebrow as you looked up at him, watching his face as you ran your hand over him. He reached under your dress, desperately trying to get his fingers in contact with you. Pressing his thumb against your clit, you moved closer to him.

“So wet for me, hm?” He remarked, dragging his thumb backwards until it dipped into your hole.

“Off, baby.” Jack mumbled against your neck, tugging on your underwear. You did as he told you to, you watched as he pulled his shirt off, followed by every other item of clothing that masked his body. He watched you undress, stroking his cock softly in one hand as your clothes fell into a heap at your feet.

He moved towards you, his hands gripping and squeezing your ass cheeks as his lips gently made contact with your nipple.

You let out a little moan as he sucked your nipples, his hands still squeezing your ass. He moved his hand between your legs and began to rub your clit with his thumb. You spread your legs further apart, giving him better access to you.

“Turn around,” he instructed you, guiding you with his hands on your waist. “That's a girl, now, on the bed for me baby,” he continued, following close behind you as you crawled onto his bed, on your knees.

He brought his face down to your ass, using his hands to pull your knees further apart. He began to lick your pussy, his tongue darting in and out of you and along your lips. You let out a relieved moan as he pushed his tongue deep inside you, fucking you with it.

The taste of you coated his tongue, then his throat, driving him wild. It took him every ounce of strength not to just tear you to shreds and fuck the daylight out of you.

More than ready, his cock bounced softly with the throbbing of his arousal. He lined his cock up with your pussy, and slowly slid himself into you. You felt yourself stretching around him, his hands gently massaging your hips and back, trying to help ease the inital pain of insertion.

Once he was fully inside you, he pulled out almost completely before pushing back in again. “You okay, sweetheart?” He asked. “Yes, Jack, fuck,” you replied, and he consequently picked up the pace.

As he steadied himself into a good rhythm, you began to utter small whines. “That's it, baby, let me hear you.” He encouraged.

His hands explored every inch of skin they could reach, before the pads of his fingers settled over your clit, and he began rubbing circles as he fucked you. Deeper every time, his balls slapped your clit with each thrust. Your body began to drift nearer and nearer to the bed, unable to hold yourself up with the same strength as you were moved closer to orgasm.

Jack, too, had shifted from heavy breathing to desperate moans, and you knew that was a sign he wasn't going to last for too much longer. Feeling your body move away from his, he leant his chest over your back, pushing you all the way down, flat onto your stomach. His hand, caught between your body and the mattress, was pressed hard against your clit, sending your head back against his shoulder. “You like that, huh?” Jack panted, still thrusting into you, his face burying in the crook of your neck. A layer of sweat began to form on his chest and your back, making his skin stick to yours.

You didn't reply, your moans only becoming more desperate and messy. The pleasure was building, and you couldn't take it anymore. You began to shake beneath him, it was almost too much, your moans sounding more like cries. Jack was so close, losing the rhythm he'd found, was just now trying to get himself in and out of you as quickly and as deeply as he could. “Come for me, darling, l got you, come for me now.” He panted, his voice rousing you.

With a sudden cry, your back arched up into his chest, your pussy clenching around his cock as you came, a string of pleasured moans filling the room, you felt his Adam's apple bob as he swallowed against your shoulder, “that's it, oh, big one, baby, keep coming,” he spoke as he found some strength, lifting his chest off of you as he buried one hard, deep thrust into you, letting all his cum spill out into you.

You buried your face into the pillow, trying to conceal the sounds of you riding out the end of your high, all while Jack finished himself off with a few more thrusts, groaning as he did so. When he was done, he slowly pulled his body out of yours, leaving you feeling momentarily empty.

You rolled over, facing him, your hands slowly moving up his chest to wrap around his neck. He was breathing heavily, sweat glistening on his skin as he looked down at you with a smile.

“You feeling okay?” He asked, still panting.

“Yeah,” you nodded, Jack chuckling as your body convulsed underneath him.

“What a beautiful sight, what a beautiful girl you are.” He smiled.

He laid beside you, wrapping his arm around you, pulling you into his side. You snuggled into his chest, feeling his heartbeat thumping against your ear.

Jack softly traced circles on your back as you lay in the warm afterglow. The room was filled with the calming sounds of your slowed breaths and the occasional noises from the bustle of the city outside. The weight of his arm around you provided a sense of security, and you reveled in the closeness.

“You’re perfect,” Jack whispered, his voice carrying a tender affection. His fingers continued their soothing pattern on your skin.

You tilted your head to look up at him, a smile playing on your lips. “You’re not so bad yourself.”

He chuckled, a low, comforting sound that resonated through both of you.

He chuckled, a low, comforting sound that resonated through both of you. “You know,” he began, “we can do this more often. Just us, no rush.”

You nodded in agreement. “I’d like that.”

Jack pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering for a moment. As you lay together, you couldn’t even remember the reason why you were arguing in the first place.

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planetsstarsandmoons · 2 years

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Mars in the first, second and third house overlay: in a few words

Mars in first:

Mars is very attracted to the physical body of the house person that externalises: the filter through which they do things, their style, appearances, just everything the ascendant and first house might stand for. It’s with a reason that first house overlay is seen as one of the better or most potent overlays. To the house person, mars with all its energies and characteristics is more than welcome.

Mars in second:

Astrology sites can’t stop banging on about the financial prospect of this overlay! 😂 The psychological side of this isn’t much looked at further, even though it can tell you so much about a romantic relationship. If mars is a guy and the house person is a girl, mars would feel, especially in the beginning, that the house person is ‘too valuable’ to touch, in a sentimental way. Mars here plays a big energising role in the self-worth and security of the house person, and will encourage them to go after their goals and dreams. The mars person also typically sees the house person as theirs completely. So this tauren/valuables influence creates a lot of emotional depth! The house person can have peaks and periods where they want the mars person really badly in a sexual way. Where the mars person already assumes the house person is theirs, the house person wants to make sure of it and can get extremely jealous and possessive over mars. Both people here become more earthy and seek to create a ~homey haven of intimacy~ with each other.

Mars in third house:

I find the description ‘mental stimulation’ so vague, but if you’ve had this aspect, you’ll know what I’m talking about. Mars here doesn’t just ‘get’ on the mercurial side of the house person, they basically sit on it. If mars likes the third house person, they’ll just want to exchange words with them and get inside the house person’s thoughts. You won’t even know if mars is being friendly, you could be fighting, but it doesn’t matter. Think of the lyrics in gold rush, by Taylor Swift: at dinner parties, I call you out on your contrarian shit, and the coastal town we wandered ‘round had never seen a love as pure as it. The third house person is energised by mars, but may take some time actually warming up to them. Because the third house is so logical-minded, they won’t even have the answer to if mars actually likes them, until they’ve explicitly told them so. They will act like a valedictorian teenager on whether mars likes them or not.

#synastry #astrology synastry #astrology signs #zodiac #astrology #synastry aspects #synastry astrology #synastry chart #zodiac memes #free chart report #mars aspects #mars synastry #mars #astrology love #astrology compatibility #astrology couple #house overlays #mars astrology

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blackhillverse · 11 months

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the last thing maria remembered was looking into nick’s eyes, his hands covered in her blood never letting go of maria’s numb limbs.

she let go.

the darkness gradually released its grip, giving way to a sense of serenity and comfort she had longed for since the day she was resurrected from the blip and realized a profound void had been left in her heart, torn apart by the events that had unfolded.

as her senses gradually returned, she could hear the melodic chirping of birds in the distance, their songs harmonizing with the gentle rustling of leaves. the warm rays of the sun caressed her face, casting a gentle glow upon her skin, while a salty breeze swept through the air, carrying with it a touch of the ocean's essence. as maria’s eyelids fluttered open, the world around her came into focus. colors seemed more vibrant, and the scenery unfolded before her like a painting brought to life. she found herself lying in a tranquil meadow, the grass beneath her fingertips cool and soft.

with each breath she took, the air felt invigorating, filling her lungs with a renewed sense of vitality. as she sat up, her muscles responded with a pleasant ache, reminding her of the physicality of existence. taking in the panoramic view, maria noticed a majestic mountain range in the distance, its peaks kissed by wisps of clouds. the sound of a nearby stream reached her ears, its gentle babbling adding a soothing rhythm to the symphony of nature that surrounded her.

"hey sleepyhead," came a voice from behind maria, causing her heart to skip a beat. she turned slowly, her eyes widening with astonishment as she laid eyes upon the figure standing before her. natasha's red hair gently streamed in the wind, just as radiant and vibrant as she remembered.

their gazes locked, and in that silent exchange, a myriad of unspoken words passed between them. it was as if time stood still, allowing them to savor the moment and relish in the presence of one another. no grand declarations were necessary; their connection spoke volumes in its simplicity.

"you've done so well, masha," a tender smile played upon natasha's lips as she spoke. her voice was just like she remembered—warm, velvety, and filled with a depth of emotion that resonated deep within maria's soul.

without needing to say another word, maria and natasha stepped towards one another, their embrace a testament to their enduring connection. it was a reunion that mended the fragments of their souls, rekindling a flame that had flickered but never extinguished.

as the meadow whispered its gentle secrets, the world around them faded into insignificance.

in the quiet intimacy of their reunion, maria knew that they were exactly where they were meant to be. and as their hearts beat in synchrony, they both found solace in the knowledge that their journey, though filled with pain and sacrifice, had led them to this moment of profound serenity and unspoken love.

maria hill was finally home.

#secret invastion spoilers #im a mess #and so i had to write this little nonsense #dont talk to me #dont touch me #i just want to rest #maria hill #natasha romanoff #blackhill #reunion #oneshot #fanfic #secret invasion #marvel #mcu

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slutforfiction · 1 month

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"GUILTY AS SIN" = GWYNRIEL (PSA THIS IS MY OPINION MY ANALYSIS MY SPECULATION! its for fun only-) On this day saturday 20th of april 2024 9:18pm AEST time i am officially calling that guilty as sin is was and always will be ABOUT GWYNRIEL. SPECIFICALLY GWYN BERDARA. the signs are all there sjm said so herself that it was on repeat but whose she writing it to??! Well acotar 6 is next, so shes prob writing about azriel whose a potential love interest? GWYN. "Drownin' in the Blue Nile" Gwyns a river nymph and the Blue Nile is a holy river, gwyns a priestess, she doesn't wear her "holy" invoking stone so it could be like shes drowning in unworthiness/feeling unholy "My boredom's bone-deep This cage was once just fine" Cage= the library, if i was a writer id make the peak of gwyns arc 'completed' if she leaves the library- it would symbolise freedom and healing with the strength to go face the world, the library would be her "cage"- once fine with staying in the library but wanting to leave it. gwyn talks about leaving the library at one point too "I dream of crackin' locks Throwin' my life to the wolves or the ocean rocks" Cracking locks (her trauma) that binds her to fear and anxiety. Throwing her life away to the fears- or the 'wolves' that she battles with. Or even the ocean rocks, shes part river nymph and it wouldn't come as any surprise if she misses the water and the ocean.

"Crashin' into him tonight, he's a paradox" SELF EXPLANITORY- azriels literally a paradox of a person, gwyn 'crashes into him tonight'

"I'm seeing visions Am I bad or mad or wise?" Could be alluded to her trauma, visions of what happened and the self doubt that comes with it. "I keep recalling things we never did Messy top lip kiss, how I long for our trysts" Fantasies, as a self appointed smut reader...we know all about it gwyn ;) "Without ever touchin' his skin" THE POWER IN THIS- the importance of emotional intimacy before physical intimacy though?!? (Although for the song itself its just about horny fantasies so maybe i shouldnt think too deep into this one...) "How can I be guilty as sin?"

Firm believer of gwynriel friends to lovers and lets be honest it feels pretty sinful to think about your friend sexually- "What if the way you hold me is actually what's holy?" The holy way of holding somebody without the sexual physical aspects, the emotional way they have the power to hold each other up in both emotionally and mentally?!? Gwynriel.

"How i long for his tryst without ever touching my skin" BANG GWYNRIEL CODED its so important for gwyn and az to have that emotional intimacy (ik ive mentioned that word approx 2395728357 times) to understand each other and their inner workings before focusing on their bodies, for az, his hands/scars doesn't define who he is as a person and people need to SEE az for who he is, all his flaws and personality and quirks. For gwyn sex wouldn't be the first thing she focuses on (it COULD be) but after what shes been through i believe she'd focus on emotionally getting to know somebody fully, letting them see her soul, personality, who she is. And physically touching somebody doesn't have to be the first priority ESPECIALLY WITH GWYN AND AZ.

"They don't know how you've haunted me so stunningly I choose you and me religiously"

They could haunt each others every thoughts, the romantic aspect AND BEING EACH OTHERS FIRST CHOICE?!? like- Well there concludes my rant guys :))

#gwynriel #acotar #sjm #sjm universe

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chattingwiththelightkeeper · 6 months

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Spanking Symphony: A Personal Overture to Desire and Connection

In the world of BDSM, where desires are explored and boundaries pushed, one aspect takes center stage as a deeply personal and profoundly connecting experience, the art of sensual spanking. It is a journey that transcends the physical, weaving a tapestry of trust, consent, and shared vulnerability. As I delve into the intricacies of this intimate exploration, each moment becomes a brushstroke, painting a portrait of desire and connection. From the tender act of obtaining freely given consent to the rhythmic dance of undressing, the caress of skin, and the symphony of sounds that follow, every nuance contributes to a narrative that celebrates the multifaceted layers of pleasure. Join me as I attempt to share what it is that I enjoy about spanking, navigate the spaces between pleasure and vulnerability, and explore the profound connection found, where each strike is a note in a melody of shared intimacy, and do this in a way that does not come across as erotica, but rather how it feels to me.

The art of spanking takes on a profound significance for me. At its core lies the essence of freely given consent, a foundation upon which trust is built and a unique connection is forged. With consent in hand, the journey begins with the subtle dance of undressing, a ritual that varies from gentle unveiling to more demanding scenarios, each tailored to the moment's narrative.

As the canvas of bare skin is revealed, anticipation heightens, and the soft caress that precedes the first impact becomes a delicate overture. It is in this moment that the connection deepens, a subtle acknowledgment of vulnerability and a shared exploration of pleasure. The slow, rhythmic warm-up that ensues is a symphony of sensation, building gradually like a crescendo, mixing in moments of gentle caressing that weave seamlessly between more intense strikes.

The audible impact, the sound of my hand meeting flesh, is a visceral reminder of the connection we share. It resonates through the space, echoing the unspoken language of desire. Equally captivating are the sounds she makes in response, a harmonious interplay that adds melody to the experience, a symphony of consent, pleasure, pain, and primal desires.

Yet, beyond the intensity lies the crescendo's peak, where it all boils over, and what remains is the most intimate of moments, the aftercare. In the tender aftermath, there is a quietude, a sanctuary of mutual care and vulnerability. It is a space where the boundaries between giver and receiver blur, and the shared experience solidifies the trust and connection that make the journey worthwhile.

In embracing the multifaceted layers of spanking, from the consensual initiation to the sensual undressing, from the rhythmic dance of impact to the symphony of sounds, it becomes a celebration of intimacy and exploration. For me, it is an art form, an expression of desire, and a testament to the profound connection that can be found in the carefully navigated spaces between pleasure and vulnerability.

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natalchartnurtures · 6 months

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Venus Got A Lil' Emotional Today

Note: This post might not give you anything new if you're at an intermediate or advanced level of being on the astrology wildride :p

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Water Venus, on a good day: "My heart is a vessel of boundless compassion, where tenderness and understanding blossom. My love is like water, an endless wellspring, and I am its gentle guardian."

Why?- Arguably one of the most precious placements, in my opinion, Water Venuses on their good days truly do God's work. They give themselves unconditionally to people they love, all while ensuring they take care of themselves as well. It's nurture and emotional intelligence at its peak in a social, interpersonal interaction setting. You can truly model what the internet calls a "healthy relationship": balanced, equal, loving beyond bounds, and, of course, filled with a generous dose of passionate romance.

Speaking of romance, it is the trademark of this placement. You can romanticize anything you like—your life, struggles, or crush; anything goes. It could help you get through a lot of life's uglier situations, you know? It's kind of like your coping mechanism. But, it's your superpower—your love. The depths with which you can hold someone—be it your partner, your child, your friend, or even your own parent in need—don't matter. The subject of your affections always gets your all. That is only IF you feel comfortable with the person. That's your boundary because you love yourself pure and deep; you need to have this layer of protection so you won't be taken advantage of (which is something a lot of Water Venuses on their not-so-good days experience).

Take, for example, how someone with a Scorpio Venus maybe wouldn't like to share themselves with just anybody because you all understand that not EVERYBODY has it in them to handle all that beautiful intensity, authenticity, and expression of deep passion. Your discernment is high because your vulnerability is powerful, and the level of trust required here is immense to support the deep intimacy on the level of the mind as much as on the level of the body. Hence the thick layer of mystery and secrecy around you all, especially in romantic settings, which makes you all look even more sexy to suitors caking on the OBVIOUS physical sexiness going on like, girl, I see you.

This energy also shows up as gentle nurturing paired with a fierce sense of protection for all things you care about. Cancer Venus tends to have an instinct to fight for what has a part of your heart. Motherly instincts if you may? But this placement really marries the fighter and the lover trope; it's mind-blowing, really. Here, Venus's love could be expressed in more emotional ways such as creating a safe space for emotional vulnerability or expressions of tenderness and nurturing of the other through whatever you enjoy nurturing other people with, like through cooking (to nurture loved ones physically), through deep conversations (mentally), or giving your loved ones tarot readings even? (Spiritually); whatever you define nurturing is applicable here.

And then again, a Water Venus could manifest as the dreamy, otherworldly, fantastical kind of love that is almost angelic in its frequency when realized in its higher octaves. You bet I'm talking about you, Pisces Venus. You have a wise kind of love that also simultaneously feels childlike and all-encompassing. Compassionate, forgiving, and devotional—the power of love meets the divinity of a human. Powerful as words can describe. This placement puts the unconditional in unconditional love :p; it's quite beautiful to see. And because of their characteristic lack of conditions when it comes to their way of loving, it's quite healing for the rest of us to experience their love, especially for the ones that have faced a tremendous amount of "conditional love."

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Big Bang's "Bae Bae": Exploring it's Sensuality and Symbolism.

Big Bang's song "Bae Bae" instantly captivates us with its hot and sexy nature 😏, boasting provocative lyrics and alluring melodies. However, beneath its surface, the song also cleverly incorporates elements that symbolize the cycle of life, adding depth and meaning to its overall message 🙌

1: Sensuality and Seduction

The allure of "Bae Bae" lies in its exploration of desire, attraction, and the intimate connection between two individuals. The lyrics paint a vivid picture of longing and intense physical intimacy, creating a passionate and arousing atmosphere that draws listeners in.

2: Symbolism of Life's Phases

Delving deeper into the song, we can uncover its representation of the cycle of life. Through references to natural elements and life experiences, "Bae Bae" subtly represents different stages and facets of life. Lines like "You're my venus" embody beauty and vitality, while the mention of the moon symbolizes transitions, reflecting on life's ever-changing nature.

3: Contrasting Sections and Life's Journey

The contrasting sections within the song further emphasize the representation of life's cycle. The sensual and seductive moments represent the peak of passion and desire, symbolizing youthfulness and vibrancy. On the other hand, the introspective and reflective sections mirror moments of introspection and contemplation, signifying one's journey through various stages of life.

Conclusion

Big Bang's "Bae Bae" exemplifies their ability to create music that goes beyond surface-level appeal. While initially tempting listeners with its explicit sensuality, the song also subtly imparts insights about the transient nature of life and the continuous cycle of growth, change, and introspection. It exemplifies Big Bang's mastery in crafting multifaceted music that resonates on both superficial and profound levels.

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A Natural Boost for Vitality: My Experience with Aizen Power Supplements

For many men, maintaining peak physical performance and a healthy libido can become a challenge over time. That's why I decided to try Aizen Power supplements, a natural product that's been gaining traction in the male enhancement niche.

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One of the things that initially drew me to Aizen Power was its focus on natural ingredients. Unlike some synthetic alternatives on the market, Aizen Power boasts a blend of herbs, vitamins, and minerals known to support male health. This focus on natural ingredients gave me peace of mind, knowing I wasn't putting harsh chemicals into my body.

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After incorporating Aizen Power into my daily routine, I noticed a gradual improvement in my stamina and overall performance. Whether it was hitting the gym or keeping up with an active lifestyle, I felt a noticeable difference in my energy levels. This translated into the bedroom as well, where I experienced a significant boost in sexual endurance and performance.

Rekindled Libido and a More Fulfilling Sex Life

Perhaps the most welcome change I've experienced with Aizen Power is the revitalisation of my libido. As men age, it's natural for sex drive to decline somewhat. However, Aizen Power seems to have addressed this by reigniting my desire for intimacy. This has led to a more fulfilling and enjoyable sex life for both myself and my partner.

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Not a Medical Substitute

It's important to remember that Aizen Power is a supplement, and should not be seen as a substitute for professional medical advice. If you're experiencing any underlying health conditions, always consult with your doctor before starting any new supplement regimen.

Overall, I've been thoroughly impressed with Aizen Power supplements. The natural formula, improved performance, and revitalised libido have all contributed to a significant improvement in my overall well-being. If you're a man looking for a safe and effective way to enhance your vitality and sex life, I highly recommend giving Aizen Power a try.

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Aizen Power Supplements: A Game Changer for My Confidence in the Bedroom

I've always considered myself a healthy guy. I hit the gym regularly, eat right, and maintain an active lifestyle. But let's be honest, fellas, sometimes even the healthiest of us can experience dips in our confidence, especially in the bedroom. That's where Aizen Power Supplements came in for me, and let me tell you, it's been a game-changer.

Increased Stamina and Performance

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Let's not dance around the issue, gentlemen. A firmer erection is key to a satisfying sexual experience. While I never had any major issues in this department, Aizen Power definitely enhanced my firmness. The results were noticeable and, needless to say, greatly appreciated by my partner. This newfound confidence in my physical performance translated into a more relaxed and enjoyable experience overall.

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One of the things I truly appreciate about Aizen Power is its focus on natural ingredients. I'm wary of supplements packed with chemicals and unknown fillers. Aizen Power's formula is built on natural aphrodisiacs and performance-enhancing ingredients, giving me peace of mind while I experience the benefits.

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Overall, a Positive Experience

Aizen Power Supplements have become a staple in my routine. The increased stamina, improved performance, and confidence boost I've experienced have been incredible. If you're looking for a natural way to enhance your sexual performance and impress your partner, I highly recommend giving Aizen Power a try. It's a decision you won't regret.

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Aizen Power Supplements: A Potent Ally in My Pursuit of Peak Performance

Having always been passionate about maintaining a healthy lifestyle, I've tried various supplements over the years, hoping ...

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Aizen Power Supplements: A Potent Ally in My Pursuit of Peak Performance

Having always been passionate about maintaining a healthy lifestyle, I've tried various supplements over the years, hoping to optimise my fitness and overall well-being. However, many products fell short of expectations, leaving me doubtful about their effectiveness. But recently, I came across Aizen Power Supplements, and let me tell you, they've been a game-changer.

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Before incorporating Aizen Power Supplements into my routine, I often experienced fatigue during workouts. Pushing myself to the limit felt like a distant dream. But within a couple of weeks of using the supplements, I noticed a significant improvement in my stamina. I could train harder for longer durations, allowing me to reach new fitness plateaus. This newfound energy translated into my daily life as well, making me feel more invigorated throughout the day.

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One of the biggest concerns I have with supplements is the use of harsh chemicals or artificial ingredients. Aizen Power Supplements, however, stood out because of their commitment to natural ingredients. The transparency regarding the product's formula instilled confidence in me. It was refreshing to see a company prioritise quality and safety over cheap fillers.

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A Reliable Partner in My Fitness Journey

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Aizen Power Supplements: A Game Changer for My Confidence in the Bedroom

Increased Stamina and Performance

Improved Rock Solid Results

Natural and Safe Ingredients

Discreet Packaging and Fast Delivery

Overall, a Positive Experience

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