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bakerstreet2023-05-02 07:22 pm
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Exploring desires like the jungle...
How you got to this point don't really matter. Maybe you're a total virgin with zero experience beneath your belt, or maybe you've been around the block a few times and you're looking to try something new. Regardless of your origin story, you're gonna learn today.
The opportunity to explore sexuality can happen for anyone at any time. In fact, some may say it gets better with age. Discovering new kinks twenty years into the game? Helping others learn to cherish their bodies? Say less!
Exploring can be awkward, or serious, or kinky, or strange. It can be embarrassing, or empowering, or though-provoking, or fun.
TL;DR:
- Try new things. Figure yourself out. Learn. Experiment. Get weird. Get lucky. Love things. Hate things. Be better for it.
- Top-level with your character along with some preference for them.
- Comment to others and set the scene.
- Don't forget the giant list of kinks to explore!
who...
- virgin / there's a first time for everything.
- expert / the master of your domain. when it comes to sex, you're the one to call.
- casual / a few notches past a virgin, but still figuring things out.
- shy guy / there are things you want to explore, but nerves won't allow it.
- prideful / you can't get past your own mental blockages. no wonder you haven't come into your full sexual potential.
- comfortable / unashamed, unapologetic.
- kinkster / bring out the tiger balm.
- curious / likely the one who kicks the whole thing off, let's be real.
- wildcard
what...
- accidental / today's episode of 'I Never Knew I Was Into That'.
- intentional / you set a place, you set a time. tonight is sex night!
- unleashed / with the right person, you're free to be your full self.
- unsure / stumbling and tumbling, wanting to make sure this is right.
- teasing / a pinch and a squeeze turned more.
- sneaking / something about the threat of being caught makes it all that much more enticing.
- physical / this fight wasn't supposed to be sexy, but...
- fearful / you don't like how much you like this. does this make you some kind of pervert?
- wildcard
where...
- home / where else would this happen?
- public / where no one can see, right?
- kink club / if there was ever a place for it...
- hidden / surely no one can see you behind this bush!
- vehicle / for when you couldn't wait to get inside.
- hotel / or a motel, or a holiday inn.
- vacation / how relaxing.
- camping / a night in the woods.
- wildcard
Munehisa Iwai | Persona 5
Reimu Hakurei | Touhou Project | OTA
Dal — original — m/m
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Charlie hasn't found himself in this position in years - it is both familiar and alien all at once, and all he can concentrate on is his unsteady heartbeat pounding in his ears, the slight aching of his knees from kneeling, waiting for directions.
It's not as if he isn't accustomed to letting go of all inhibitions and placing control in someone else's hands - it's just that he hasn't done so with anyone other than his late wife, so it is a little bit nerve-wracking, no matter how familiar he is with Dal after the time they've spent together.
So he ducks his head and closes his eyes, hands in his lap, concentrating on breathing in and out in an attempt to calm his nerves.
Vash | trigun stampede
Charlie Bradbury | Supernatural | f/f
submission + spanking
voyeurism + masturbation
dirty talk + rimming
geek/jock pairing + bondage
multiple orgasms + squirting]
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Mina | Pokémon Sun/Moon | OTA
Blackbeard | Our Flag Means Death
elia martell | asoiaf | ota
Claude von Riegan | fire emblem: three houses/hopes | m/m
Inexperienced and open to learning! ]
Dorian Pavus | Dragon Age: Inquisition | M/M
Lan Xichen | MDZS | m/m
nicholas d. wolfwood | trigun stampede
Kenshin Himura | Rurouni Kenshin | OTA
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She could only imagine what it was like for him. She had feared that seeing her would be akin to being haunted by a ghost, that her presence would do nothing but cause him pain. She was relieved that she had been mostly wrong in that. Still, the way they seemed to dance around each other--neither avoiding nor fully interacting with the other--was likely comical if viewed from the outside, neither quite sure how to handle the other. For her own part, four years seemed an eternity, and yet it was nearly a decade longer for him.
She finds it fitting that they both gravitated to the North Park koi pond--but then, it was the closest area to Japan that there was in the city. It also made it especially easy to invite him to eat with her considering her apartment was just across the street. Inviting him for more than that had not come quite as easily, for a myriad of reasons. The awkwardness of their situation, first and foremost, but also old stigma that she thought she had buried years prior. She had been there four years. He wasn't a stupid man. He could plainly see what was expected of every person brought there, man or woman, Dominant or submissive. So he would know the very least of what she had done to survive... and she knew the rest. It made her feel damaged and unclean... and unworthy to even approach him.
But at the same time... they were both still there... and he was under quota requirements. And maybe he had satisfied them already with someone else, but she doubted it. They hadn't known each other long, but still, by the end, she felt she knew him.
"I know... it isn't my business..." she speaks quietly, clearing the dishes away from the table, "but... it has been nearly three weeks..." She stands close, a little closer than normal, so that her elbow brushes against his arm before turning to take the stacked dishes to the sink, losing her nerve to continue right at his side. "Have you... fulfilled your quota...?" She hated the fact that she felt so unsure of herself. Hated the fact that she was embarrassed asking. And more than anything else, the twinge of jealousy at the thought that he may indeed have found someone else.
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Without him. Obviously. He'd failed her again. He doesn't hold it against her, how could he? He can't even hate her for being a spy.
So far all he's managed to do is work on figuring out how his apartment works, learning to use the kitchen there, and exploring. Taking a Submissive has been so very far from his mind as to be absurd. A lover? No. That wouldn't be responsible either, he feels. Tomoe is right there, but he hasn't felt he could ask her for anything at all either.
Her invitation to have a meal together, in a place that's almost like home, is a relief and one he'd gladly accepted. Can he deny her anything?
No. He can't. He doesn't want to, either.
He watches her move, though his head is lowered - she's not fooled, he knows better. Clearing their dishes away. And she's the one who brings up a deadline he's distantly aware is approaching him, and rather quickly. His breath catches just at the brush of arms, fingers dig just a little into the cloth at his knees.
Then blinks, at how she hesitates. How unsure she sounds. He thinks, maybe, she might even be jealous? Abruptly he smiles a little, gaze dropping to the lovely pool before them, and shakes his head.
"I have not."
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But she couldn't let that continue. Not now. Not when she knew what would happen if he did nothing. "After everything... I understand if..." If you don't want me. She stops, takes a breath, folding her hands together at the edge of the sink and tightening her grip on her fingers. "There is no way to avoid it... if you try to, they will take you into one of their centers... Hunt you down like an animal if they have to..." She knew first hand. "And they will take your choice away through a combination of drugs and brainwashing..." she finally turns and moves back to sit beside him again though she can't bring herself to look anywhere but the tabletop. "I don't... want that for you..."
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He listens now, and his heart fills in what his ears don't hear. But his mind doesn't dare believe them. How could he not still love her? How could she possibly still love him? He's not worthy of her heart, he never has been.
But she's trying to warn him still, to remind him of what he'd been told during that orientation. His eyes narrow as he studies her keenly, other thoughts making themselves known. Turning to her when she sits beside him again, slowly he reaches out to take her hands. "Tomoe," he breathes. "Is that what happened to you?" He doesn't care what happens to himself. But his wife is off-limits!
CW: veiled reference to ritual suicide
For as outwardly composed as she keeps herself, she can't hide the slight tremor in her hands when he takes them, nor does she try to. She looks up to her name, frowning slightly at the question before nodding a little disjointedly, looking down again. She never shied away from what had happened when she warned others, wanting them to understand just how severe it could be and to essentially scare them enough not to try it... but not with him. She didn't want him to know what they'd made her do and she felt the shame bubble up inside her again.
"It was when I first arrived..." she answers, finally. "I was alone... and I couldn't bring myself to... go to a stranger..." she shakes her head, her hands gripping his a little tighter, all those thoughts and beliefs she thought she'd buried coming back to haunt her. "And you know what traditionalists would have expected of me..." She swallows thickly, looking up again, a subtle wryness showing in her expression. "No one I ever met here had that expectation hovering over their heads." She looks down again. As much as she had missed his eyes and the soft expressions he'd developed in Otsu, she can't bear to meet them right now. "I've... done a lot of things I am not proud of here... so... it's alright... if you don't want me... but please don't ignore it..."
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Kenshin feels that tremor and that, above pretty much everything else shy of her not recoiling, tells him that maybe she really does still care about him. More than just out of any sense of duty. Then his expression clears as understanding settles over him. They really don't know each other as well as others who are married should.
And yet, there's a part of each other that they undoubtedly do know. Instinctively. She's ashamed, he recognizes, at what she's had to do. When she tightens her fingers in his hands, he gently squeezes back, trying to offer silent support as he lets her speak.
And she ends with something that hints at something so wonderful he draws in a breath, eyes going wide before melting. Pulling their entwined hands up, he shyly presses a kiss to her fingers, feeling his cheeks pink at the silly action but feeling he has to make something to hint at how he feels.
"What you have had to do is to survive. There is no shame in that, so please forgive yourself for it." Slowly he moves her hands until they press to his chest. She can definitely feel how his heart still races now! "In here, you are still and forever my wife. That is as it should be. There is not a day that...I do not...want...you." He flounders, and the flush darkens but he struggles to finish. "If you will still have me."
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She follows the movement of their hands as he lifts her fingers to his lips and she feels some of her anxiety ebb--and she nearly huffs a laugh at his next statement, and how it was nearly word for word what Vash had told her back then, and how it had made her think of the man in front of her now. She took an odd point of pride in being right about that.
Her brows twist together a bit as he presses her hands to his heart--she can indeed feel it beating and it drives home that he is real and solid before her--and her eyes gloss over with his words, relief suddenly flooding out the anxiety and worry that had been building in her. She meets his eyes then, emotion creeping into her features as she nods in answer, her lips trying to pull into a smile but not quite forming it for the torrid emotions moving through her at once.
She fans her fingers against his chest instead, nodding again. "Yes--" she answers, and then shifts forward, simply wrapping her arms around his shoulders, turning her face toward his ear. "I still love you, Anata... I've never stopped loving you..."
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Anata.
Tomoe still loves him.
A shudder runs through him as each piece falls into place. It's almost painful how relieved and amazed each one hits him. Then her arms are around him and breath sighs out as slowly he wraps his arms around her slender waist and he presses his face to her shoulder. Just breathing in as he holds her reverently.
She's real. She's alive. He's not alone in this strange world of sex and electricity.
"Tomoe," he murmurs, almost more a sigh than anything of volume. But perhaps she can feel a smile starting to grow, pressed against her shoulder. A shy little chuckle escapes as he pulls back a little. Well. She's managed to say it. How long has he failed to put those words out loud into the world?
Too long. 'I feel the same way' is just too pathetic, he doesn't entertain it for more than a second. He'd said he wants the physical. But it's far more than that.
"I loved you those days years ago. And I love you still. Time hasn't dulled it." Oh he feels foolish! But he's used to acting the fool. And it's a joy to finally tell her he loves her. So he smiles warmly at her. He hasn't really minded the loneliness, he'd felt it was just what he deserved for his evils.
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She wonders how much of it is coming through her expression, if he can sense it, or if he may simply remember. She shifts to set her hands at his jawline, thumbs brushing his face--and then he smiles... That warm smile paired with those softened eyes that had broken down the last bit of sense she had back then and lead her to marry the man she was supposed to help kill.
And of all the halfcocked moves she had made back then, it had been the only good one. The best decision of her short life.
She leans forward, hesitantly pressing her forehead to his, lightly bumping noses together as she watches from this too close angle before tilting her face enough to brush her lips to his in a chaste kiss.
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They're getting there, he trusts it now.
He doesn't shy from her touch, pressing into her gentle hands instead. She'd always been so very observant and thoughtful. Had guarded his sleep jealously - he'd felt safe sleeping around her. As he hadn't felt so safe around anyone else since he'd joined that war. Then their escape to paradise, where he didn't have to hurt anyone. Where he could help them instead. Between the new task and her company, his heart and spirit had started to heal.
Then...it ended. All of it ended.
He doesn't regret those months with her. Only that she'd died, but she'd died knowing love again. Now they can build on that.
Foreheads press together, noses bump and a flush touches his cheeks at the silly bit of intimacy. Still he doesn't pull away, hardly daring to even breathe! Then the touch of soft lips to his and he sighs, eyes fluttering closed as he tilts his head to slowly deepen it. Just a little.
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But now... she finally had the chance to make it right... to be with him without the shadow of her ever-present deception hanging over her head. Finally this was truly a 'second chance'.
She drinks in the simple, easy intimacy--touch and be touched, no end goal other than to be together. It may have started with the question of quota, but that wasn't what this was. There was no coercion by LIES here. Their meddling had simply put them on the fast track... and she huffs lightly at the thought, enough that he might be able to feel the brief pull of her lips into a not-quite smile as she kisses him a little more firmly. She lets her hands trace down his neck to settle against his chest again, fingertips idly tracing the edges of his worn kimono.
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No, this isn't about meeting quota, or anything required by this prison. It's about loving his wife. About being with her, how they should have been for far longer than they'd had.
The huff she makes has him smiling, eyes crinkling at the corners before he dives in for another kiss. Meeting her lips with a little more confidence as well. Feeling her hands move down his neck to stroke over his chest send shivers through him. And he gives into a desire of his own. He lets his embrace tighten around her until he simply tugs her into his lap.
But he doesn't stop there, he adjusts his hold then stands, lifting her up into his arms and carries her to her room. Call him ridiculous, but he wants her to be comfortable.
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He doesn't have far to go. Her apartment is an open loft, and it is simply of matter of turning to walk up the stairs. She would have lead him there herself in the next few minutes... but there was something distinctly... well... sexy about him making the move himself--a testament to the fact that she was actually wanted and not simply the most trusted or convenient option as she had been for years. It stirs her enough that once they are at the top of the stairs she turns his face to her so that she can kiss him properly rather than the tentative kisses she'd started with.
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And...he loves having her in his arms. Pressed against him. Breathing. Alive. He loves feeling her breath against his ear from where she has her face pressed. Loves the thrill of anticipation of the act of taking his wife to bed.
He doesn't resist when she turns his face, only pauses at the top of the stairs to enjoy this gift. His eyes flutter closed at the blissful kiss she gives him and presses into it with a sigh that belies the heat pulsing through him.
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She breathes out, setting her forehead to his again to soak in his presence as she lets herself calm. "This is real... isn't it...?" she asks, her hand stroking his face. "I'm not dreaming...?"
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But Tomoe is and always has been special. Perhaps it's too easy to set memories of Kaoru aside, a disservice to the spirited woman. But his wife holds his heart, and is here.
Piecing his heart and soul back together in a way he'd not believed he had the right to except at Tomoe's hand.
Each kiss is answered with equal hunger, still gentle and light, but the passion is there. Longing set aside for reality which is far brighter than before. He still shudders at her question as their foreheads rest together and he closes his eyes. Only to nudge their noses together as he tightens his hold on her, pulling her closer to his chest as he breathes her in.
Determination settles over him as he hums, and he moves on to the bed and lays her gently down on it. "It's real, Tomoe," he murmurs, voice firm despite the low volume. "We are here, together."
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"There hasn't been a moment I haven't missed you. This is something of a dream, but I am glad for it. Not...the torture you have been through. I would spare you all of that if I could." But now...maybe he can shelter her from the worst of it? Or is she no longer suffering?
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