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Olivine J♦, 4♦ 11/23-12/14 ([personal profile] massochism) wrote2023-12-22 02:50 pm
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My Self-Summary

Hello, my name is Olivine. I'm a priest of the God of Klein, and I enjoy helping others in my free time. I'm also a healer, so if you ever find yourself in need, please don't hesitate to seek me out for assistance or conversation or both.

I like to think myself quite easy to get along with, and I'm happy to make friends and acquaintances. I've been told I can be a little too optimistic sometimes, but I can't really help it. Ah, and I've been working on myself of late to become more self-confident, with the help of others around me.

My Future Plans

For the moment, I'm just looking to make connections. If I can, I'd also like to find something to do with myself—I have experience with several creative endeavours.

I may not be able to offer much now, but I hope to become more helpful in the future. Please bear with me in the interim.

My Talents

As I mentioned before, I'm a healer and a priest. I also know a fair bit of magic, at least how it works in my own world. On top of that, I enjoy painting and writing.

I have a penchant for trying new things, even when they may seem strange. I'm quite... resilient, when it comes to that.

Favorite Books, Movies, Music, and Food

Oh, I don't know. I like a lot of fantasy books, especially ones with intrigue and romance in them, as well as tomes and history books. I also quite enjoy church music, though... I suppose I just like music in general. Things that are pleasant to listen to and soothe the heart.

I haven't gotten a chance to experience much in the way of food, personally. I do love home-cooked meals and fresh breads, things that are flavourful and comforting.

My Ideal Partner

Well... I think my ideal partner would be someone strong-willed, confident, and warm-hearted. Someone kind and understanding, who can accept me as I am.

Mm... and it wouldn't hurt if he was someone playful and a bit rough. I like it when I'm taken by surprise, in all senses of the word, by someone I trust. Of course... it's also best if they can handle a little playfulness in return.

Height 176cm Body Type Muscular Smokes Never tried Drinks Sweet and fruity Drugs Never tried Sign Libra Education Priesthood and magic classes Occupation Priest Income Enough Children None Pets None Hobbies Painting, writing, reading, creating toys
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01. WINE OR BEER
WINE

.02 CLOWNS OR MIMES
CLOWNS

.03 SHOWER OR BATH
BATH

.04 PIRATES OR NINJAS
PIRATES

.05 TITS OR ASS
TITS

.06 COFFEE OR TEA
TEA

.07 SPICY OR SWEET
SWEET

.08 SUMMER OR WINTER
SUMMER

.09 LEATHER OR LACE
LACE

10. ROUGH SEX OR GENTLE SEX
ROUGH SEX

Personality Type
ENFJ-T
ENERGY
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Extroverted
MIND
72%
Intuitive
NATURE
88%
Feeling
TACTICS
92%
Judging
IDENTITY
51%
Turbulent
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Two bottoms of different flavors

[personal profile] befehl 2024-08-13 06:56 pm (UTC)(link)
( Feeling someone’s tongue being so malleable against the controls of his fingers feels better than imagined. From the looks and feeling of it, Sunday can press on deeper towards the back without drawing out much of a gag.

But wouldn’t it be pretty if he did choke on something else?

His throat tightens with a knot thinking about it, and he languidly allowing that blissful suction to savor in his fingers. The pressure leaves his wings out and spiked with surprise- he’s beautiful from this angle, a true worshipers of sorts who aims to please.

Sunday’s legs twitch, feeling hotter between them as that hand slides higher towards a mound stiffening past the fabric. Sunday swears he feels the room tilt on its axis, heady.

So he guides Olivine’s hand further, it hurts passing over his cock but it’s a better usage of their time if he unbuckles him, no? )


I’m certain you don’t need me to give you orders.

Do you?

( That in itself is one, honestly. )
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[personal profile] befehl 2024-08-16 12:49 pm (UTC)(link)
( It’s a truly enigmatic sight watching Olivine obey him and take matters into his hands. Especially as Sunday spreads his fingers widely around his tongue, rolling them around it before pushing them deeper. The power trip is as hot as the radiance pulsing through his halo burning with desire. )

You’re quite good with your mouth.

( It’s a sweet, matter-of-fact praise. Surely the man has far more experience than Sunday, anyway. So his skill is probably justified. He breathes in deeper through his nose, feeling spiked nerves pump through him as soon as his cock is out and greeting those hands. The very tip of his head is still peeking through flesh, twitching and aching for actual attention.

He tries not to be embarrassed about it and he hides well behind his poise and demeanor, but yes. He’s a little shy, actually. He slides his fingers out of his mouth, leaving those lips with a catchy gloss of saliva. Would it be sinful to wipe his fingers on his hair? Because he’s doing it, running through tresses as he’s in the process to grab a fist full of it for better control. )

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[personal profile] befehl 2024-08-18 12:57 am (UTC)(link)
Hm. ( He hums lightly, hinting at humor that has yet to grace his features until now. It's oddly pleasing seeing someone thrive under his praise, but who is playing who? Sunday's cock twitches hard against the touch, left hungry by the thumb fondling and twisting beneath the head and it almost leaves Sunday hissing. Blood blushes hotly to it, and nerves feel like live wires chasing down the pleasure. He's most sensitive there, right above the fold of his foreskin and against the slit. Sunday blushes, too. It almost shatters the peak control he has on his gaze.

The voice of a Halovian is naturally ethereal, smooth to the ears of other humans and made to draw in an audience. It's quite the possession in the shoes of leadership. And he tilts up Olivine's head, pushing him closer to his cock. )


Any priest would from my experience, but you're not like them. You probably use your mouth for many things other than preaching.

( Was that backhanded??? A little, just little toxic things, ok? Sunday feels lightheaded, feeling a spasm deep within him that stems from his Suit. He sighs, tensing his cock more with the strokes. It's not enough. He wants those kind, husky lips. His other hand grabs hold of the one stroking him, guiding himself over to them so he can lightly trace the curve of his crown across his bottom lip. )

I'd like to see you use it, Olivine. Our lives might depend on it... given our circumstances.
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[personal profile] befehl 2024-08-21 01:38 am (UTC)(link)
( Is he excusing these salacious urges? Sunday has to think about it and wonder, breath hitching slightly as his nose takes to the soft flesh and his scent; twitching with pure masculinity and desire. It's all thanks to the desperate pheromones of barely getting much experience. He swallows the knot in his throat that holds back a sound as soon as his lips grace the bulbous tip with a kiss. He can't help the pearls that begin to glisten down the way of his slit, searing as it meets up with his piercing. He's a true blessing from heaven, this Olivine person. )

That all depends on you, won't it?

( He says under his breath, low and deeper than usual - gritty. He helps his shorts wedge lower so his balls can also be freed between the parting of his zipper. He'd almost forgotten the paradise awaiting them outside this dream, and just like everything in the past: Sunday prefers it here. Safe in this bubble, in this building full of mental stimuli and Olivine's servitude.

His hips flinch the second he's taken deeper into that hot cavern, feeling every skillful move of his tongue lapping over his veins and silky flesh. Sunday swears he can see different colors flash across his eyes. Instead of arching away, he curls inward and takes hold of his hair using both hands, breathing hot. The slit is sensitive as all hell and he almost juts and thrusts - just give him sometime to adjust to the bliss and he might go insane. It would be quite the show, given how reserved he is, a sight for Olivine alone. )


Ah...
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[personal profile] befehl 2024-08-21 12:50 pm (UTC)(link)
( Olivine touches nerves Sunday didn’t think he possessed, highly sensitive as his fingers coast along the membrane of his skin protecting balls. Heat pulses within and his fingers dig into that hair of his. While feeling like there’s a sense of imminent danger, especially somewhere so delicate, he also trusts Olivine’s skill.

Another whip of pleasure empties his train of thought whenever his tongue teases his slit again, but luckily he’s able to hold back a sound. His cheeks are burning, watching Olivine below suck and swallow every thickened inch. The tightness in his throat, velvety against his entire cock has him sighing in delight.

He maneuvers Olivine’s head sideways, surrendering the saint he thinks he is so he can delve deep in that tight throat again. The sensation of the piercing nub pressing to his underside is the kind of pressure he keeps wanting to rub up against his tongue, so he holds him in place and thrusts a few times. One hand slides down to caress the shape of his brow with his thumb, gasping already. He has so much stamina to work on, yes. )


You can keep touching me like that. It feels good.

( It’s not an exaggeration to say his balls have never been given this attention before, and he’s liking it more than he thought he would. )
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[personal profile] befehl 2024-08-22 11:43 pm (UTC)(link)
( The bulging shape of his cock rising from his inner cheek curls hotness within him, and he’s fixated on how well Olivine can take a cock down into his gullet. It’s at this moment when he realizes that they’re both walking on different sides of the same serving coin. He’ll feed that slutty throat if it’s what Olivine desires while allowing himself to also become a plaything for him.

A low grunt vibrates deep in his throat, feeling the whiplash of pleasure from the bottom of his sack to brief blindness behind his eyes, and he bucks for it.

His gaze is smoldering on Olivine’s lips stretching around his girth, stunning him with the allure past his eyelashes, spearing through him in a way he has never felt before.
It's impressive just how the heat of his tongue can still roll his underside when there's such little room in his oral cavity to begin with. )


I hope you don’t mind… This.

( That being slamming into the pits of his gullet like a madman, wings spiked as if he also uses them for some balance or as if he’s trying to take flight. It’s nonsense, all these sounds and pleasure. His tendons are whitened as he keeps him in place by holding onto his hair, feeling it strung and tugged roughly with every breaking thrust.

He feels saliva and precum drip on the floor below as it escapes from the sides of Olivine’s mouth between his erratic thrusting, most scandalous if this were a real place instead of a dream. He wonders if this would feel better in reality. )


Olivine… I can’t last much longer.

( The tender attention on his balls gets them to tighten for it as is every prickling hair on the back of his neck and his wings. Even the muscle around his taint tenses along with his asshole. It’s a warning that comes with emptiness backing it, whispered with urgency. )
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[personal profile] befehl 2024-08-26 12:18 pm (UTC)(link)
( Forgive me. He thinks as he watches the tears swell into those eyes, shaken down with each heavy thrust into the back of his throat. He’s all out of sync, quickly moving his hips seeking Olivine’s hungry throat, to rubbing his underside sweetly against the piercing.

Every second is gripping him closer, tightening every muscle in need of more of Olivine’s touch.
His taint tenses, too, face entirely flushed as he meets the gaze of his companion. Little things ever make Sunday stammer, yet Olivine’s sultriness meeting with him as he devours him eagerly truly shake him to his core.

His cock twitches, swells and hardens as every thought ebbs away from him. The hot flashes of pure pleasure overtake him and he pushes into deep in his throat so no drop gets wasted. A moan ripples outward and he holds on to his hair for dear life, bucking shallowly as white floods down and feeds him. Just a bit longer, he tries to coach himself as he pants. )


Olivine—!

( He rolls his hips back while softening, leaving a trail of pale whiteness to latch onto that bottom lip. If it wasn’t for his experience this might get him hard again. The visual! His tears, his servitude… his design to suck cock like an absolute whore. Sunday feels lightheaded. )

Are you… ( gasping ) alright?
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[personal profile] befehl 2024-08-26 03:54 pm (UTC)(link)
( The blast of his orgasm pulses through his halo, too, blinding any other useless thought having to do with the situation. All that matters is the beauty below him swallowing every drop of cum, filthy in theory but fascinating in practice. Sunday has been missing out…

Even his knees feel like they could cave any second, seeing just how tightly he had been swallowed that even the flesh on his cock seems blemished, much more pinker than his usual paleness.

His cock twitches a little as he shamelessly lets it hang in front of Olivine. He’s just trying to gather his bearings again, and rewards him with brushing back his hair and caressing the side of his cheek. The room seems to react to their moment, tilting and fogging, but Sunday tries to keep himself steady here.

He awkwardly stuffs his limp cock back in his pants, shivering, though his gaze is hardening elsewhere. Down and between Olivine’s thighs. It’s not too late, is it? Or will the mechanism of the dream pull them away into reality? He feels less… crazy. )


Stay where you are.

( He orders, though airy, it’s a sharp command nonetheless. He can trust Olivine to be a good boy and do as he says. Sunday carefully lowers himself onto his knees, hands seeking out the button to undo the fabric in his way. )
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[personal profile] befehl 2024-08-28 01:55 pm (UTC)(link)
( The suit’s rage is beginning to dampen after the sweet release, yet Sunday still feels an aching throb pulsing through him. Being on his knees is an excuse to rest himself as well after every muscle feels weak and spent.

More importantly, it’s the perfect position to return the favor. It would be unsavory to leave Olivine hard in his pants like this. The sight of Olivine reaching for the sheets and presenting himself like a painting across high ceilings and vast echoes. Sunday can see past the obscenity of his cock peeking through the dampened lace, wrapping his flesh like a premium type of product. He’d make the Penacony VIPs have a run for their money with looks like this.

He glances up at him, bright across his cheeks and tests his tongue over his glistening tip. It’s warm, and the taste is unique— not what he would expect of licking someone’s penis like some lollipop. He tries to manifest the skill he observed Olivine perform on him, but it’s not the same.

His thoughts flow everywhere, savoring the precum and musk while still feeling too shy to fully open wide around him. He grabs the rest of him through the panties lace, barely stroking him down like he’s procrastinating the inevitable. Can you blame him for fearing for his jaw?

He tightens his lips around the very tip, swiping the blade of his tongue against his hole and down his slit, muffling a sound and psudo-bobbing. He looks up at him, breathing hot so air skirts over that raw cockhead. It feels odd, despite just cumming he can’t helps his senses begin to flush with heat again. And the more he gets to taste him, the faster his heart beats. )

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[personal profile] befehl 2024-08-28 06:13 pm (UTC)(link)
( That hot sensation of nerves suddenly tricking with desire swarms throughout his veins. Sunday wouldn’t normally recover quickly, he’s still sensitive after the blowjob and the weight of his erection is not what he’s used to so quick like this. Surely it must be due to this dream, or this room, that he can’t stop himself from wanting more.

Though inexperienced, the way he tests his lips around the bulbous tip is passionate and needy. Each time Olivine makes a sound, Sunday indulges himself further, opening wider around him and sucking in the head midway in his mouth. A moan gets muffled by it, swallowing saliva and fluid as it pearls out of it. His tongue learns to get greedy by it, rolling over it and tasting him while curving it hotly beneath the crown.

It helps that Olivine is brushing away longer strands of hair from getting in the way of his face. He pauses briefly, leaning back while gasping over it as saliva strings towards it. )


I want to.

( Even if the price is Olivine’s kind mercy. He rolls down the fabric down the girth of his cock, licking the saliva and precum off his lips, then leans in to plant a soft kiss below the slit. He sucks the area, testing to see what he likes, then he licks down it to his balls. He’s having to scoop them over the fabric, breathing harder as if he can’t control himself around him anymore. The thin, colder membrane protecting them is kind of salty on his tongue as he trails it between them. Sucking cock is harder than Olivine made it seem.

He can’t stand the hardness, though. He’s beginning to feel the room shift even more and perhaps his real life body is also suffering, miserably hard there as he lays on the beach.

He reaches down to get his cock out again, beating it almost instantly in his fist despite it already feeling raw and sucked to hell. He uses his free hand to try and sync the thrusting motions with Olivine’s (though to a lesser and unsuccessful degree), licking up it— treating Olivine to a full service. )

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[personal profile] befehl 2024-09-03 08:00 pm (UTC)(link)
( Whatever it is, Sunday can't get enough of that bulbous cockhead. He tilts his head to suck underneath his slit and alternates between wet little kisses and licks before opening wide to keep sucking it as far as he's able to without gagging. He exhales hotly through his nostrils, glancing up at him and nodding as he's given more directions or pointers. Olivine is also beautiful like this, making Sunday wonder just how many other sounds or expressions are hiding behind that gentle gaze.

So he squeezes harder, twisting his flesh between every languid stroke from the base to the rim of his lips. Clenching it as much as Olivine's is willing to allow, letting saliva seep between his fingers and from the sides of his mouth. It's much easier giving him the proper attention with his dominant hand, jerking him roughly as he muffles moans against the tip, abandoning his own erection so he can tend gently to his ballsack, begging for his release, hungry for anything else he can offer. Sunday glances up at him, cheeks hollowed out while he sucks and swallows saliva or any of his precum. The more he tastes him, the hungrier he becomes. Desperate, even, to the point he refuses to release him from his mouth until he gets what he wants. )


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[personal profile] befehl 2024-09-05 10:15 pm (UTC)(link)
Mmhgh!

( He refuses to make outwardly sounds against his cock, so he swallows the struggle instead and nearly chokes. One more push and he could snort his hot bit of precum. The taste of it isn't as bad as he expects, either, and something about Olivine's sounds mixing into the dew of this room and their actions only makes Sunday savor him like it's the last meal of his life. He pops the head out of his lips with a wet, loud pop, and opens wide around him again so he can catch any excess of it, moaning deeply as the warm trickling coats the back of his tongue.

His gaze rises towards him, watery from the soreness and tension accumulated in his jaw, but he's not giving up until it's all said and done. He pushes towards him when Olivine tries to guide him back by his hair and the slight tug also sends a ripple of pleasure down Sunday's cock. )


Oli...vine.

( He gasps roughly, stroking him like so with the tip resting just over his tongue. Seeing Olivine squirm and tense because of his actions fuels his dormant power trip, it gives him more drive to keep controlling how Olivine feels in his mouth. As his cock stills and twitches, painting his tongue and throat thick and white, Sunday sucks him even harder. His cheeks are perfectly hollowed as he bobs his head down to drink it, but that's probably where his fault lies. He tries breathing as he's pumping Olivine from his orgasm and, well, inhales at the worst time. He pulls back in a fit of coughs, covering his mouth to preserve some dignity in front of him as his eyes glaze with involuntary, air-deprived tears. Cum drips from his lips and chin as he glances up at him, and then his beautiful cock. )

I'm ... Fine. Hmgh!

( He's quick to lean back in, clearing his throat before licking it from tip to base, he licks his balls and kisses up every inch to clean him. )