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How to start again ✨

delete apps and social media that lowers your mood 

wear a new scent, throw away things you don’t need, delete contacts of people who make you feel unworthy, unfollow social media that makes you feel bad in any way

make a new playlist that makes you feel confident and happy 

in a journal, write down why you want to change, the traits of the person you truly want to be, the places you want to go and people that make you feel inspired

write down the things that stop you and bad habits you have, and replace those with new mindsets and habits 

before you sleep, make a detailed, achievable routine for the next day, that includes everything you want to do, including activities that genuinely make you happy

try new hobbies, like baking/cooking, playing a musical instrument, making art, learning a new skill, a sport, or a new language. you can easily get free resources online 

think about the ideal version of yourself. you can be like that, if you try your best and work hard. 

do not overwork yourself or set overly lofty daily goals and forget to do things like drink water. make your sleep and health your number one priority.

spend less time on your phone scrolling through social media. have a method of focusing on other things, like Pomodoro method or using the Forest app. 

if you can’t concentrate, commit yourself to doing it for 5 minutes. once you get into the flow it’s much easier to concentrate.

be patient and kind with yourself. it’s hard to change overnight. you’re the only one who can help change you, so be a friend to yourself.

once you start something, promise yourself you will finish it. 

have new weekly routines, like going to a cafe every Wednesday afternoon or indulging in your favourite tv show every Friday night.

do not deny yourself of good things; there needs to be a balance. similarly, do not be too generous and overdo it too much. 

dedicate a day to clean your room and organize your things if you feel stressed out. 

it may feel scary to change, as you may feel like it’s not the real you. but you’re still you, just the best version of yourself.

have a relaxing morning routine to look forward to, like making a nice breakfast, having a skin care routine, stretches, journalling, or thinking about nothing for a few minutes

have a mental image that makes you excited to do something. visualize yourself completing the goal and concentrate on it every morning.

however, learn not to rely on motivation because your brain will often turn off motivation, especially when you first begin something. have a routine, a specific time to do something, and do it. 

notice the places and people that drain your energy, and try to avoid them. find people who make you feel energized and places that calm you.

think about an enjoyable part of something. for example, when studying you can look forward to learning new things and when exercising, listening to calming music or using nice stationery. it’s actually more fun than you think. 

even though it’s hard, don’t compare yourself. you’re on your own path, and it doesn’t matter if people are better than you, because there will always be someone better than everyone. don’t be afraid to suck. so draw badly, write bad poems, run slowly, make embarrassing mistakes and fail everything. you can’t be good at something unless you’re terrible at something first. and doing anything badly is so much better than doing nothing.

don’t tell anyone about your new beginning, just start and let the results speak for themselves.

you can change and be your ideal self. but it will be hard to do that if you don’t believe in yourself. so make sure you challenge negative thoughts telling you can’t do something. tell yourself firmly that you can do it and then prove your negative thoughts wrong.

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depression tips™

shower. not a bath, a shower. use water as hot or cold as u like. u dont even need to wash. just get in under the water and let it run over you for a while. sit on the floor if you gotta.

moisturize everything. use whatever lotion u like. unscented? dollar store lotion? fancy ass 48 hour lotion that makes u smell like a field of wildflowers? use whatever you want, and use it all over. 

put on clean, comfortable clothes. 

put on ur favorite underwear. cute black lacy panties? those ridiculous boxers u bought last christmas with candy cane hearts on the butt? put em on.

drink cold water. use ice. if u want, add some mint or lemon for an extra boost.

clean something. doesn’t have to be anything big. organize one drawer of ur desk. wash five dirty dishes. do a load of laundry. scrub the bathroom sink. 

blast music. listen to something upbeat and dancey and loud, something that’s got lots of energy. sing to it, dance to it, even if you suck at both.

make food. don’t just grab a granola bar to munch. take the time and make food. even if it’s ramen. add something special to it, like a hard boiled egg or some veggies. prepare food, it tastes way better, and you’ll feel like you accomplished something. 

make something. write a short story or a poem, draw a picture, color a picture, fold origami, crochet or knit, sculpt something out of clay, anything artistic. even if you don’t think you’re good at it.

go outside. take a walk. sit in the grass. look at the clouds. smell flowers. put your hands in the dirt and feel the soil against your skin.

call someone. call a loved one, a friend, a family member, call a chat service if you have no one else to call. talk to a stranger on the street. have a conversation and listen to someone’s voice. if you can’t, text or email or whatever, just have some social interaction with another person. even if you don’t say much, listen to them.

cuddle your pets if you have them/can cuddle them. take pictures of them. talk to them. tell them how u feel, about your favorite movie, a new game coming out.

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depression tips™

shower. not a bath, a shower. use water as hot or cold as u like. u dont even need to wash. just get in under the water and let it run over you for a while. sit on the floor if you gotta.

moisturize everything. use whatever lotion u like. unscented? dollar store lotion? fancy ass 48 hour lotion that makes u smell like a field of wildflowers? use whatever you want, and use it all over. 

put on clean, comfortable clothes. 

put on ur favorite underwear. cute black lacy panties? those ridiculous boxers u bought last christmas with candy cane hearts on the butt? put em on.

drink cold water. use ice. if u want, add some mint or lemon for an extra boost.

clean something. doesn’t have to be anything big. organize one drawer of ur desk. wash five dirty dishes. do a load of laundry. scrub the bathroom sink. 

blast music. listen to something upbeat and dancey and loud, something that’s got lots of energy. sing to it, dance to it, even if you suck at both.

make food. don’t just grab a granola bar to munch. take the time and make food. even if it’s ramen. add something special to it, like a hard boiled egg or some veggies. prepare food, it tastes way better, and you’ll feel like you accomplished something. 

make something. write a short story or a poem, draw a picture, color a picture, fold origami, crochet or knit, sculpt something out of clay, anything artistic. even if you don’t think you’re good at it.

go outside. take a walk. sit in the grass. look at the clouds. smell flowers. put your hands in the dirt and feel the soil against your skin.

call someone. call a loved one, a friend, a family member, call a chat service if you have no one else to call. talk to a stranger on the street. have a conversation and listen to someone’s voice. if you can’t, text or email or whatever, just have some social interaction with another person. even if you don’t say much, listen to them.

cuddle your pets if you have them/can cuddle them. take pictures of them. talk to them. tell them how u feel, about your favorite movie, a new game coming out.

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Requirement (1/2)

Pairing: Elliot Steilsson x Aileen Swchader

Genre: Smut

Tags: Dom/sub, orgasm denial, oral sex, overstimulating

———————————

It was saturday night, and the restaurant was teeming.

They were seated in the non-smoking area, on the farest end with the long table, near two gigantic window that overlook the garden.

Two tables away, stood a little stage, in which a lady wrapped in silver dress was seated. Her fingers plucked the harp strings gently. Soft and gentle notes resonating within the room, blending in with people’s chatters and mutters. Dings and clinks added an accent for the background, the sounds coming for cutlery and glass touching one another in an attempt to celebrate.

It was perfect.

Yet all Aileen could thinked of was how to get out of there as soon as possible.

It’s not like she didn’t want to be there. She did. It was their monthly meet-ups, the only chance they could meet each other. Blame their clashed schedule, preventing them to meet any often than once or twice. This made Aileen looked forward everytime she had the chance to catch up with her friends, sharing their stories over good food and some wine.

If only the situation was a little different.

If only she didn’t feel pleasuring vibrations and buzzes every three minutes.

Aileen lets out a breath as the last drop of tingling sentation left her spine. She found herself glanced at the clock again; for the twenty seventh times in the same hour. Hoping that noone noticed her sitting on the edge of her seat.

Only ninety four minutes have passed since they seated. That makes it fifty five minutes since their plates been served. Too early to leave. Especially with her food barely touched, that would raise suspicion, for she was the one who has quite of a glutton.

Aileen turned her back to her plate again. Porcelain, crisp white, with a glistening meat right on the middle. Asparagus and arugulas crowned the expensive cut. The sauce was styled in curvy lines, decorating the plate like a streak of paint on canvas.

God, it must tasted good.

But it was not what she wanted in the moment.

What she wanted seated besides her. The man that’s currently laughing about something she isn’t paying attention to. The man that, under the table, is torturing her from inside out.

“–and I thought, okay, so I left the bar, and then-”

Whatever the hell Christian was going about, Aileen can’t pay any attention. In fact, she didn’t even know what the topic was the whole time. She tried hard, so hard to pay attention, but it was impossible. Anything that left anyone’s mouth flows around her, none of the information managed to get registered on her brain.

Her focus was on something, or rather, someone else.

The man.

Her man.

Tonight Elliot was covered in black, the only contrast is the golden tie that tied around his collar. Aileen was never a fan of the color black, thinking it gives off a rather gloomy aura, but shit does he looks hot in it.

She glanced in pheriperal vision. Stole a glimpse of his lips as it is wording each syllable. She thought about how much she wanted to graze her teeth on the outline of his cupid’s bow, suck his red,swollen lips between hers, and-

Aileen flinched as she felt slight sting on her shin. Someone had kicked her under the table. When she looked forward, she saw a pair of blue eyes staring at hers.

“You’re okay?” Skyler’s face was full of concern.

“I’m okay, Skyler-chan.” Aileen nodded, giving a weak smile to convince the teal-haired girl.

“You sure, Leen? You haven’t touch the food at all.”

“I’m..” Aileen averted her eyes, accidentally locking eyes with Airyn ,who raised her brow when Aileen looked away,before answering in hushed voice.“..in a diet program..”

“You look okay, though. Why would you need a diet? Oh well,” Skyler reached out, patting Aileen’s hand lightly, “Just don’t force yourself. I saw you shivering all night. Tell me if you don’t feel good, okay?”

“I will.” Aileen nodded, this seemed to satisfy Skyler, who immediately responded when Chiharu called.

Skyler saw her shivering.

Not good. She could get caught.

Aileen gritted her jaw and clenched the hem of her dress. A black, sleeveless, low-back dress that hung until below her knees. Lines criss-cross-ed on the back, hugging her curves and striking her figure. In the front part, near the hem of the sweetheart neckline, gold thread was sewn, dancing in curves until they met in the middle, where a tiny sapphire stone rested.

Elliot picked it for her just a day before the group dinner. The gift bag was laying in her bed, and she eagerly opened it as soon as she saw it. She loved the dress, putting it on instantly and a minute later she was busy twirling and admiring herself on the mirror. After nodding in approval, she took the gift bag to see if Elliot had given her a card.

He did.

Along with a small, round, pink ball that left Aileen a blushing mess when she realized what it was.

‘I want you to wear it to the dinner.’ It was written in cursive handwriting.

She knew exactly what got her into this situation.

Some weeks ago, she wore a dress–‘his’ dress. The one that he told her not to wear anywhere, not to show it to anyone except him. Aileen doesn’t know why he seemed so obsessed with the dress. Hence, she thougt it was not a big deal and wore the piece of clothing to a frat party.

Last week, Elliot found the photos in her phone. Even though he didn’t say any word, judging from his expression–it would be save to say he was not enthusiasted about it.

She saw this coming. Elliot likes things to be in place. In other words, he’s a control freak. It was her punishment, and she knew that should she disobey, Elliot would double-scratch that, triple the deal.

And by the love of god, if she knew this was what she’s going to face into, she would have stopped herself from slipping the thing up her region.

But what’s done is done.

Aileen took a shaky breath and calm herself. She had to look normal or her friends would know–and that would be humiliating as fuck. She ignored the beautiful friction when she shifted in her seat in order to face her friends properly.

“So, there you go, that was how it goes. It sucks a little but in the end I made it.” Christian finished with a huff, earning little applause as he bite his meal.

“That is the third time you told this story to us.” Aileen recognized the voice as Joshua’s.

“Oh, shut up, Joshua Kim, comment when you have anything interesting to tell about.” Christian sneered at the younger man, shaking his head slightly.

“Speaking of something interesting! Yesterday I-” Chika piped up, turning the other’s attention towards her.

Aileen was about to listen, until a palm landed on her thigh.

She ignored it. Keep listening to Chika’s tale about the horrible avocado candy she accidentally ate instead.

Elliot squeezed his hand, dragging the rough hand up and down her clothed skin. She knew what he wanted. He wanted her to look at him, to know that he is there. But Aileen wasn’t sure she can keep a straight face when she face him square, so she took his hand off her lap and scooted further away.

A tsk.

A click.

A long vibration traveled up her spine.

Aileen hitched as she tried to contain the moan, yet her hips rocking to feel some more albeit shamelessly.

Snapping her head sideways, she bite her lip and gave him an alarming look.

“What’s wrong, mademoiselle?” Elliot asked, sounding surprised. Annoyingly, she knew he’s not.

“No…Nothing.” Aileen let out a shaky breath, blinking rapidly as the pleasure evaporated from her.

“Are you sure? Your breathing is rather..” He leaned in at this, close enough for her to feel his lips on the outline of her ear, “..heavy, isn’t it?

“I-I…ah-” Aileen shivered when his breath fell on her neck, “..I know.”

“Okay, then, I’ll give you some space so you can breathe properly.” Elliot leaned back, a ghost of smirk twitching on the corner of his lip.

Aileen couldn’t stop herself from rolling her eyes. She took her glass, lifting it and draining it in a gulp. The flowery taste of the wine flowed inside her mouth. She took a sharp breath and was just about to reach for the tissue when another buzz alerted her, this time it’s not stopping, keeping her still in place. Elliot must’ve set it in automatic mode.

“Elliot-san, I- can we go?” Aileen tug his sleeve, practically whispering right now, “This is too much for me. Can we leave ?”

Elliot stare at her. And then at the others. And back to her again.

“It’s only been a while, honey.” He made a show with his watch, “Don’t you think it’s a little impolite to leave so soon? Just hang on for a little more.”

“Please.. Sir, please.”

It was quick, should she blink she would’ve missed it, but Aileen saw the way his eyes darkened at the honorific.

“We talked about names before, mademoiselle.” He tucked a piece of strand behind her ear, sliding his finger to her jaw right after. “Which is allowed to be called outside and which is not.”

“I’m s-sorry.” Aileen stammered, “It was a slip of the tongue. It won’t happen again.”

“Oh, I don’t know. Will it?” Elliot chuckled, he glanced to check his friends-which seems to be still occupied with their conversations;thank god. His fingers left Aileen’s face, digging in his pocket.

Aileen eyes grew a several milimetres bigger when he snucked out a small pink remote. Blood rushing to her face and she franctically looking everywhere to make sure anyone didn’t notice.

“There is no guarantee you won’t do it again, right?” Elliot flipped the remote back and forth with his fingers.

Aileen hissed through gritted teeth, “Put it back in, please-!”

Elliot stared at her, his thumb stopped on top of the slider. His tongue sliding across his fangs. “Should I or shouldn’t I?”

Aileen quickly latched to his side.

He made sure to keep the eye contact as he slide the button upwards, “Oops.”

The vibration increased by a notch, making her grind against the source. Aileen quickly buried her head on her husband’s chest. Left hand clasped her mouth, blocking a moan that’s tempting to roll out.

She mustn’t had a good job, because her friends practically whipped their heads towards her.

Aileen hitched. Her head hung low. She cursed internally, not daring to make any eye contact, not daring to make any movement. Her cheeks flushed in embarassment. She dig her feet hard on the ground, hoping that the earth will open and swallow her right there right now.

“Aileen, you are-” Christian paused, his voice sounded unsure.

Fuck. Fuck. Did they know? Just how loud she moaned?

The urge to lash out grew bigger when Aileen gather the courage to glance up at Elliot; the said man looked at her with unreadable expression, eventhough he was the one who started this game.

Aileen grimaced as she prepare herself for Christian to finish his sentence.

“–crazy sick, aren’t you?”

“No shit, sherlock. The girl is about to threw up just a second ago.” Airyn scoffed,

“Hey, no need to gas, young lady. I was just asking to be sure!”

“Aileen-chan, do you want to go to the bathroom?” Chiharu interrupts before another debate started.

“She was shivering the whole time! She must’ve got a fever. Look at how red her ears are!” Skyler pointed out.

“Masuk angin, nggak sih?”.Zefa whispered in a languange Aileen don’t quite understand.

“Sepertinya sih, tapi aku tidak yakin mereka tahu apa itu masuk angin….” Chika answered.

“You shouldn’t have force yourself to come.” Joshua stated matter-of-factly.

Sometimes, she tend to forget how dumb her friends could be.

Aileen went quiet as her friend fuss about her health. Elliot’s body shaked gently, making her sure that he is trying to contain his laughter. The man rubbed her back with one hand. The other sheathed the remote back into his pocket, turning it off in one swift motion. Aileen sighed; not clear in relief or agony, as the pleasure rides off.

“I think we’ll go home early,” Elliot announced, apologetic smile on his face, “Is that okay? We are very sorry, though.”

“Yeah, it’s fine. We can see each other again when she’s better.” Christian waved, the others nodded along.

“Get well soon, Aileen.” Zefa chirped.

“Thank you, have fun you guys.” Elliot chuckled, waving back.The crowd seemed satisfied, and off theyy go for another dilly-dally.

“Let’s go, love.” Elliot patted Aileen’s bare shoulder.

Aileen shook her head, sitting perfectly still, even when Elliot tried to pry her off so they can stand.

Elliot leaned down, speaking as soft as he can,“What’s wrong?”

“I-” Aileen licked her lips, whispering as best as she can, “I think my dress is soaked.”

Elliot’s body stilled for a second.

“Fuck, that’s hot.” The man growled, his voice dropped an octave lower. He took off his coat and drape it on her as fast as he can, “Let’s go before I lost my composure.”

Aileen rubbed her thigh. It’s crazy how his voice only can make her excited. She nodded and took his outreached hand, noticing how her legs slightly shaked as she tried to stand. Elliot catched on quickly, hand holding her waist to hoist her up.

“Come on.” He said, voice oddly soft.

They were only several steps away before a voice called out,

“Elly!”

Elliot quirked his brow, watching Skyler behind his shoulder.

“Make sure she rests well!”

Elliot paused for a few seconds,

“Of course.”

He smiled, tightening his grasp on Aileen’s waist.

Of course he would.

Just not tonight.

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Requirement (1/2)

Pairing: Elliot Steilsson x Aileen Swchader

Genre: Smut

Tags: Dom/sub, orgasm denial, oral sex, overstimulating

———————————

It was saturday night, and the restaurant was teeming.

They were seated in the non-smoking area, on the farest end with the long table, near two gigantic window that overlook the garden.

Two tables away, stood a little stage, in which a lady wrapped in silver dress was seated. Her fingers plucked the harp strings gently. Soft and gentle notes resonating within the room, blending in with people’s chatters and mutters. Dings and clinks added an accent for the background, the sounds coming for cutlery and glass touching one another in an attempt to celebrate.

It was perfect.

Yet all Aileen could thinked of was how to get out of there as soon as possible.

It’s not like she didn’t want to be there. She did. It was their monthly meet-ups, the only chance they could meet each other. Blame their clashed schedule, preventing them to meet any often than once or twice. This made Aileen looked forward everytime she had the chance to catch up with her friends, sharing their stories over good food and some wine.

If only the situation was a little different.

If only she didn’t feel pleasuring vibrations and buzzes every three minutes.

Aileen lets out a breath as the last drop of tingling sentation left her spine. She found herself glanced at the clock again; for the twenty seventh times in the same hour. Hoping that noone noticed her sitting on the edge of her seat.

Only ninety four minutes have passed since they seated. That makes it fifty five minutes since their plates been served. Too early to leave. Especially with her food barely touched, that would raise suspicion, for she was the one who has quite of a glutton.

Aileen turned her back to her plate again. Porcelain, crisp white, with a glistening meat right on the middle. Asparagus and arugulas crowned the expensive cut. The sauce was styled in curvy lines, decorating the plate like a streak of paint on canvas.

God, it must tasted good.

But it was not what she wanted in the moment.

What she wanted seated besides her. The man that’s currently laughing about something she isn’t paying attention to. The man that, under the table, is torturing her from inside out.

“–and I thought, okay, so I left the bar, and then-”

Whatever the hell Christian was going about, Aileen can’t pay any attention. In fact, she didn’t even know what the topic was the whole time. She tried hard, so hard to pay attention, but it was impossible. Anything that left anyone’s mouth flows around her, none of the information managed to get registered on her brain.

Her focus was on something, or rather, someone else.

The man.

Her man.

Tonight Elliot was covered in black, the only contrast is the golden tie that tied around his collar. Aileen was never a fan of the color black, thinking it gives off a rather gloomy aura, but shit does he looks hot in it.

She glanced in pheriperal vision. Stole a glimpse of his lips as it is wording each syllable. She thought about how much she wanted to graze her teeth on the outline of his cupid’s bow, suck his red,swollen lips between hers, and-

Aileen flinched as she felt slight sting on her shin. Someone had kicked her under the table. When she looked forward, she saw a pair of blue eyes staring at hers.

“You’re okay?” Skyler’s face was full of concern.

“I’m okay, Skyler-chan.” Aileen nodded, giving a weak smile to convince the teal-haired girl.

“You sure, Leen? You haven’t touch the food at all.”

“I’m..” Aileen averted her eyes, accidentally locking eyes with Airyn ,who raised her brow when Aileen looked away,before answering in hushed voice.“..in a diet program..”

“You look okay, though. Why would you need a diet? Oh well,” Skyler reached out, patting Aileen’s hand lightly, “Just don’t force yourself. I saw you shivering all night. Tell me if you don’t feel good, okay?”

“I will.” Aileen nodded, this seemed to satisfy Skyler, who immediately responded when Chiharu called.

Skyler saw her shivering.

Not good. She could get caught.

Aileen gritted her jaw and clenched the hem of her dress. A black, sleeveless, low-back dress that hung until below her knees. Lines criss-cross-ed on the back, hugging her curves and striking her figure. In the front part, near the hem of the sweetheart neckline, gold thread was sewn, dancing in curves until they met in the middle, where a tiny sapphire stone rested.

Elliot picked it for her just a day before the group dinner. The gift bag was laying in her bed, and she eagerly opened it as soon as she saw it. She loved the dress, putting it on instantly and a minute later she was busy twirling and admiring herself on the mirror. After nodding in approval, she took the gift bag to see if Elliot had given her a card.

He did.

Along with a small, round, pink ball that left Aileen a blushing mess when she realized what it was.

‘I want you to wear it to the dinner.’ It was written in cursive handwriting.

She knew exactly what got her into this situation.

Some weeks ago, she wore a dress–‘his’ dress. The one that he told her not to wear anywhere, not to show it to anyone except him. Aileen doesn’t know why he seemed so obsessed with the dress. Hence, she thougt it was not a big deal and wore the piece of clothing to a frat party.

Last week, Elliot found the photos in her phone. Even though he didn’t say any word, judging from his expression–it would be save to say he was not enthusiasted about it.

She saw this coming. Elliot likes things to be in place. In other words, he’s a control freak. It was her punishment, and she knew that should she disobey, Elliot would double-scratch that, triple the deal.

And by the love of god, if she knew this was what she’s going to face into, she would have stopped herself from slipping the thing up her region.

But what’s done is done.

Aileen took a shaky breath and calm herself. She had to look normal or her friends would know–and that would be humiliating as fuck. She ignored the beautiful friction when she shifted in her seat in order to face her friends properly.

“So, there you go, that was how it goes. It sucks a little but in the end I made it.” Christian finished with a huff, earning little applause as he bite his meal.

“That is the third time you told this story to us.” Aileen recognized the voice as Joshua’s.

“Oh, shut up, Joshua Kim, comment when you have anything interesting to tell about.” Christian sneered at the younger man, shaking his head slightly.

“Speaking of something interesting! Yesterday I-” Chika piped up, turning the other’s attention towards her.

Aileen was about to listen, until a palm landed on her thigh.

She ignored it. Keep listening to Chika’s tale about the horrible avocado candy she accidentally ate instead.

Elliot squeezed his hand, dragging the rough hand up and down her clothed skin. She knew what he wanted. He wanted her to look at him, to know that he is there. But Aileen wasn’t sure she can keep a straight face when she face him square, so she took his hand off her lap and scooted further away.

A tsk.

A click.

A long vibration traveled up her spine.

Aileen hitched as she tried to contain the moan, yet her hips rocking to feel some more albeit shamelessly.

Snapping her head sideways, she bite her lip and gave him an alarming look.

“What’s wrong, mademoiselle?” Elliot asked, sounding surprised. Annoyingly, she knew he’s not.

“No…Nothing.” Aileen let out a shaky breath, blinking rapidly as the pleasure evaporated from her.

“Are you sure? Your breathing is rather..” He leaned in at this, close enough for her to feel his lips on the outline of her ear, “..heavy, isn’t it?

“I-I…ah-” Aileen shivered when his breath fell on her neck, “..I know.”

“Okay, then, I’ll give you some space so you can breathe properly.” Elliot leaned back, a ghost of smirk twitching on the corner of his lip.

Aileen couldn’t stop herself from rolling her eyes. She took her glass, lifting it and draining it in a gulp. The flowery taste of the wine flowed inside her mouth. She took a sharp breath and was just about to reach for the tissue when another buzz alerted her, this time it’s not stopping, keeping her still in place. Elliot must’ve set it in automatic mode.

“Elliot-san, I- can we go?” Aileen tug his sleeve, practically whispering right now, “This is too much for me. Can we leave ?”

Elliot stare at her. And then at the others. And back to her again.

“It’s only been a while, honey.” He made a show with his watch, “Don’t you think it’s a little impolite to leave so soon? Just hang on for a little more.”

“Please.. Sir, please.”

It was quick, should she blink she would’ve missed it, but Aileen saw the way his eyes darkened at the honorific.

“We talked about names before, mademoiselle.” He tucked a piece of strand behind her ear, sliding his finger to her jaw right after. “Which is allowed to be called outside and which is not.”

“I’m s-sorry.” Aileen stammered, “It was a slip of the tongue. It won’t happen again.”

“Oh, I don’t know. Will it?” Elliot chuckled, he glanced to check his friends-which seems to be still occupied with their conversations;thank god. His fingers left Aileen’s face, digging in his pocket.

Aileen eyes grew a several milimetres bigger when he snucked out a small pink remote. Blood rushing to her face and she franctically looking everywhere to make sure anyone didn’t notice.

“There is no guarantee you won’t do it again, right?” Elliot flipped the remote back and forth with his fingers.

Aileen hissed through gritted teeth, “Put it back in, please-!”

Elliot stared at her, his thumb stopped on top of the slider. His tongue sliding across his fangs. “Should I or shouldn’t I?”

Aileen quickly latched to his side.

He made sure to keep the eye contact as he slide the button upwards, “Oops.”

The vibration increased by a notch, making her grind against the source. Aileen quickly buried her head on her husband’s chest. Left hand clasped her mouth, blocking a moan that’s tempting to roll out.

She mustn’t had a good job, because her friends practically whipped their heads towards her.

Aileen hitched. Her head hung low. She cursed internally, not daring to make any eye contact, not daring to make any movement. Her cheeks flushed in embarassment. She dig her feet hard on the ground, hoping that the earth will open and swallow her right there right now.

“Aileen, you are-” Christian paused, his voice sounded unsure.

Fuck. Fuck. Did they know? Just how loud she moaned?

The urge to lash out grew bigger when Aileen gather the courage to glance up at Elliot; the said man looked at her with unreadable expression, eventhough he was the one who started this game.

Aileen grimaced as she prepare herself for Christian to finish his sentence.

“–crazy sick, aren’t you?”

“No shit, sherlock. The girl is about to threw up just a second ago.” Airyn scoffed,

“Hey, no need to gas, young lady. I was just asking to be sure!”

“Aileen-chan, do you want to go to the bathroom?” Chiharu interrupts before another debate started.

“She was shivering the whole time! She must’ve got a fever. Look at how red her ears are!” Skyler pointed out.

“Masuk angin, nggak sih?”.Zefa whispered in a languange Aileen don’t quite understand.

“Sepertinya sih, tapi aku tidak yakin mereka tahu apa itu masuk angin….” Chika answered.

“You shouldn’t have force yourself to come.” Joshua stated matter-of-factly.

Sometimes, she tend to forget how dumb her friends could be.

Aileen went quiet as her friend fuss about her health. Elliot’s body shaked gently, making her sure that he is trying to contain his laughter. The man rubbed her back with one hand. The other sheathed the remote back into his pocket, turning it off in one swift motion. Aileen sighed; not clear in relief or agony, as the pleasure rides off.

“I think we’ll go home early,” Elliot announced, apologetic smile on his face, “Is that okay? We are very sorry, though.”

“Yeah, it’s fine. We can see each other again when she’s better.” Christian waved, the others nodded along.

“Get well soon, Aileen.” Zefa chirped.

“Thank you, have fun you guys.” Elliot chuckled, waving back.The crowd seemed satisfied, and off theyy go for another dilly-dally.

“Let’s go, love.” Elliot patted Aileen’s bare shoulder.

Aileen shook her head, sitting perfectly still, even when Elliot tried to pry her off so they can stand.

Elliot leaned down, speaking as soft as he can,“What’s wrong?”

“I-” Aileen licked her lips, whispering as best as she can, “I think my dress is soaked.”

Elliot’s body stilled for a second.

“Fuck, that’s hot.” The man growled, his voice dropped an octave lower. He took off his coat and drape it on her as fast as he can, “Let’s go before I lost my composure.”

Aileen rubbed her thigh. It’s crazy how his voice only can make her excited. She nodded and took his outreached hand, noticing how her legs slightly shaked as she tried to stand. Elliot catched on quickly, hand holding her waist to hoist her up.

“Come on.” He said, voice oddly soft.

They were only several steps away before a voice called out,

“Elly!”

Elliot quirked his brow, watching Skyler behind his shoulder.

“Make sure she rests well!”

Elliot paused for a few seconds,

“Of course.”

He smiled, tightening his grasp on Aileen’s waist.

Of course he would.

Just not tonight.

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THROUGH A RAPIST’S EYES” (PLS TAKE TIME TO READ THIS. It may save a life, It may save your life.)

An Article from

Neena Susan Thomas

“Through a rapist’s eyes. A group of rapists and date rapists in prison were interview…ed on what they look for in a potential victim and here are some interesting facts:

1] The first thing men look for in a potential victim is hairstyle. They are most likely to go after a woman with a ponytail, bun! , braid, or other hairstyle that can easily be grabbed. They are also likely to go after a woman with long hair. Women with short hair are not common targets.

2] The second thing men look for is clothing. They will look for women who’s clothing is easy to remove quickly. Many of them carry scissors around to cut clothing.

3] They also look for women using their cell phone, searching through their purse or doing other activities while walking because they are off guard and can be easily overpowered.

4] The number one place women are abducted from / attacked at is grocery store parking lots.

5] Number two is office parking lots/garages.

6] Number three is public restrooms.

7] The thing about these men is that they are looking to grab a woman and quickly move her to a second location where they don’t have to worry about getting caught.

8] If you put up any kind of a fight at all, they get discouraged because it only takes a minute or two for them to realize that going after you isn’t worth it because it will be time-consuming.

9] These men said they would not pick on women who have umbrellas,or other similar objects that can be used from a distance, in their hands.

10] Keys are not a deterrent because you have to get really close to the attacker to use them as a weapon. So, the idea is to convince these guys you’re not worth it.

POINTS THAT WE SHOULD REMEMBER:

1] If someone is following behind you on a street or in a garage or with you in an elevator or stairwell, look them in the face and ask them a question, like what time is it, or make general small talk: can’t believe it is so cold out here, we’re in for a bad winter. Now that you’ve seen their faces and could identify them in a line- up, you lose appeal as a target.

2] If someone is coming toward you, hold out your hands in front of you and yell Stop or Stay back! Most of the rapists this man talked to said they’d leave a woman alone if she yelled or showed that she would not be afraid to fight back. Again, they are looking for an EASY target.

3] If you carry pepper spray (this instructor was a huge advocate of it and carries it with him wherever he goes,) yelling I HAVE PEPPER SPRAY and holding it out will be a deterrent.

4] If someone grabs you, you can’t beat them with strength but you can do it by outsmarting them. If you are grabbed around the waist from behind, pinch the attacker either under the arm between the elbow and armpit or in the upper inner thigh – HARD. One woman in a class this guy taught told him she used the underarm pinch on a guy who was trying to date rape her and was so upset she broke through the skin and tore out muscle strands the guy needed stitches. Try pinching yourself in those places as hard as you can stand it; it really hurts.

5] After the initial hit, always go for the groin. I know from a particularly unfortunate experience that if you slap a guy’s parts it is extremely painful. You might think that you’ll anger the guy and make him want to hurt you more, but the thing these rapists told our instructor is that they want a woman who will not cause him a lot of trouble. Start causing trouble, and he’s out of there.

6] When the guy puts his hands up to you, grab his first two fingers and bend them back as far as possible with as much pressure pushing down on them as possible. The instructor did it to me without using much pressure, and I ended up on my knees and both knuckles cracked audibly.

7] Of course the things we always hear still apply. Always be aware of your surroundings, take someone with you if you can and if you see any odd behavior, don’t dismiss it, go with your instincts. You may feel little silly at the time, but you’d feel much worse if the guy really was trouble.

FINALLY, PLEASE REMEMBER THESE AS WELL ….

1. Tip from Tae Kwon Do: The elbow is the strongest point on your body. If you are close enough to use it, do it.

2. Learned this from a tourist guide to New Orleans : if a robber asks for your wallet and/or purse, DO NOT HAND IT TO HIM. Toss it away from you…. chances are that he is more interested in your wallet and/or purse than you and he will go for the wallet/purse. RUN LIKE MAD IN THE OTHER DIRECTION!

3. If you are ever thrown into the trunk of a car: Kick out the back tail lights and stick your arm out the hole and start waving like crazy. The driver won’t see you but everybody else will. This has saved lives.

4. Women have a tendency to get into their cars after shopping,eating, working, etc., and just sit (doing their checkbook, or making a list, etc. DON’T DO THIS! The predator will be watching you, and this is the perfect opportunity for him to get in on the passenger side,put a gun to your head, and tell you where to go. AS SOON AS YOU CLOSE the DOORS , LEAVE.

5. A few notes about getting into your car in a parking lot, or parking garage:

a. Be aware: look around your car as someone may be hiding at the passenger side , peek into your car, inside the passenger side floor, and in the back seat. ( DO THIS TOO BEFORE RIDING A TAXI CAB) .

b. If you are parked next to a big van, enter your car from the passenger door. Most serial killers attack their victims by pulling them into their vans while the women are attempting to get into their cars.

c. Look at the car parked on the driver’s side of your vehicle, and the passenger side. If a male is sitting alone in the seat nearest your car, you may want to walk back into the mall, or work, and get a guard/policeman to walk you back out. IT IS ALWAYS BETTER TO BE SAFE THAN SORRY. (And better paranoid than dead.)

6. ALWAYS take the elevator instead of the stairs. (Stairwells are horrible places to be alone and the perfect crime spot).

7. If the predator has a gun and you are not under his control, ALWAYS RUN! The predator will only hit you (a running target) 4 in 100 times; And even then, it most likely WILL NOT be a vital organ. RUN!

8. As women, we are always trying to be sympathetic: STOP IT! It may get you raped, or killed. Ted Bundy, the serial killer, was a good-looking, well educated man, who ALWAYS played on the sympathies of unsuspecting women. He walked with a cane, or a limp, and often asked “for help” into his vehicle or with his vehicle, which is when he abducted his next victim.

Send this to any woman you know that may need to be reminded that the world we live in has a lot of crazies in it and it’s better safe than sorry.

If u have compassion reblog this post. ‘Helping hands are better than Praying Lips’ – give us your helping hand.

REBLOG THIS AND LET EVERY GIRL KNOW AT LEAST PEOPLE WILL KNOW WHATS GOING ON IN THIS WORLD. So please reblog this….Your one reblog can Help to spread this information.

THIS COULD ACTUALLY SAVE A LIFE.”

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