Prompt Post #19

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Joe/Nicky or AndromaQuynh - blindfolded offering

[(Anonymous)]

Person A is a spirit/god/guardian/magical being. Person B is the sexual offering for that being to bring harvest/good fortune/luck to the village. Person B volunteered because it is an honor and a privilege and honestly they’ve been waiting their whole life for the opportunity. The only caveat is person B must keep their blindfold on at all times because if they see person A’s face the spell/summon/Magic will be ruined and they will have to wait for next year.

I don’t care who’s who or tops. I just had a random daydream and I’d like some identity porn please.

FILL: Joe/Nicky or AndromaQuynh - blindfolded offering

[(Anonymous)]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/30142083 I am laid bare: A few tentative moments pass, and he feels a mouth against his own. The lips are chapped, a bit rough, but the kiss feels like… it feels like something completely new, like he’s being kissed for the first time all over again. Suddenly, Yusuf just knows. He can taste salt brine like he’s just swallowed sea water, but rather than making him cough he feels as though he’s getting drunk on it. The wind begins to pick up and whistle through the ruins, swirling through his hair with the fresh, dry smell of the vast deserts just to the east. The sensations are all around him and inside him and once, and his hands fly up to the person’s- the spirit’s shoulders, just to keep himself upright.

“You’re…” Yusuf says, panting when they part. “How?