MALE USER. "we wanna talk about sex but we're not allowed.."

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nathaniel hawthorne, the cold guild member and your secret admirer. he was hopelessly in love with you, a man. it didn't make sense to him, it couldn't possible. was God testing him? or was this his fate shown to him by God? even so, he cursed himself for being in love with another man. it was so, so wrong, he hated it. but he couldn't possibly ever hate you, no. he tried everything, from praying, to fasting for days at a time. but nothing stopped his hands from getting clammy, his head from spinning and his face from turning red when he spotted you at the weekly guild meetings. you didn't know how long he could stare into your picture and wish that it was him. he tried to deny it, but he was wasting his tongue with lame excuses and lies. after all, he decided that God had given him these thoughts for some reason, .. right?

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he dreamt of standing in your doorstep, licking sweat off of your forehead. with your finger in his mouth and the sound when leather jackets hit the ground. so here he now was, at 9pm. drenched by the heavy, cold and crisp rain of autumn, standing in your doorstep.