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ladamedusoif · 4 months

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Long Distance - Marcus Pike x F!Reader

Pairing: Marcus Pike x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit; 18+ MDNI

Word count: ~2000

Warnings: SMUT; Established relationship; Reader lives in Europe; No physical description of Reader; Older!Marcus; Marcus with a PhD; FaceTime sex; masturbation (F and M); oral sex (F receiving); unprotected but safe PiV sex; dirty talk; come (cum) play

Summary: Happily settled with you on the other side of the Atlantic and now working primarily in consultancy, Dr Marcus Pike sometimes finds himself travelling back to the US for work. But there’s always video calling, right?

A/N: I got...carried away. Ahem. I'm not really using taglists any more so follow my writing blog @ladameecrit and turn on notifications. Thank you @agentjackdaniels for previewing this smutty little story.

You never really sleep easy when he’s not here. Strange, after all those years on your own, comfortably splayed out across your large mattress. A year of sharing a bed with Marcus, though, and you feel unsettled without him.

The display on your sunrise alarm clock reads 1.30am when your phone lights up with a message.

You still awake? x

Your fingertips tap out a swift response.

Very much so. x

You settle yourself and your phone as the call comes through. A moment of connection, and there he is: Marcus. Your Marcus, looking so very distinguished with his wavy, silver-streaked hair, warm eyes, and mischievous, boyish smile. He breaks into a wide grin as you appear on the screen.

“There you are, baby.”

"Here I am, love. How are you doing?” You cast a glimpse over the schlubby old FBI t-shirt he sometimes wears lounging around the house. “Are you in bed already?”

Marcus groans and rolls his eyes. “Yup, pretty much. I’m so tired, the clients all want to start at the crack of dawn. Why are they all so obsessed with breakfast meetings here?”

You chuckle. “Sweet man, you’ve become Europeanised.”

"I mean, you do have the better coffee.” He props himself up, resting his chin on his hand. “I miss you so fucking much. It’s only been three days and I’m going crazy.”

"I miss you, too. But what is it - tonight, and then two more nights? And then you’re all mine again.”

Marcus’s chocolate-brown eyes soften as he smiles softly, taking you in. “God, I can’t wait. Fuck, you look so good. Is that the, uh… that nightdress?”

You preen a little for the camera, innocently moving your body ever so slightly. You’re confident that he’s now got an even clearer picture of your tits, nestled in the burgundy lace of your - and his - favourite strappy chemise.

“This old thing?”

He shakes his head and bites his lower lip, grinning. “You are a tease. You know exactly what you’re doing.”

"And what am I doing, Dr Pike? Use all that agent training, tell me. Decipher me.”

He licks his lips. “You’re showing off your beautiful tits, knowing perfectly well I can’t stand not being able to touch them right now.”

You keep eye contact but trail a finger along the soft line of your cleavage, slipping it under the lace to flick gently over your nipple. All the way across the Atlantic, Marcus groans on his DC hotel room bed.

"Oh, I see. You liked that, hmmm?”

He nods. “You know I liked it, baby. Fuck, you are gorgeous, you know? Just…perfect.”

You notice his right arm moving a little, working at something off-screen.

“Are you hard, darling? Are you touching your cock?”

"Mmmm. Yeah, just - just through my shorts.” His gaze flits from your tits to your eyes and back, his breath a little laboured. “You turn me on so much, feel like I’m going crazy.”

“Will you jerk off for me, Marcus? Let me see how hard I make you. Please.” With a flutter of your eyelids you slip down the spaghetti straps of your chemise to reveal your breasts, nipples hard and soft flesh spilling over the lace cups.

"Fuck. Oh, fuck. Yes. Hold on -“ He reaches for his phone and angles it just so, so you can see him tugging down the dark grey sweat shorts and his hard, thick cock springing free against his tummy. He wraps his right hand around it, gently pulling back the foreskin to reveal the head already weeping with pre-come.

Now it’s your turn to whine as your pussy clenches around nothing, reacting to the sight of his cock ready and waiting and so far away. Marcus grins as he continues to stroke himself.

"Think you need to play with your pussy, too.”

You nod and slip a hand between your legs, gathering some of your growing wetness and displaying it to him on your fingers. “See how much I miss you, love?”

He speeds up a little, fucking into his fist and never taking his eyes off you. “Fuck, I wish my mouth was on that pretty little cunt of yours. Wish I was eating you out right now, baby.”

"And I wish I had your gorgeous, hard cock in my mouth, darling.” You start to rub harder, insistent circles over your swollen clit and moan as you listen to the sound of your boyfriend jerking off.

He moans and closes his eyes. “Talk to me. Tell me, what would you do?”

“I’d use my tongue - lick the shaft, first, the way you like it.” The sound of your wetness is lewd and arousing. “Then - oh, fuck - take you into my mouth, suck the head, stroke you with my hand…”

Marcus pauses to spit into his hand, a poor substitute for the lubrication offered by your slick. “Keep going. Keep fucking going, love.”

“Fuck, I wish I had that gorgeous cock inside me.” You slip a finger inside your pussy and whine at the sensation as you press on the sensitive spot he knows exactly how to work. “M’finger is nothing, need you.”

Marcus pants as he continues to stroke his cock, and pulls up his t-shirt to expose his belly. He’s getting close. “Wish I was fucking you, too. Feeling - oh, fuck - all of you on my cock, pulling out and…” He screws up his face and groans and your cunt aches for him. “Fuck, I want to come on your tits.”

Your free hand finds your breast as you continue to rut against your hand, fingers pinching the nipple and massaging the flesh. It’s your Marcus. He deserves a show, and you’re only too happy to deliver. He grunts and groans, never taking his eyes off you.

“I’m really close, Marcus.” Your hips buck upward as you near your peak. “I’m gonna come for you - fuck, gonna -“

He strokes himself furiously, desperately, as he watches you reach orgasm - and talks you through it.

"Jesus, look at you. Coming on your own hand - oh, fuck - getting yourself off for me. Good girl. Good - fuck, gonna come - fucking good girl.”

He comes hard, angling his cock so that the white, viscous come hits his bare tummy. Your cunt still aches for him.

“I wish I was there to clean you up, Marcus.”

He chuckles and lies back on the pillows, curls damp with sweat and a huge smile on his face. He grabs his phone so you can see him. “Right back at you. Bet you’re so wet now, huh?”

“Soaked.”

“Fuck. Hope you’re ready for when I come home, baby.”

In the early morning, your sleeping form rests peacefully in your large bed, an arm cuddling a pillow to your torso for comfort. When you’d set your alarm the night before, you reminded yourself that you just had two more nights before he was home again.

Two more nights. Two more sleeps. And then: him. Him. Only him.

A shifting weight on the mattress stirs you, still halfway between waking and slumber. In the hazy half-light, you turn your head and find a beautiful, familiar sight.

“Hi, baby.”

“M-Marcus? What are you - did I get my dates wrong? I thought you were back tomorrow…”

“I was supposed to be,” he says softly, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. “and I took an earlier flight because I just missed you so much. Hey - is that my shirt?”

You nod, turning your body wholly towards him and nuzzling against him. “It is. Your Georgetown T-shirt, I just - it feels like you.” He pulls you close and kisses the top of your head. “Marcus - what about the work?”

He hums happily. “The clients were happy, and there isn’t much more to do that I can’t do from here.”

He moves his lips to your neck, softly nipping and licking the delicate skin as his big hands work their way under the T-shirt and up to your breasts.

“I have been thinking about this the whole way home.”

You giggle. “Oh really? And you were able to keep yourself under control?”

Marcus kisses you on the mouth as he nods, fingers kneading your tits. “My self-discipline was tested, I admit, but oh, fuck, baby…”

Your hands are on his crotch, feeling the growing hardness under the grey sweatpants he likes to wear on long-distance flights. You lean into his ear as you tug down the sweats and his boxers, taking his cock in your hand.

“Why don’t you see if I’m still wet from the other night?”

With a groan, Marcus slips his hand between your legs and finds the wetness already pooling at your core. “Pretty fucking wet, baby.” He sucks his fingers clean of your slick before shucking off his sweatshirt and tee.

“Good.” You sit up and quickly straddle him, his thighs between yours as you peel off the old T-shirt so you’re completely bare for him. “I’m going to make you feel so good, darling man.”

You gather some of your own slick across your palm and fingers before taking his cock in your hand, stroking the velvet skin of the shaft and gently bringing your palm over the head in a fluid motion that you know drives him wild. Marcus watches your hands as you pleasure him, little animalistic noises issuing forth from his beautiful mouth as he grows ever harder under your practiced touch.

“Do you want me?”

He nods furiously and you lift yourself up to shift forward, notching the head of his cock at your entrance.

“Tell me, Marcus.”

"Need you so fucking bad, baby. Please.”

You take him inside you in one stroke, your wetness easing his thick cock into the tightness of your pussy. Marcus cries out as you begin to ride him, hands pressed into his broad chest.

“Better than the phone sex, huh?”

“Oh, fuck yeah,” you hiss, hips rolling in a well-established rhythm as you fuck him. “Liked watching you jerk off to me, though.”

"Me too, baby.” Marcus grips your hips and grins as he admires you: your body, your curves, the way you’re letting yourself go as you ride his cock. You bite your lip and roll back your head, lost in the sensation of how your man stretches and fills you so perfectly.

When you slip a finger against your clit, he practically growls, meeting your rhythm as he starts to fuck up into you.

“‘M not gonna last, baby,” he pants, fingers pressing into the flesh of your hips and ass.

“You want to come on my tits, like you said?”

His desperate nod is your cue to lift yourself off his cock, glistening with your slick and his pre-come, and shuffle down the bed a little. You press your breasts together as Marcus wraps his broad hand around his cock and pumps it quickly.

“Fuck, your tits are pretty. So fucking soft and perfect and -“

He stutters and cries out as he comes, his release hitting your breasts and gathering on the hard peaks of your nipples.

You gather some of it up on your finger and suck it clean.

“Jesus, baby. That’s so fucking hot.”

You release your finger with a pop. “Thank you, love. Can you get me a cloth?”

He wanders off and returns with a washcloth, gently cleaning your body and his cock before returning it to the bathroom. By the time he gets back, you’re tucked under the covers again. He grins as he joins you, pulling your naked body to his.

“Missed you.” You wind an errant, silver-streaked curl around your finger. “It feels like there’s something missing when you’re not here.”

Marcus kisses your forehead and you nuzzle up against his chest. “Don’t I know it? I felt exactly the same in DC, wondering where you were. Missed going to sleep beside you, waking up with you.”

You chuckle against the warm, sweat-damp skin of his chest, pressing your lips to the freckles dusted across his golden body. “And fucking me.”

He laughs, and the sound makes your heart soar. “That, too. But trust me - I’ll make it up to you.”

"Oh you will, huh?”

His coffee-brown eyes are as sincere and honest as ever. “Always and forever. Even with jet lag.”

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#long distance fic #ladameecrit #la dame writes #marcus pike #marcus pike x f!reader #marcus pike x you #marcus pike fanfiction #the mentalist #pedro pascal character fanfiction #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal #pedrostories

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blue-and-gilt · 9 months

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Late Georgian era British Lancers or Dragoon officers dress Mameluke sabre. While they are called 'Mameluke' sabres by collectors, they are in truth a Europeanised interpretation of the shamshir or kilij sabres that the actual Mameluke warriors used. The 'Mameluke' sabre had become fashionable with many British (and French) officers following Napoleon's Egyptian campaign and were carried by many notable officers on both sides of the conflict, including the Duke of Wellington. However, it was only in 1822 that the British army first officially recognised the 'Mameluke' as a regulation pattern for the newly formed lancer regiments. In 1831 with the Pattern sword for General Officers, which remains the current dress sword for Generals in the British and many Commonwealth Armies to this day. Mameluke sabres can also be found with links to other light cavalry and some heavy cavalry regiments, plus they were carried as bandsman's swords.

#sword #Sabre #Mameluke #Light Cavalry #Napoleonic Wars #Antiques #Antique Weapons #Military history #British Army #Lancers #Georgian Era #19th Century

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leopardom · 8 months

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wait so... IS slovenia a balkan country? I can't seem to find a clear answer, but technically, the Balkan mountain range doesn't reach into Slovenia, right? I know there's a lot of connection as ex-yugoslavian countries and that though? sorry, lining up history + geography + politics is just Not my field of expertise, I read one thing and forget it and then I can't form connections

i can’t be 100% sure myself but from all the geography i know and from what i’ve read over the years, Slovenia is a balkan country in the same sense as Greece and Turkey are

part of Slovenia is located in the Balkan Peninsula (same happens with parts of Greece and Turkey) so in that sense it can be considered as a balkan country. now culture wise, i obviously can’t know per se, and it’s been like a decade since i’ve been to Slovenia myself and came in touch with the culture there, but there are similarities with that of other balkan countries. now idk how to word this correctly so it doesn’t come out the wrong way, but Slovenia feels like it’s a more Central Europeanised country since it’s neighbouring with Italy and Austria, with which they probably share culture elements too

#this ask was from Sept 18 i’m so sorry it took me this long #ask #anon

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mwagneto · 2 years

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FUCKERS EASTERN EUROPEANISED SOLDIER BOY CANT HAVE SHIT IN THE COLD WAR

#THISIS SO FUNNY FDIKWIDNEFJRNFURJFEJFEKDKSMFJDNFN #the boys

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larktb-archive · 1 year

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Afrikaans and Dutch in terms of vocabulary are quite similar. But that is the result of the purposeful europeanisation of the language when it was standardised by Boere, who had recently appropriated the language as their national tongue. Therefore, many of the words that were part of the original dialects of afrikaans are not found within the standardised version that is spoken today but are found in various coloured dialects.

Where the real difference between even standard Afrikaans and Dutch is really visible is through pronunciation and grammar. Pronunciation is easy just listen to the average Dutch speaker struggle their way through a sentence vs the crisp, clear pronunciation of the Afrikaans speaker.

The grammar of Afrikaans is both more simplified in some aspects and more complex in others. Dutch has more tenses than Afrikaans does; Dutch has verb-subject conjugation, Afrikaans does not; Dutch has grammatical gender, Afrikaans does not.

Afrikaans, however, not only allows for double negatives but it's a fully integrated part of the language unlike most germanic languages.

#lillypad.txt

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How UK recovered from Europhoria

The relationship between the UK and the European Union has long been described in negative terms as an “awkward partnership” of ever “reluctant Europeans,” and eventually led to Brexit, according to UK in a Changing Europe.

However, the lack of a popular European identity coupled with deepening Europeanisation can hardly be considered an explanation for Brexit. In James Dennison’s recent working paper for UK in a Changing Europe, he attempted to explain why Britons in the late 1980s and early 1990s were so pro-European.

Dennison describes this phenomenon using a term used by the media in the UK, Europe and beyond to describe the mood of the time – Europhoria.

The Europhoria study provided a wealth of evidence that reminded how basic assumptions about even recent history are distorted by modernity, the author noted. Margaret Thatcher’s “Europe, the Future” 1984 paper called for a new Europe, dynamic through a single internal market, empowered through common defence, foreign, environmental, research and development policies.

The resulting Single Market Act succumbed to the sentiment for a single market in Europe, quickly supplemented by social rights and President Jacques Delors. Thatcher then called for a conference of British businessmen in 1988:

Just think for a moment what a prospect that is. A single market without barriers (…) Bigger than Japan. Bigger than the United States. On your doorstep (…) And it’s only five years away.

Read more HERE

#world news #world politics #news #europe #european news #european union #eu politics #eu news #uk #uk politics #uk news #england #brexit

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fundgruber · 2 months

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Since its inauguration, Europeana has outgrown the aims of a digital archive of European heritage. In an analysis of the technical, cultural and political choices behind the construction of its infrastructure, Europeana can be conceptualised as an instrument of European governmentality, acting upon multiple levels of the construction of Europeanness. Firstly, it facilitates the collaboration of international partners within the framework of EU-financed projects. By promoting a common modus operandi through the definition of standardised best practices, Europeana has constructed a network of European institutions. Secondly, it discursively produces European heritage by curating a transnational collection of digital resources. By accommodating opposite and potentially conflicting perspectives on selected topics within the same collection, Europeana constructs narratives of shared European experiences. Lastly, it brings together a community of practitioners, creatives and end users around its collection, creating a European (cultural) audience. All these aspects are made possible by Europeana’s governance and infrastructure. As a policy actor, Europeana promotes its technical standards to the cultural sector. Although not an official body of the EU, Europeana has been given the power to address the digital development of the cultural sector. Thanks to its infrastructure, Europeana implements European top-down policies, incorporating them into the bottom-up attempts generated within its community, adopting and normalising the EU rhetorical discourse on European heritage.

Capurro, Carlotta. “Digitality as a Cultural Policy Instrument: Europeana and the Europeanisation of Digital Heritage.” Critical Heritage Studies and the Futures of Europe, edited by Rodney Harrison et al., UCL Press, 2023, pp. 223–42, p. 224

#museum #Medienkompetenz #sozialitäten

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melanielazarow · 3 months

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Something I need to write about my past

I have spent a lifetime of fighting discrimination and oppression while giving little attention or sympathy to my life and the life of my family. I was born Jewish in South Africa, my mother from the country town Kimberley. I don’t know how or why her parents settled there. Her parents Fay and Joe Herman possibly Europeanised names, had one other child a son, who’s name I don’t know, he would…

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fangirlshameblog · 3 months

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What party system would you like for EU elections?

What do you think about keeping the Veto power?

Smarter, bigger nerds have written extensively about how to "europeanise" EP elections, but you've seen how the member states reacted to even minimal tweaks like an experimental transnational list... So by this point I'm ready to burn it all down and start from scratch, like Rutte once proposed to get rid of Viktor Orbán.

Speaking of klepto trash: unanimity is garbage and must go. 🗑

#There's some minor tweak in the European Parliament rules themselves that would allow for common platforms for Europarties #(if I'm not misremembering this from the Conference)#So no Treaty change required #But they won't even do that...#european elections #euro politics #eu politics #euro elections 2024 #ask

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liberty1776 · 1 year

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When the U.S. begins its pivot away from Ukraine, and looks fully to Europeanise the war, the political class won’t be seen ‘for the dust’. “Appetites of the autocrat cannot be appeased. They must be opposed. Autocrats only understand one word: “No.” “No.” “No.” (Applause.). “No, you will not take my country.” “No, you will not take my freedom.” “No, you will not take my future … A dictator bent on rebuilding an empire will never be able to ease [erase] the people’s love of liberty. Brutality will never grind down the will of the free. And Ukraine — Ukraine … Continue reading →

Manichaeism is an ancient Persian religion, it teaches an elaborate dualistic cosmology describing the struggle between a good, spiritual world of light, and an evil, material world of darkness.[Through an ongoing process that takes place in human history, light is gradually removed from the world of matter and returned to the world of light, whence it came. Its beliefs are based on local Mesopotamian religious movements and Gnosticism.It reveres Mani as the final prophet after Zoroaster, Gautama Buddha, and Jesus.

#Ukraine War Biden Speech Manichaeism

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bryregrad702 · 2 years

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Stylistic Influence: Robyn Kahukiwa

‘Robyn Kahukiwa is one of Aotearoa New Zealand’s pre-eminent female Māori painters. Kahukiwa’s rediscovery of her Māori heritage, on moving from Sydney to New Zealand in 1955, has formed the crux of her painting practice, which passionately articulates and affirms her identity as a Māori wahine (Māori woman). Since her first solo exhibition in 1971, Kahukiwa has been engaged in representing Māori and Pacific cultures as a way of reclaiming tino rangatiratanga (self-determination), and earned recognition and greater prominence as a professional artist in the seminal exhibition *Wahine Toa: Women of Māori Myth*, which toured New Zealand in 1983. Kahukiwa’s paintings investigate the diversity of urban Māori and Pacific communities, and often represent her personal search for cultural identity. Her mural-scale paintings are populated with ancestral figures, native birds, plants and trees, and their commentary relates to the realities and struggles of Māori.’

Auckland Art Gallery. (n.d.) Robyn Kahukiwa. https://www.aucklandartgallery.com/explore-art-and-ideas/artist/1268/robyn-kahukiwa?q=%2Fexplore-art-and-ideas%2Fartist%2F1268%2Frobyn-kahukiwa

Hinetitama, 1980, by Robyn Kahukiwa (1940– ).

‘Hinetitama is an example of the bicultural style that is common in contemporary Māori art. Traditional subject matter is fused with a Europeanised style. While the figure is strongly representational as is typical in Western art, the symbolism which is an integral part of the work identifies it as Māori.’

New Zealand History. (n.d.). Hinetitama by Robyn Kahukiwa. https://nzhistory.govt.nz/media/photo/hinetitama-robyn-kahukiwa

Kahukiwa is an important stylistic reference, as a wāhine Māori artist, and as someone who has been on a journey of discovering who she is as a Māori woman. This ‘bicultural’ style, with symbolism through motif as well as representational painting is a really important stylistic point. However, I don’t know that I have the necessary level of understanding to create symbolism which is culturally relevant.

At this stage, before formative, I think that I need to focus just on getting illustrations out there. Then. I can start thinking about appropriate and contextualised stylistic decisions - now, it's about telling the story.

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thebothsidenews · 2 years

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mapsontheweb · 4 years

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