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Now that I see his arm I'm a changed person

sfsfsgshsgshfj sick. and twisted. who did this

#spn

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I’m thinking — First times are always exciting, right? A bit scary, maybe, but Eve and Villanelle thrive on that little hint of fear anyways. Adrenaline fizzing in the pit of your stomach like champagne.

So yeah, Eve is probably a little nervous, hummingbird-pulse in her throat. Excited.

And it’s rushed, too, isn’t it? It’s probably a little rushed. They both had plans to make it romantic, to make it count, to make a spectacle of it, but now they’re here against the wall right next to the door, Villanelle’s hands warm under her jumper, her hand in the open V of Villanelle’s trousers.

Hot, slick. She planned on taking her time, really, she did. But before she can consider that, take the time to gasp in wonder at just how hot, how slick — She slips, Villanelle tilts her hips and oh, that’s — mutual intake of breath, Villanelle trembling, head falling back against the wall and oh, wow.

Eve tries to be gentle, but not — not really. Not with Villanelle arching her back, the line of her throat bared, warm. Pulse visible under the delicate skin, a sigh, her hips hitching, grinding.

It’s so hot. Eve presses closer, tries to match Villanelle’s rhythm, tries to beckon her closer with those two fingers and oh, oh! Shocked gasp, loud. Arms around her, strong and warm, under her shirt, around her shoulders, pulling her in, in. Face tucked against that long-soft throat, lips parting against that fluttering pulse and Villanelle’s holding her close, pulling her in, in.

She sounds like she’s about to — cry, maybe, those hitched moans, almost-pained, and Eve crams another finger in. Hot, dripping. She’s pressed up against the rapid rise and fall of Villanelle’s chest, arms of steel and tits warm, soft. She sounds desperate, now, moans punched out, hips grinding down hard, hard. Eve tries to — something, heat and skin and the aftertaste of Villanelle’s perfume on her lips and she crooks her fingers again and Villanelle moans, a bitten-off sound, reaches down, her hand over Eve’s and keeps her right there, close, closer. Rides it out, breathing whine-soaked, desperate.

Eve — she wants to reach down, get a hand on herself, maybe grind against Villanelle’s thigh, but she’s held fast with an iron grip. It’s torture, feeling the hot-sweet pulse around her fingers, feeling herself pulse in return. Hungry, needy.

That’s what she blames it on when she slowly, carefully slides her fingers out, out and up, fingertips brushing her clit. Villanelle jolts, hand clenching in Eve’s hair out of nowhere, her jacket, and it must hurt, oversensitive. But Eve’s fingers are slick and she’s hungry, so she does it again, the gentlest press, and again, fluttering her fingers, and Villanelle moans, whines, strands of hair that came loose from her ponytail sticking to her pink face, her rosebud-panting mouth.

Eve would — she’d continue. Sure, it might sting, maybe, but everything is hot and petal-soft under her soaked fingertips and she’s hungry. Hungry for the way Villanelle frowns, lashes fluttering, head falling back. Twitching her hips, still.

Yeah, Eve’d continue. But before she can gentle-flutter Villanelle into tears, there’s a steel grip on her hand and Villanelle, pushing her hand — down, again. Pushing her with one hand, crushing her into her chest with the other. Two fingers, slick heat, and Villanelle’s hand on hers, fingers slipping over her knuckles, pressing close, half-entwining between her thighs.

Eve trembles, her sigh warm against Villanelle’s throat. Wrapped in steel, silk.

Alright, well. Maybe that’s romance, then.

#killing eve #fic

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no but literally season 1 is all about how these guys are socialized to be liars and frauds, and there's genuine effort put in to show them gaining people's trust and coming up with elaborate lies and scams and just being extremely manipulative on an intimate, interpersonal level with victims and their families. it's uncomfortable! it's confrontational! like in Faith how they clash with the culty religious group they're infiltrating, or in Skin when sam lies to an actual friend of his from college and there are real repercussions for everyone involved. the entire structure of early spn makes you feel that they're outsiders whose social skills are tailored toward blindsiding people 'for their own good' and running away from whatever real damage they leave in their wake. you can feel that dean especially isn't wired to form actual relationships with people other than his dad or his brother because absolutely everything he puts out into the world is an elaborate mirage. ~pretending to be the fbi~ in every single episode in later seasons isn't just boring and repetitive, it's also incredibly impersonal. It's detached and rote and it makes the entire vigilante schtick so fucking toothless. half the time they just skip over the fake badges and cajoling completely and cut right to the inside of the morgue. you could make them the real fbi at that point and it wouldn't make a difference. like it's literally just x files.

#spn

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obsessed with the gap in how regular human beings talk about breaking bad and how tumblr talks about it. i am never watching that, best of wishes for jesse in his transition though

#tumblr #breaking bad

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Kitten struggles to climb over cage 

(Source)

#cats

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when i write a samdean horror fic canon divergent from 3.15 doc benton ep......then u will see

#it's so good!!!!!! #will comment tonight #spn

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“I’ve discovered she’s quite the… MILF.”

(wake up babe Zachariah fancam just dropped)

#best angel #spn

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Rose Tyler my beloved

#doctor who

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#spop

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DOCTOR WHO “The Empty Child”

#doctor who

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best friendenemies

#spop

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#spn

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I can’t stop thinking about you

#Killing Eve

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wowww okay unfollowing now! i was a huge fan of his cannibal dinner parties and artistic displays of his victim’s corpses, i had no idea he was dating one of his patients

#hannibal

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pinch-hit for the meg-exchange

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sam’s first words on the show ever his first line in the pilot the first thing he ever says on the cw’s supernatural is “do i have to?” and for 15 years the answer is just yes you have to, yes you have to, yes you have to, you do not get a choice, you might think you get a choice but you don’t, yes you have to. i’m fine

#spn

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#is there a name for this dancing?