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thatsdemko · 1 year

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MASTERLIST

updated as of 6/05/2023 back to helpline

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IMAGINES

HOCKEY

Nico hischier

the fight

william nylander

famous

mitch marner

paper rings

thomas bordeleau

revenge

ice and spice

punishment

moritz seider

ask

mat barzal

neighbor

Jack Hughes

mess around and find out

BASKETBALL & NFL

killian hayes

comfort cuddles

Travis kelce

Super Bowl

live from New York

Patrick mahomes

parade

FOOTBALL/SOCCER

christian pulisic

one last time

confusion and confessions

lie detector part two

first timer

the apology

want one?

Mason mount

you belong to me

hate me

little mount

uncle Mason

delicate

Neymar jr.

five minutes

FORMULA 1

nyck de vries

year one

charles leclerc

a sleepless night in monaco

the other man the right man

fallingforyou

Mozart

falling in love again

uncle Charles

summertime happiness

match point

love affair

brothers best friend

Carlos sainz

desperate

unforgettable

spoiled

Polaroid

papa carlos

I see red

stay, stay

lover

pining - mini series

max verstappen

secrets out

happiness comes in ice cream

the ways in which max shows you he loves you

lando norris

the right man

this love

little streamer

one too many

everybody’s friend

Pierre Gasly

one night with you

falling in love again

jealousy, jealousy

only him

one last ride for the alpha

I’m yours

lewis hamilton

it’s sir to you

drunk on you

ride that like a Mercedes

Daniel ricciardo

the return of the honey badger

dicked down in Dallas

Tim McGraw

home is whenever I’m with you

arthur leclerc

cruel summer

hard work

love affair

yuki tsunoda

sushi date

cherry blossom season

one last ride for the alpha

mick schumacher

you are in love

the ways in which mick schumacher shows you he loves you

toto wolff

ride that like a Mercedes

extra credit

George Russell

I think he knows

MISCELLANEOUS

BLURBS

brad marchand

Jeremy swayman

quinn hughes

cale makar

benjamin pavard 2

travis kelce

josh giddey

lando norris

max verstappen

carlos sainz

Daniel ricciardo

COLLECTIONS| MINI SERIES

valentines day

fake it? - mini series

Taylor swift inspired works

dad + family works

three’s company works

pining - mini series

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rahelzoller · 10 months

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Title by Author and Title / タイトル are currently on show at “Blank. Raw. Illegible... Artists’ Books as Statements (1960–2022)” at the Leopold-Hoesch-Museum in Düren, Germany until 3rd of September 2023.

With Blank. Raw. Illegible... Artists’ Books as Statements (1960–2022)" the Leopold-Hoesch-Museum shows a representative selection of international positions dedicated to the blank book as an artistic medium. The number of 259 artists’ books on display refers to the legendary exhibition Book as Artwork 1960/72 curated by Germano Celant and Lynda Morris, but the selection focuses exclusively on the qualities of blank, raw, illegible, empty, unprinted, tautological, hermetic, dysfunctional, and mysterious.

Curated by editor and collector Moritz Küng, the exhibition explores how contemporary artists and artist collectives exploit and activate the conceptual potential of a blank sheet of paper or a book with empty pages for their artistic practice. In the process, the empty, non-existent, and invisible become meaningful, and the refusal of legibility in the conventional sense becomes a telling statement. A seemingly absent content reveals a multitude of unexpected perspectives on conventions of communication and themes of speechlessness, origin, and disappearance. Starting with a significant exploration by artist Herman de Vries of the designation of the color white, the exhibition opens up the diversity of artistic concepts in reflecting on emptiness, purity, and raw material in relation to the formal and functional criteria of books in 15 chapters, the headings of each of which are taken from one of their book titles.

The exhibition is accompanied by a comprehensive catalog published by Buchhandlung König and Franz König, Köln, with details of the works, references and illustrations of all the books exhibited.

Photos by Peter Hinschläger

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objecteiespai · 11 months

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Amb "Blank. Raw. Illegible... Artists' Books as Statements (1960-2022)" el Leopold-Hoesch-Museum mostra una selecció representativa de posicions internacionals dedicades al llibre en blanc com a mitjà artístic. El nombre de 259 llibres d'artista exposats, entre d'altres de Michael Asher, Luciano Bartolini, Irma Blank, Marcel Broodthaers, Ulises Carrión, Olafur Eliasson, Ryan Gander, Dora Garcia, Martin Kippenberger, Sara MacKillop, Piero Manzoni, Bruce Nauman, Olaf Nicolai, Ed Ruscha, Simon Starling i Heimo Zobernig es refereixen a la llegendària exposició "Book as Artwork 1960/72" comissariada per Germano Celant i Lynda Morris, però la selecció se centra exclusivament en les qualitats de blanc, cru, il·legible, buit, sense imprimir. , tautològic, hermètic, disfuncional i misteriós.

Comissariada pel comissari, editor i col·leccionista Moritz Küng, l'exposició explora com els artistes i col·lectius d'artistes contemporanis exploten i activen el potencial conceptual d'un full de paper en blanc o un llibre amb pàgines buides per a la seva pràctica artística. En el procés, el buit, l'inexistent i l'invisible esdevenen significatius, i el rebuig a la llegibilitat en el sentit convencional esdevé una afirmació il·lustradora. Un contingut aparentment absent revela multitud de perspectives inesperades sobre les convencions de comunicació i els temes de la mudança, l'origen i la desaparició. A partir d'una important exploració de l'artista Herman de Vries de la designació del color blanc, l'exposició obre la diversitat de conceptes artístics en reflexionar sobre el buit, la puresa,

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one-boring-person · 2 years

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Need.

Moritz de Vries (Parfum) x f!reader

Warnings: NSFW, smut, masturbation, slight voyeurism, swearing, slight cum-eating

Context: this came about from a conversation with a good friend, so voila, my first Moritz fic👍😅

Masterlist

Tagging: @alan-is-my-ginger-princess (credits for helping me with the idea) @lemairepstuff @creme-bruhlee

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My hand slows where it is writing notes across a page, my attention once again drawn to the muffled sounds coming from further into the apartment. It's the third time now I've had to stop, irrational discomfort rising in me with every sound I hear; as far as I know, I'm the only one in the apartment, so there shouldn't be any weird noises coming from anywhere.

I turn slightly as I hear it again - a soft shifting sound, like rustling cloth, coming from the apparently not-quite-empty flat. Confused and worried now, I stand from my chair and go to the door, looking out into the dark lounge room, still not seeing any of the telltale signs to say my flatmate is home, his usual long overcoat not hanging from the usual perch, his shoes not in their usual position by the door. Frowning, I go into the room and flick a light on, scanning the surroundings as the yellow cast floods the room. Still nothing out of place, no reason for the sounds.

Just as I'm about to go back to my room, I hear the sound again, a little louder.

This time, I can hear where it's coming from, my head moving to stare at the one place I wasn't expecting to hear anything from.

Moritz's door is usually closed, never pushed-to, the man particularly valuing his privacy, especially with his aversion to letting "contaminating smells" into his room. I've never been inside, not properly, always a little too shy to interrupt him whilst he's doing god-knows-what in there. The man himself often makes me a little uneasy, but I've long since found I like him, his quiet, clever nature suiting my own, eventually leading to my inevitable attraction to him. At times, I've seen his more teasing, witty side, but not often, although I have enjoyed being on the receiving end of some of his more playful jibes. Those almost cold, constantly calculating eyes have often featured in my wildest fantasies, setting me alight with a burning lust.

Now, however, the door is cracked open, a soft light emanating from the space behind it.

Curious, I go to it, being as quiet as possible, listening as the sounds get louder, quickly becoming clear enough for me to discern what they are. Moritz grunts and pants behind the door, breathy moans twisted into the mix as a very familiar sound accompanies these utterances. A flush of arousal goes through me as I realise exactly what he's doing, my heart pounding in my chest at the thought. Immediately I'm intrigued, torn between silently trying to watch and going back to my own room to pretend I never heard anything. The latter is the more sensible option, and yet the former has me desperate for more.

A quick internal debate plays out before I make my decision, softly pushing the door until I can slip inside, pushing it to again behind me. Instantly, I'm hit with an odd combination of scents, each of which somehow blends together to create a wonderful smell that is undeniably him, underpinned now with the decidedly strong odour of sex. My eyes find the figure I'm looking for almost instantly, fixing on his sprawled frame fast. The breath in my throat hitches at the sight.

On an old armchair across from me is Moritz, his head tilted back slightly, eyes closed, lips parted in pleasure, hair somewhat dishevelled. One hand presses to his face, seemingly clutching something, the perfumer taking deep inhales of whatever it is he has, groans leaving him with each breath,the other hand moving quickly over his exposed cock. Swallowing, I stare at it, enthralled by the drag of his palm over his considerable length, watching as his fingers pull back his foreskin, twisting over the tip quickly before dipping down to apply pressure to thick veins that wrap around the length in his hand. Precum glistens on the tip, smeared around by the hand working his cock so deliciously. Every so often, his hand dips down to lightly pull on his balls, biting back sharp moans as he does so, hips bucking into his fist.

Arousal floods my body, a wetness quickly forming in my underwear as I watch the man in front of me jerking himself off, spurred on by the object in his fist. Eyes wide, I follow the movement of his hand as he adjusts the thing he's holding to his face, my breath catching sharply as I realise exactly what it is: a pair of my panties.

The lust and desire that suddenly washes over me is nearly crippling, my legs almost buckling underneath me, making me fall back against the wall, my hand going straight into my trousers, fingers starting to work myself, moving my wetness around my now aching pussy. The fact Moritz is getting off with my scent has me biting back moans of my own, my eyes fixed on the man as he rubs his thumb over his slit, his whole body shuddering at the feeling. As I watch this, I can't quite catch the whimper that leaves me, my fingers ghosting over my clit until I realise that he's stopped, his eyes fixed on me in shock and surprise, having heard me.

Horrified, I stare back at him, mouth opening and closing as I try to think up a reason for my presence until he starts to move again. Keeping piercing, lust-clouded eyes trained on me, Moritz starts to move his hand faster, fingers curling around his base, squeezing as he moves to his tip, panting now. Spurred on by him, I continue myself, making small sounds of need and want as I draw circles on my throbbing clit, dipping my fingers down to my entrance. Biting my lip, I slide one inside me, trying to fuck myself with it in my underwear even as he starts to play with his balls again. Suddenly, he groans loudly and drops my panties to the floor.

"Come here, fuck, come over here...I need to smell you...I need you…" He growls, beckoning me over with both hand and arm movements, looking hungry now as I willingly oblige.

Moritz moves to sit forward in the chair, instantly wrapping his arm around my waist as I draw near, pulling me close to him. Pushing apart my legs, the perfumer keeps me standing, pulling my trousers down enough so that my underwear are exposed, instantly using that hand to grip my ass. With this hold, he forces my crotch close to his face, instantly pressing his nose to the area above my hand. Almost immediately, he groans, a deep guttural sound of ecstasy released straight against the point just over my clit as his hand starts to move over his cock faster. Arousal washes over me once more and I start to fuck myself again, rubbing over my clit even as I feel his hot breath through my panties, every grunt and pant he makes vibrating deliciously against me, the grip on my ass pressing me desperately closer. Moans start to escape me now, my free hand in his hair, trying to hold onto him as the pleasure coursing through me makes it hard to stand, his hot breaths making it no easier for me.

"Fuck, you smell so good...so fucking good...shit, I need you...I need to cum…" Moritz moans out, opening his mouth to press hotly over my panties, breathing in deeply.

The resulting groan of approval and need, mixed with the sound of his hand moving faster over himself, suddenly throw me over the edge, my climax exploding within me so that I have to fight to stay standing, colours flashing behind my eyes. Crying out in euphoria, I try to catch myself before I fall against the man before me, unable to help the shudder of pleasure as he moans deeply into me once more, almost whimpering needily as his hips buck into his hand, his cum likely landing on my trousers as he fists himself through his orgasm, pushing his face even further into me, trying hard to make sure he can capture my scent.

As he and I come down from our highs, he collapses back into the armchair, his grip on my ass pulling me down onto him. Yelping softly, I fall into his lap, landing against his chest as he moves his hand from his cock, my own hands moving to steady myself. Noticing, Moritz gives me a sly look, eyes glinting as he takes the hand that was in my pants in the hand that had held me to him and presses it to his face, breathing my scent in deeply before slipping his tongue out to lick around each digit. A soft moan escapes me, evolving into whispers and whines as he lifts his own hand covered in his cum to my lips, dark eyes watching as I eagerly lap at his seed. The feeling of his tongue on my skin spurs me on, cleaning and sucking each fingers carefully as he softly groans around my own, his eyes boring into me.

When we finally pull apart, he smirks and pulls me closer, wrapping his arms around my back, face suddenly very close to mine. He chuckles as he sees my nervous response, able to read me like a book.

"Relax, I don't bite. Unless you want me to." Moritz grins lazily, leaning in to nose along the underside of my jaw, breathing in heavily, muttering something in French that I don't understand.

As he pulls back again, I'm surprised (and excited) to see the dark, lustful look has returned to his eyes.

"I have one favour to ask of you, (Y/n)."

#break writes #august diehl #moritz de vries #Moritz de Vries x reader #Moritz de Vries imagine #Moritz de Vries smut #Parfum #Parfum 2018

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echoe-l · 2 years

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The Petrichor (Part 1)

Moritz de Vries (Das Parfum) x f!reader

Context: A French girl meets a perfumer on a rainy day, and he has a very interesting proposition.

Thank you so much, @gaeleneinar, for helping me with my writing!

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The rain was pouring down onto the city. Paris, the city of love, even though not so many lovers could be found out there in such dreadful weather. Probably like the rest of them, Y/n found refuge in a small café where she decided to wait until the downpour came to an end. The place was packed, and at first she thought there was no place left for her. Thankfully, the bartender pointed with his finger to the last empty chair. It was in the far end of the room, in a dark corner hardly illuminated by the bulb hanging from the ceiling. After taking her order, she uneasily crossed the room, filled with drenched people. Arriving in front of the table, a man was already seated in the opposite chair. He had short hair and was dressed in dark clothes. His eyes were closed, and he was breathing so heavily, she could see his nostrils flutter. Puzzled, Y/n tried at first to sit as silently as possible, while removing her wet jacket. However, her movement seemed to distract the man as his breathing intensified. A grin slowly curled up the corner of his lips.

She was starting to worry about the man, wondering if he had trouble breathing, when the bartender interrupted her trail of thoughts.

“-Here's your café latte Mademoiselle.

-Thank you very much," she answered, before he hurried back to his busy job.

When her gaze returned to the man, a pair of dark blue eyes were fixed on her. He wasn't breathing strongly like a second ago, but the way his eyes bore into her made her feel like he was watching as hard as he had been breathing. Taking it all in.

"-Hello," the man said in French.

His voice was smooth and deep, it held something dangerous, but the way it reached Y/n's ears was so inviting.

"-Bonjour," she answered startled.

His whole presence was startling, and she was fighting to get her eyes off him. Intimidated by his insistent gaze, Y/n busied herself with her cup of coffee, adding sugar and swirling the liquid with her spoon.

She was just about to drink when the man leaned a bit forward with his elbows on the table.

"-What is your name sweetheart?," he asked with a charming yet unsettling smile.

"-Y/n.

-Y/n..."he repeated as if he was tasting the name in his mouth. "It's beautiful."

She smiled awkwardly, even though he was acting quite charmingly, she couldn't shrug off this weird feeling in her chest. She couldn't find what this man's intentions were.

"-Listen," she said. "You look like a... Nice man. But I've no idea where you wanna go with the compliments and insistent gaze. If I sat with you, it's because it's the only place left."

The man chuckled deeply, his eyes filled with mischief.

"-My name is Moritz De Vries," he introduced himself, holding out his hand above the table. "I'm a perfumer, and I create perfume out of people's scents."

His response left Y/n speechless. She had never met a perfumer before, and always thought perfumes were created from plants, flowers and so on.

"-When it's raining, people's scent is increased and embellished by the Petrichor," he started explaining. "One could say it's the earthy scent produced when rain soaks a dry soil... or skin. So I like to hang out in places like this to find new...subjects." He gestured towards me with a knowing look. "And I think I just found one."

This time, it was Y/n's turn to chuckle. What a bizarre idea! Lurking in a crowded place to find someone's odor. Hers from all others!

"-This is crazy," she laughed, not too loud though, she didn't want to hurt this poor man's feelings. "This place is packed, how could you even recognize my odor from all the others?"

"-I can, because I'm a professional," he answered smugly. But she wasn't buying it, and he felt it. "You want some proof, don't you?"

She raised her eyebrows in approval, and his grin became even wider. He liked the challenge, especially since he was about to win it.

"-First, you're wearing some kind of cheap vanilla perfume," he said with a disgusted wince as if to say: really woman? Vanilla? You're better than that! "Secondly, even though you drank your coffee, I can tell your mouthwash is a mix of mint and verveine, and that you had white wine for lunch, as well as vegetables cooked with paprika. Food scents on clothes are really hard to get rid of. They are quite annoying impurities, staining someone's real scent."

Once again, Y/n was left speechless. He was right about everything, and she couldn't decide whether this Moritz De Vries was someone with an incredible talent that she should take advantage of. Or if he was invading her privacy in a twisted way, and that she should get away from him as soon as she could. Maybe it was both. Seeing the frown on her face made him smile victoriously, he knew by then that he had her.

"-So how does this whole thing work?" she asked sheepishly.

"-It's called the Cold Enfleurage, you catch the scent with a cloth soaked in grease that you wrap around the body," he explained before adding. "Naked."

"-No way I'm gonna do that," she scoffed. "I'm not gonna lay naked for a stranger to wrap me in grease!"

The couple sitting next to them turn around surprised, earning an awkward look from Y/n. Moritz De Vries didn't pay them any mind and kept his attention on Y/n.

"-Am I the first one you're asking that?

-No absolutely not," he chuckled. "Dozens of women agreed to do it before you. "

"-Dozens!" she repeated surprised. "But tell me, what do I earn from... Whatever this is."

"-Well, first this whole process gives you the softest skin," he enumerated. "And I can create a perfume for your body odor that suits you perfectly. Way better than whatever you're wearing right now."

"-I don't care whether my skin is soft or not, and the perfume I wear right now is good enough for me," she strokes back. "Can't you give me something real?"

"-What do you mean by real?" he asked, amused by their verbal jousting.

"-Money is real for example.

"-I don't do money. This is not how I work," he replied dryly. "What else is real for you?"

"-Well..."she searched for a few seconds. "Food, material assets, real estate, freedom, sex..."

He let out a deep chuckle. "Well I can only give you one from the list you've just made," he mused.

"-I don't need food, Monsieur De Vries," she replied.

"-I wasn't talking about food... Mademoiselle Y/l-n." he said with a malicious smile. "Look, I'm gonna be honest with you." he continued more seriously. "Your scent fascinates me, and I want it. I'll offer you something in return, whatever you want," he assented before adding. "But not money."

A silence washed over the table, Y/n was pondering under the unwavering and inscrutable gaze of the perfumer. He was a patient man, he could easily wait an hour like this until she said yes, and he knew she would. The answer came faster than he was expecting it to arrive, and a smile stretched his mouth. He explained to her that he preferred to do it as soon as possible in the day, for the Petrichor and her scent to still be mixed during the preparation. Nodding her head, Y/n watched Moritz get up from his chair and go behind her to hold her jacket and put it on her. He was tall, and the way he was easily moving around the crowded place made her feel like she was watching a predator progressing in the jungle.

Once outside he quickly called a taxi to come and get them. While waiting for it, Y/n was leaning against the café's wall, trying to avoid the rain still pouring from the gray clouds above them. Moritz put his hands on her shoulder, and gently led her to stand right below the downpour. It was cold, wet and deeply unpleasant, Moritz laughed at her wincing face.

"-Are you serious!?"she said in disbelief, but he was holding her there quite firmly after all.

"-The wetter, the better," he answered amused by her distress. "Just, let me..." he started before reaching out to her ponytail.

He tugged on the elastic that was holding it in place until it came undone. He smiled while running his hand through her hair to spread it on her shoulders and back. Around them, the few people running from the rain were looking at them with a strange look. How weird to see this woman standing in the rain, while the man talking to her was safely standing below the overhang.

"-See?" he said softly, his voice almost a whisper. "You're beautiful."

She lowered her head, hiding the blush coloring her cheeks, but her chin met his fingers, gently holding it up to face him again. His thumb caressed her rosy cheeks to chase away the droplets of rain. He was so close to her, closer than what is normally allowed between two people who have just met, his own clothes starting to get drenched too.

"-Now let's not get awkward about all this, shall we?" he inquired.

But before she could reply, his eyes darted to look behind her, the taxi had arrived and was waiting for them. He opened the door for her and gave the address to the driver. A tension was palpable in the back of the car, the atmosphere was heavy, hot, and wet. Every ten seconds, she kept asking herself if it was a good idea. This man had quite a collection of red flags, his visit card and ID barely softening her doubtful mind. But he was giving off a feeling of security, among the danger. If you're trapped into the lion's den, at least you're sure that no one is ever going to trouble you. Now all it was about was not to get eaten by the lion.

Tags: @one-boring-person @creme-bruhlee @alan-is-my-ginger-princess

#august diehl #moritz de vries #Moritz de Vries x reader #Moritz de Vries imagine #Moritz de Vries smut #Parfum #Parfum 2018 #augustdiehlmovies

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kattrito · 2 years

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Key art photography for »Parfum« for Netflix & Constantin Film (x)

#parfum #august diehl #moritz de vries #apparantly the photographer is names Mike Kraus #lmao #i hope they had a laugh about that

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christianfriedelfan · 2 years

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Ken Duken’s Selfies with the cast of “Das Perfum”!

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mia-miai · 4 years

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Parfum (Perfume Netflix) - Olivier Berben & Sarah Kirkegaard

“He succeeded in being considered totally uninteresting. People left him alone. And that was all he wanted.”

#parfum #perfume netflix #august diehl #Moritz de Vries #my edit #gifs #das parfum #german tv

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elizabethin-torunu · 5 years

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Das Parfum (2018)

#elizabethin-torunu #aşk #roman seliger #elena seliger #moritz de vries #daniel sluiter #thomas butsche #katharina läufer #siri nase #trystan pütter #christian friedel #ken duken #august diehl #natalia belitski #netflix and chill #netflix #das parfum #perfume

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babybluebex · 2 years

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alright so i’m writing something for woland!august, AND moritz de vries from parfum…… i swear i see your requests in my inbox and i WILL work on them, but august diehl 😵‍💫😵‍💫

#august diehl #august diehl x reader #moritz de vries #parfum 2018 #woland 2022 #woland x reader #moritz de vries x reader

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thatsdemko · 1 year

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who I write for

a/n: this list is subject to change! please note that if your favorite player is NOT on this list do not hesitate to ask if I am willing to write for them! this list is 100% subject to change!

NHL

- Nico hischier

- Mitch marner

- William nylander

- will Lockwood

- Dylan Larkin

- moritz seider

- lucas Raymond

- jack hughes

- Quinn Hughes

- mat barzal

-Casey mittelstadt

- Jakub vrana

- Thomas Bordeleau

- josh norris

-Kirby dach

- k’andre miller

- David pastrnak

- Nick blankenburg

- Alex turcotte

- Charlie mcavoy

- jamie Drysdale

- Nolan moyle

- Connor bedard

- Matthew knies

NFL

- joe burrow

- rob gronkowski

- travis kelce

- Patrick mahomes

SOCCER(football)

- Christian pulisic

- Mason mount

- joão felix

- Benjamin pavard

- pedri

- ben chilwell

- gavi

NBA

- killian hayes

- josh giddey

- Tyler herro

- cade cunningham

- jayson tatum

- blake griffin

- charles leclerc

- pierre gasly

- George Russell

- carlos sainz

- lando norris

- nyck de vries (unemployed but still will write)

- daniel ricciardo

- yuki tsudona

- lewis hamilton

- mick Schumacher

- Arthur leclerc (f2)

- Toto wolff(team principal)

- oscar piastri

-Lance stroll

- max verstappen

- Liam Lawson (f2)

INDY 500

- pato o’ward

- David malukas

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todayclassical · 7 years

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July 15 in Music History

1604 Birth of composer Heinrich Albert.

1638 Birth of composer Giovanni Buonaventura Viviani.

1700 Birth of composer Johann Christoph Richter.

1754 Birth of American composer Jacob French in Stoughton, MA.

1789 Death of French composer and harpsichordist Jacques Duphly.

1798 Death of Italian composer Gaetano Pugnani in Turin.

1802 Birth of composer John Barnett.

1818 Birth of composer Heinrich Esser.

1826 Death of soprano Teresa Brambilla.

1826 Death of tenor Giovanni Ansani.

1849 Birth of composer Moritz Heuzenroeder.

1853 Birth of German soprano Hedwig Reicher-Kindermann in Munich.

1853 Birth of bass Oreste Luppi.

1857 Death of Austrian composer and pianist Carl Czerny.

1870 Birth of composer Ernest Walker.

1872 Birth of German-American conductor Alfred Hertz in Frankfort.

1878 Birth of mezzo-soprano Ottilie Metzger-Lattermann.

1884 Birth of composer Enrique Soro Barriga.

1895 Birth of American violinist Eddy Brown.

1898 Birth of English composer Norman Demuth.

1898 Birth of composer Noel Gay.

1910 Birth of English composer Ronald Binge.

1914 Death of tenor Arvid Ödmann.

1921 Birth of American composer Jack Hamilton Beeson.

1926 Birth of composer John Arthur Neill Lambert.

1928 Birth of tenor Charles Anthony.

1928 Death of baritone Karl Perron.

1930 Death of violinist Leopold Auer at Loschwitz, near Dresden.

1933 Birth of English guitarist and lutenist Julian Bream in London.

1934 Birth of English composer Harrison Birtwistle in Accrington, Lancashire.

1939 Birth of American composer William Hellerman in Milwaukee, WI.

1940 Death of soprano Oxana Petrusenko.

1941 Birth of composer Geoffrey Burgon.

1944 Birth of Dutch composer Klaas de Vries in Terneuzen, Netherlands.

1945 FP of George Antheil's Heroes of Today. Hollywood Bowl Orchestra, Leopold Stokowski conducting.

1946 Birth of American soprano Linda Ronstadt of Tucson Arizona.

1949 Birth of Scottish composer Sir John Casken in Barnsley.

1950 Death of bass-baritone Emil Stiebel.

1959 Death of Swiss-American composer Ernst Bloch, in Portland, Oregon.

1959 Death of soprano Angelica Pandolfini.

1960 Death in NYC of American baritone Lawrence Tibbett.

1961 Birth of American Electronic Music composer Stephen M. Prock III.

1962 Birth of American composer Betsy Schramm.

1964 Death of mezzo-soprano Edna Thornton.

1965 FP of Leonard Bernstein's Chichester Psalms at Philharmonic Hall. New York Philharmonic conducted by the composer. Camerata Singers and boy alto John Bogart. England FP on 31 JUL 1965. Bernstein attended at Chichester Cathedral, England.

1976 FP of Stockhausen's multi-media piece Sirius at the Smithsonian Institute in Washington, DC.

1982 Death of bass Otto von Rohr.1984 Death of baritone Joachim Sattler.

1988 FP of John Harbison's Piano Sonata No. 1 In Memoriam Roger Sessions by pianist Robert Shannon at the Dorothy Taubman Piano Institute in Amherst, MA.

2000 Death of baritone Louis Quilico.

2011 Death of American baritone Cornell MacNeil.

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Character List

This is the list of characters I will write requests for😁

Those marked (*) are characters I will write smut for

August Diehl (* for all)-

Dieter Hellstrom

Franz Sauer

Woland

Moritz de Vries

Jan (Furia)

Konstantin Richter (Die Kommenden Tage)

Ghost (* for all)-

Dewdrop/Sodo

Rain

Phantom

Swiss

Mountain

Cirrus

Cumulus

Aurora

Ifrit

Omega

Cowbell

Cardinal Copia/Popia

Terzo

Young Nihil

Special

Mary Goore

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The Petrichor (Part 3)

Moritz de Vries (Das Parfum) x f!reader

Context: A French girl meets a perfumer on a rainy day, and he has a very interesting proposition.

(2k words)

Part 1 Part 2

Sensing a presence, Y/n opened her eyes.

"-Hello sleeping beauty," Moritz whispered with a grin.

Half an hour later, Y/n was rid off of the grease soaked clothes. During the last step of the process, Moritz gently scraped the grease off her skin with a curved blade. Sitting naked on the edge of the bed, the perfumer on his knees in front of her, Y/n was breathing heavily. She looked down on the man positioned between her thigh and couldn't help but trap her lip between her teeth. It was hot. He was hot. She couldn't deny it, but the way he was hanging her out to dry was infuriating to her. The way he knew everything she wanted and needed, and that way before she knew it herself.

As if to prove her thoughts right, a grin crept up Moritz lips. His hand following the path of the blade on her upper thigh got more and more touchy. His palm caressing and massaging the skin more than needed to be. At the second the last blade scratch was applied to her thigh and that no more grease was left on her body, Y/n stood up abruptly. Moritz, who was still on his knees, looked up at her with a questioning look. Suddenly becoming aware of her nakedness, Y/n tried to hide her body with her arms and hands, without much success.

"-What are you doing?" he asked, his eyebrow quirking.

"-I-I need to take a shower," she stammered.

"-Sure, let me help you," he shrugged before getting up.

Y/n took her clothes and followed him sheepishly to the bathroom where he ran the hot water in the bathtub before gathering some towels. Seeing that he wasn't about to leave, Y/n cleared her voice a few times before he looked at her again, with a quizzical face.

"-What?" he asked innocently.

"-Well, I need you to leave when I shower," she explained with a dull voice.

At first, his expression showed genuine surprise. But suddenly, a knowing look, that Y/n started to recognize ô too well, crept up on his face, much to her displeasure.

"-You are upset,"he pointed out, his arms crossing across his chest.

At that point, Y/n knew better than to tell him wrong. So she decided to stand here, waiting for him to display her deepest feelings, as if she was an open book. And so he did, as he didn’t need any invitation for that matter.

" -It's because of the kiss earlier?" Moritz asked, but didn't wait for an answer he already had, so he continued. "Or because I didn't carry on with this little make-out session we were having?"

Inside, Y/n was starting to boil. He was making it sound so futile, so unimportant. But even though Y/n would never admit it to him, this "little making out session" was the best thing any man had ever done to her. Maybe it was the setting, the charm this older man was giving off, or simply the fact that he knew everything she wanted. With a single hot headed kiss, he made her see stars, so what could he do more, she was burning to know. But right now, her ego was bruised, and she was a stubborn woman.

"-Out," she cut him off.

"-You are going to need some help," he argued, not moving a foot.

"-I said out, I know how to shower," Y/n repeated, standing as tall as she could in front of the man.

The latter lifted his hands in a mocking surrender motion, before slowly exiting the room.

" - I won't be too far if you need me..." he added before closing the door.

Y/n shot him a "you can always dream" look, before locking the door.

On the other side, Moritz shrugged off his overalls and finished cleaning everything. He was rather a lonely person, and he didn't mind. The occasional feminine company he had was either for work, pleasure or both. But it was never serious, at least on his side, and if the girls got carried away, he had no problem ghosting or being brutally honest with them.

Soon, his thoughts were interrupted by the sound of Y/n's voice, calling him from the bathroom.

"-Well it was about time," he whispered to himself.

Heading towards the bathroom, he took a bottle in one of his bags before knocking on the door.

"-It's open," Y/n's voice came through the wood.

Closing the door behind him, Moritz looked down at Y/n in the bathtub. Her knees were pressed against her chest and her hair was a tangled mess on her back.

"-My hair, I can't do anything," she said exasperated.

"-Let me see," he said, getting down on his knees to be at her level. "You need this product to get rid of the grease, water, and shampoo actually makes it worse."

"-Wait, why didn't you tell me before?" she said, shocked.

"-Because you told me you knew how to shower love," he replied in a malicious tone.

Rolling her eyes, Y/n repressed herself from answering back. She knew arguing with this man was leading nowhere. Meanwhile, Moritz was taking his time, rolling back his sleeves before applying the product. A tense silence fell in the room, only broken by the sound of the water and their heavy breathing in the steamy room. His hands were slowly untangling her locks, savoring each gesture he was making. Once her hair was nice and loosened, his hands slowly moved down to her shoulders. When his fingers touched her skin, they both let out a small gasp. Her skin was the smoothest of all, and never before it had felt so sensitive to her. Trying not to rush too much, Moritz leaned forward to press a chaste kiss on her neck. Soon followed by a couple others, on her shoulder blades and her cheek. However, Y/n's patience had its limits, and she wasn't going to be left to dry like half an hour ago. So her hands reached out behind her to grab his face, and she turned hers to crash her lips onto his. Once again, it was one of the best kisses she ever experienced in her whole life. Soon they separated, breathless, before Moritz continued with his trail of kisses.

"-You must be a lucky man," Y/n whispered between two moans. " Every time you have sex, you have it with women that has the softest of skin."

She felt Moritz's teeth on her skin as he started laughing, before looking up to her eyes. He was breathtaking, his hair was wet from her touch and his shirt was damped.

"-Yeah, maybe I am," he replied cheekily.

Somewhat, Y/n was hoping he'd reply "no". That she was the only one with whom he was doing this, 'cause no one ever attracted him this way. She was hoping he would tell everything she felt at the moment, like this she wouldn't have to say it later. Or perhaps she would never need to, as he probably already knew everything. That's why she was hoping he could say everything for her. But instead, his arms sank into the water to grab her by the waist. His hand eventually pressed against her butt, and squeezed her flushed against him.

"-Maybe I'm the luckiest guy in the world," he continued with a lowered voice.

He pressed his lips against hers again, kissing her fully and passionately. Soon his arms reached out to grab her by the back and legs, before lifting her up and getting her out of the bathtub. Without even breaking this kiss, Moritz smiled, feeling the little squealing of surprise muffled into his mouth. He put her gently on the bathroom floor, her skin making a wet sound when it touched the cold bathroom tiles. Moritz placed his knees on either side of her body, towering over her. He leaned once again to give him a lustful kiss, holding her face with both hands.

Outside the bathroom, water could be seen leaking from the bottom of the door. A small trickle, making its way from Y/n's wet body spread against the floor, all the way through the corridor. Panting, and heavy breathing could be heard, as the perfumer was grinning at the arched figure below him.

Moritz still had his satisfied smirk when he looked at himself in the mirror, after leaving Y/n to end her shower. Finishing putting on a new shirt, he waited for her comfortably sitting in the armchair, whistling a tune absently. When she came out of the bathroom, freshly cleaned up, he welcomed her with a cheeky smile.

Y/n's cheeks were flushed at the sight, the memory of his touch still burning her mind, and skin.

"-Um, it's nearly time for dinner," Y/n began shyly. "Would you like to come and eat with me?"

"-Of course," Moritz answered. The hold he seemed to have on her was something he definitely didn’t anticipate, at least not to this point. "The hotel has a very good restaurant," he suggested before standing up.

Approaching her, he stopped a foot away from her. He was towering over her, and Y/n's breath got caught in her throat for a moment. Then, he silently handed her his arm in a gentleman gesture.

"-Shall we?" he whispered, getting her out of her trance.

"-Yes," she answered gently before getting her stuff, and leaving the hotel room, her arm entwined with his.

o§o

"-Well, I spent a wonderful evening with you, Y/n," Moritz praised, taking her hands into his.

It was around 10pm, and the rain had stopped. They were both standing in front of the Hotel entrance, eyes locked.

"-I have too," Y/n answered, her cheeks reddening once again.

Suddenly, she seemed to recall something, and began to look for something in her bag. Getting out a piece of paper and a pen, she wrote a few digits on it before handing it to Moritz.

"-Here, it's my number," she explained awkwardly. "You, you'll call me?" she stammered a bit, looking up at him with hopeful eyes.

"-Of course I will," Moritz reassured her, a smile creeping up his lips. "I promise you I will."

"-Thanks," Y/n said, relieved, before taking a few steps back. "Well, thank you for everything and..."

Moritz gave her a questioning look before taking hold of her arm to pull her flushed in his arms.

"-You weren't about to leave without saying goodbye, were you?" he asked in a cheeky tone, his hands wrapping around her waist in a possessive gesture.

Not waiting for her answer, he caught her lips between his and kissed her passionately. Around them, people going in and out of the hotel were smiling a little, or rolling their eyes at the show they were putting on. Wrapping himself one last time into her scent, Moritz finally broke the kiss. This time, he didn't stop her when she took a few steps backwards.

"-Don't forget," Y/n added, pointing at the paper she gave to him.

"-I promise," he repeated, before watching her turn around and at some point disappear in the crowd.

Running a hand in his hair, he smiled contently, it has been a fruitful day, indeed.

Half an hour later, his stuff was sent to the atelier, and he gave back the keys to the Hotel. Leaving the place with a light step, he waited at the nearest crosswalk, watching the flow of cars passing by. Feeling the paper at the bottom of his pocket, he pulled it out. Not even bothering to read what was written on it, he threw it into the nearest trash can. Seeing the light turning green, he crossed the road. Rain started to pour down on the city once again, the car headlights making colorful patterns by reflecting themselves onto the wet asphalt.

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