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fragmentedblade · 16 days
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Not to be a jingfu on main, but it's so cute that Jing Yuan thought of Fu Xuan with those jelly beans
#me: the Xianzhou characters are all just coworkers#also me whenever anyone is shown to be fond and have intimate knowledge of some other character: awwww#Like Fu Xuan and Jing Yuan playing starchess and teasing each other or making a reference to things they like#or Jing Yuan talking about young Yukong#Quingque apparently disliking Fu Xuan but obviously that not being the case‚ knowing what she likes and how she thinks#Fu Xuan hiding that she has a sweet tooth but Jing Yuan and Quingque knowing it and teasing her for it#I don't know. There are a lot of instances of these small intimate details in the middle of what looks like a coworker relationship#Good coworkers‚ but coworkers nonetheless#And ironically it moves me so much? Even more so than Belobog. I've been told several times that Belobog seemed more tight. And I agree#In Belobog people were friends or family or companions but linked by something closer than mere coworkers with Wildfire#Even Sampo in the Underworld was strangely 'theirs'. He had the magenta colour of Wildfire and he was trusted to some extent#The Luofu characters don't have that. And yet the fragments of intimacy scattered through their interactions move me a lot#These are people who have known each other for centuries. Jing Yuan knows of Yukong's youth‚ its joy and grief#He knows Fu Xuan has a sweet tooth and teases her about her height. Quingque does too#Fu Xuan chastises both of them for being lazy but she knows they're smart and good at their job. She plays starchess with Jing Yuan#Quingque mocks Fu Xuan for being a workaholic but is very aware of the weight she carries both in her position and ideas about destiny#I won't mention Yanqing and Bailu because there is obviously more than a coworker bound when it comes to them#But yes I love the moments of intimate knowledge scattered through the Xianzhou‚ so telling of the fact that these people have known#each other for longer than several human lifetimes‚ and that perhaps they don't necessarily regard each other as more than their coworker#But perhaps that's enough in order for them to care. Perhaps in a lifetime over one thousand years the intimacy gained with a coworker#through several centuries is something beyond what we could understand in our decades lifespan#But also‚ perhaps‚ I don't know. Also‚ perhaps‚ the do care beyond coworkers in that strange line between work and friendship#Perhaps it's strange for Xianzhou natives to tell apart that kind of relationship after so much intimacy and knowledge through the years#And perhaps‚ once again‚ as it often happens for them‚ they think they'll always have enough time to tell; until they run out of it#They play chess together. Quingque can lose time because Fu Xuan can't stay mad if she brings her sweets. Are they just coworkers?#We play chess. I know what tea and sweets you like best. I brought them today since you would indulge me and play starchess with me#Thanks for playing with me‚ I'm running out of book puzzles. You keep divining my moves but I'll invent a fake story to distract you#Are we coworkers or something more like friends? Where is the line after so many years?#I talk too much but I love this charged nothingness haha I find it ironically so true to how many relationships in real life develop#And I find it so moving‚ that representation of this endearing smallness of everyday life. Of these small things is life made
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how Denis Villeneuve built Paul and Chani's love story in Dune Part Two – from beginning to end
In their first romantic scene together Chani goes after Paul into the desert because she knows he won’t last on his own. By this point in time she already starts to fear for him- she knows he is brave and a good fighter, but she also knows it’s not enough. „You sandwalk like a drunk lizard!” We see her teaching him the sandwalk. This is when their melody is first played in the movie, this time it's quiet yet, merely an introduction. He is proud enough to say he knows how to sandwalk, but wise enough to admit he has a lot to learn from her. So he listens.
And listens and listens, earning her trust little by little. „You know I’m the only one who believes you’re gonna make it ’till the summer”. There is a scene here when you can’t even hear what she is saying. Instead it’s their melody playing still, while we see Paul’s (all smitten) face watching her, just explaining things to him.
Second important scene is when during the first fight, Chani’s life is in danger, and Paul jumps on her without a doubt in a split second, to protect her life with his own. They share a quick meaningful look before they get up from the ground. There are no questions left in her after this.
Third. In the tent after he was named Usul and Muad’Dib. Paul speaks chakobsa, with a proud look written on his face, and there are many people present, but it's all for her. He wants to be one of her people so badly, he does everything he can. And it's working, Chani is watching him speak as if he invented it. When Stilgar invites Paul to join him, he looks at her. Chani is nodding and so he gets up. It’s always her approval he is looking for. Everyone is hugging Paul and it’s Chani’s turn. We see their faces slowly touching, her lingering there for a moment.
The fourth one is when she gives in. We see them sitting together, watching the sunset. Her telling him about her name in the prophecy. „Your blood comes from dukes and great houses. We are not like that. Here, we are equal.” „I’d very much like to be equal to you.” She is smiling back at him „Maybe I’ll show you the way.”. Their first kiss- the melody returns for the second time. A little later she is shown leaning on him, literally. He has earned not only her trust, but her love, too.
This is when his nightmares start to kick in. He knows he can’t go south. At this point she starts to wear blue, which in the fremen culture (in the books) means a woman is pregnant – was changed in the movie to be the symbol of being in love or being taken.
We see their only love making scene. They are just laying there on each other, but she cannot turn her thoughts off. „There will be trouble.” „What are you talking about?” „The way they are looking at you. They worship you now.” She fears what is to come for him, but he reassures her. „I’m no messiah”. She then warms him about the stories his mother is spreading. During this scene their melody returns for the third time, programming our ears and brains to connect it to their intimacy and bond.
When Gurney appears, Chani thinks he is not to be trusted. Paul says "he is family" and as soon as he does she gets up to help him. It's the small things that tell you at this point that she will do anything for him, as long as it is the right thing to do.
Paul telling her about the Atreides atomic arsenal in the tent. How it could change everything. This is when we first see him being slightly intrigued by power. "You promised me you didn't want power". Paul switching it back on her with "no matter what I do, you still don't trust me". He is offended and tells her that he is fighting for her people, no matter what.
When they visit the arsenal you can see how scared she is. Paul is confused, but proud of his legacy- even if it is one that is big enough to destroy their planet. Their differences keep growing. He keeps having nightmares about losing her.
The final conflict in him is people pressuring him to go south, but he says he cannot, because he is afraid of the fundamentalists. Chani is the moral compass still, and she emphasizes he is right to be afraid of them.
"The world has made choices for us." Sounds like the beginning of a goodbye. We watch their last intimate scene together before it all changes irreversibly. "If I go south, I might lose you." "You will never lose me, not as long as you stay who you are". Tears rolling down his face. He knows already how much he is about to give up. She has no idea. "I will do what must be done". We see their goodbye kiss.
He drinks the water of life. She is furious but she runs to his rescue. She refuses to do so, but compelled by the voice, she saves his life- as it was written in the prophecy. When he wakes up she makes sure first that he is feeling well, then she slaps him and leaves. He emerges with a facial expression that is pure evil. At this point we know he is innocent no more and has switched to his dark side, the one that gives into power.
"She'll come to understand. I've seen it." He is so sure he can do whatever, and he'll still have her by his side... But when he arrives to speak at the gathering, Chani is the only one who doesn't kneel in front of him. He is still her equal in her head.
"I'm pointing the way!" as he shouts we can also see a switch in her. He's losing her. She's not looking at him lovingly at all anymore as she realizes it's her worst fear becoming reality in front of her eyes, and he is not the person she fell in love with anymore. She's angry, she loses hope, she's disappointed. Is about to give up on him.
When they go into battle, she still wears the blue scarf, not on her head anymore but on her arm. Still there with her, but barely.
The final scene. Everyone's gathering. He orders Gourney to bring the prisoners and then stops for one last moment before it's all about to go down. He looks behind his back. Chani's standing there, keep looking at him while he is about to walk up to her. Her facial expressions are childlike, showing how devastated and afraid she is, but she says "this isn't over yet" as if she was still hanging onto something. "I want you to know..." he says but he is looking at the ground, afraid to look her in the eye "...I will love you as long as I breathe". They lock eyes. It's his final moment to confess his everlasting love for her. Pain is written in his eyes. He knows it is goodbye, but she still has no idea what's about to happen. She sighs and swallows, furrowing her brows. No answer.
The prisoners arrive. Chani lifts her head up, trying to collect herself and stand proud. When he tells the emperor he is about to take his daughter's hand in marriage, we see Chani's face immediately. Her jaw drops. When he says "we will rule together", she is literally breathless, her eyes darting. She bites her lip before she looks up in disbelief. Straightening her pose once again, wanting to maintain her dignity.
Before Paul and Feyd-Rautha start their fight, Paul sneaks one last look at her to gather his strength. The music stops. We can only hear the knives and breaths during the fight. When he's on the ground, he can't help himself and looks for her. "She's your pet?" asks Feyd-Rautha. Chani shakes her head, visibly disgusted. Feyd-Rautha starts walking towards her, so Paul gets up immediately. This is when he knows he is going to end this man. But he gets stabbed and looks for her with fear in his eyes. Chani holds her breath in disbelief and her eyes widen.
He can barely breathe anymore, but he wins the fight. Chani is relieved, and gasps for air herself. Paul turns back to her, before he talks to the emperor. Her face lights up, showing how special he makes her feel in this exact moment, but in a second, her gestures return to the childlike frown that shows how betrayed she feels. Paul demands the emperor to kiss his father's ring. He does, the music starts again and the whole room gets on their knees.
Princess Irulan, Paul and Chani are the only ones left standing in the room. We hear their melody return, and build into something that is a lot bigger than them, and it's meant to break our hearts with the bittersweet sound. It was all about them leading up to this moment, and now they are no more. Irulan takes a look at the two of them, and realizes it all. Chani is shattered. Paul is not facing the Princess, but watches Chani leave (this is the last scene she is wearing blue), refusing to be a fool like everyone else. He shuts his eyes. He's never been in this much pain before, but he cannot show it. With her, Paul's last pieces of humanity leave, too.
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crabonfire · 1 year
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Mercs and some general dating headcannons :))
Characters: All mercs
Warning: none that I can think of!!
Note: I actually wanted to do this like a while ago but the motivation wasn't there...NOW IT IS!! this is a VERRRYYY long list of sweet headcannons for the boys and my special girl aka my girlfriend aka my silly little meow meow, Ms pauling :)
These are NOT in order, but I cover each character, don't worry! Im just writing this like without thought rn •♡•!!
(Ps reposts are GREATLY appreciated thanks cuties ♡)
♡Engie♡
• he's constantly calling you sweet pet names like honey, sugar, darlin...whatever corny name it is, you know he's calling you it.
• if you have a sweet tooth your in luck! I have a headcannon that when he's stressed with his inventions, he takes that time to cool off with BAKING!!! Its a craft that isn't as difficult as making a robot or upgrading a sentry, as all he needs to do is follow the instructions and it's a guaranteed success. So, it calms him down a bit and he gets to have a little snack break :)
So cause of that, he will bake for you!! Pies, Cakes, anything you're craving, he's got it.
• he makes u trinkets all the time. I feel like he's a man with many love languages, Quality time, Acts of service, and Gift Giving. He definitely cherishes you and shows it with the gifts he makes you.
• after a long day, it doesn't matter what your doing or where you are, he will always want to spend the rest of it cuddling you. Man LOVES cuddling.
• he's super corny. not surprising I know. not "writing poems for my love" corny but "making inventions and buying gifts for my love because they mentioned that they wanted it one time a couple days ago" type of corny.
• cannot STAND IT when you two are away. Like, he tells you that he'll be okay, and you'll be okay without you, but a day in and he already misses you.
• you are genuinely so good for him. His work makes him so occupied he forgets to eat or take care of himself, and he just...misses you a lot.
• his preference of dates are ones where he can have your full undivided attention, peace and quiet makes a great atmosphere for sweet intimacy.
Oh and one more thing, adores holding your hand. Walking together he's holding your hand, sitting down together? Holding your hand. Making love? Holding hands ♡♡♡♡
goddd I love cowboys yeehaaw 😊😊🫶🫶
♡Spy♡
• OK so yk how I said engie isn't making poems for my love corny? Well that's spy
• I wouldn't say spy is corny, I'd say he's cheesy but in a very elegant and refined way. Like wouldn't be overly cheesy, but he'd write you letters and poems so incredibly sweet you have to see your dentist if he gave you cavities.
• like engie, loves buying you stuff. His main love language.
"Mon amour, I have a gift for you."
"Oh-really? Oh man, you didn't need to get me anything."
"I know, but I saw this, and I know it would look good on you."
When you pull it out of the bag it's a pair of earrings that match your eyes, with a finishing touch that makes it glow in the moonlight.
"Spy...its...beautiful." You mutter out, enchanted by the beauty of the earrings. He smiles softly, charmed by your adorable reaction.
"Of course it is, I only pick the best for my love."
• god I love men so fucking much jesus fucking christ
• he definitely is not a vulnerable man. if you ever notice him being distant, it's because he's sad. But he will never ever admit it or even show it.
• if you do somehow notice, if you want to help, you need to confront him. He will not open up right away, but after seeing your worry, he will eventually give in. This guy needs a lot of comfort man.
He really appreciates and is thankful for the comfort or effort. it's nice. In his past experiences with genuine relationships, he's had trust issues with new ones... but he's slowly opening up to you.
• you two will cuddle in his smoking room. 100%.
• he loves to tease you, but especially loves to do it in French. Knowing the fact that you have no idea what he's saying but is still flustered by his words, it makes him feel so mushy inside. He used to hate it, but now, it's the only thing he wants to feel when he's with you.
AGHHHH EWWW FRENCH PEOPLE!! (I'd let him do me 🤤)
♡Pyro♡
• my sweet sweet little pyromaniac
• hold your hand all the time. loves hand holding.
• all your dates together are pretty simple, but sometimes he surprises you with literally insane ones.
• like hey yeah he took you to that nice picnic once during a time you were super sad, aww that's sweet...but remember that one time you two got banned from a zoo because he convinced you to join him by breaking inside of the fucking alligator exhibit? yeah. reaaal sweet.
• gives you mask kisses. they're more like little boops, but he'll make a "mwah!" Sound whenever he does and it makes u giggle (he loves it when you laugh or giggle ur so cute stink)
• I think if you've been close enough in the relationship, one day, he'd pull you aside to his room, and wear normal clothing. He won't take his mask off just yet, but he'd be comfortable enough to show his body off to you. (I headcannon him to have kind of a chubby body, he's a bit tanned, having some burn marks from his back to his hands.
• he's quite scared on how you'd react, but once he sees the fondess in your eyes and that genuine smile...he can't help but be relieved.
"Oh Pi..."
You'd slowly approach him, "May I..?" He's hesitant, but he nods.
You'd hold his hand and feel his skin for the first time, admiring ever single detail about it like your memorising it. He's watching you the entire time, curiously. You can't see, but he can feel his cheeks heat up when you lean to kiss the back of his hand. Then, making his hand cup your cheek, now its your turn to blush as you can feel his soft palm on your cheek, melting into it.
You look up at him. A love struck expression is now plastered onto your face,
"Pi... you're so gorgeous, baby."
Now, he feels as if his face is on fire. He looks away, fully knowing you can't see his face. You chucke, continuing to admire other parts of his body. The night is calm, ending with you two cuddling for the first time without his suit on, being able to feel his arms and how they trail over your body.
Man, is he so happy to have you.
• OK this was supposed to be a headcannon thing but I just realized I wrote a whole fucking one shot for pyro LMFAOOOOOOOOOOO HELP MEEEEE BAHAHHAHAHA
he'd be comfortable enough to take his mask off after a couple weeks of you seeing him and being with him without the bodysuit. yass!!
I love him so much...the silly!!!!! (Also not a dating headcannon but just a headcannon I headcannon pyro as a transman who got surgery but still likes feminine things, goes by He/She and doesn't mind they and also a silly goober!!! Hehe I love him)
♡Scout♡
• OK so I'm gonna be fr with u right neow I think if you two are just starting out its gonna be a bit difficult, he definitely has a lot of toxic masculinity to work through and also just...not understanding of certain stuff. But after you explain some boundaries and help him with his issues, it's great.
• you two get into all sorts of silly situations together, and he loves doing dumb stuff with you.
• for example, here's a conversation he once had with you unironically while eating fish;
"Hey babe, ya think that if I drank water, the fish would like...swim in my stomach or something?"
"...wh...what?"
"Like if since I just ate fish if I drank the water what if like the fish went up my throat again and I went guurlgllblulrrgllhbl??"
"Jeremy- laugh what???
"Yk like...fish live in water so what if it came alive again? lol??"
There's silence between you two until you both burst out laughing, you hitting the desk because of how dumb he is and him only realising how dumb he sounds.
• he loves you so much. He promised he wouldn't be one of those corny couples, but whenever you're cuddling, he's such a baby. He would REFUSE to let you go, and he'd constantly be talking some sweet cheesy stuff into your ear. He's definitely a sleep talker, and on the chances he's fallen asleep on top of you while cuddling, he'd say some corny stuff.
"...S/O..?"
"Yeah baby?"
"...I love ya...you smell nice..." He'd smile like a goof
(When me? WHEN ME? WHEN ME BITCH WHEN ME???@?@?"
• he loves it when you wear his clothes. I think he'd wear a lot of varsity jackets, and he melts whenever you wear one of his.
• definitely a possessive idiot that will threaten to fight whoever hits on you.
"Oh yeah? You want em huh? Oh, alright then, dats all good....Square up punk. I'm gonna beat you up so badly you're gonna start seein' stars. Yeah? YEAH? YOU WANNA FREAKIN' GO? LOUD FUCKING SWING LMFAO YEAH THAT'S RIGHT-MORON. Can't have them with your brains bashed in yea? Haha, you see that, babe? Babe...? Huh- what do you mean we gotta go? Someone...called the copsOHSHITWEGOTTAGO-"
• On several occasions, he has punched and / or used his bat on somebody who hit on you even after you told them you were taken.
get me a skinny twink who would beat someone up for me if they looked at me funny ♡
♡Sniper♡
• Hes such a clingy boyfriend I swear
• if you were doing something he'd wrap his arms around you from behind, nuzzling into your shoulder as he takes in your scent (it comforts him) as he smiles into you.
"You okay babe?"
"Mmh yeah, just missed ya..."
• always holding your hand or hugging you, he's such a touchy guy. (Though if your not very comfortable with it at first definitely gets the memo)
• loves it when you two are cuddling in a position that your holding him by your chest, he melts into a puddle when you kiss him.
• he's a bit shy at first. It's mostly the shock of how you actually are his partner, and he's not dreaming. His past relationships haven't exactly been... Yeah. but, after a couple of months of dating, he's more carefree and confident with you.
• he loves giving you random stuff.
"Here...its uh, dandelion. I found it while I was out on a walk. It reminded me of you."
"I got you this sweater I saw. I thought ya might like it."
"Hey roo, I got you these bracelets. I... got some for me, too. We could...match."
• his favourite activity with you is to stargaze up on his camper van, cuddling as you two ramble about your days while also imagining what's out in that huge space in the sky.
you two would make up fake names for the stars, he knows what they are called, but its cute to see you try and guess what they are.
• he's grown so used to being with you that on the nights you aren't together, he'd get so bummed out he'd even cry a little. He just misses you so much. He needs you.
• he loves showering and bathing with you. not anything sexual, but it's the fact it's such an intimate thing. It makes him so happy whenever you wash his hair or scrub his back, he's so peaceful with you.
ew he pisses in jars (I am so in love with him)
♡Soldier♡
• don't get me started on soldier
• the first start of the relationship, it actually goes smoother than you'd think. (Bro he pulled Zhanna after fucking her once he got that patriotic rizz)
• he's able to be cheesy and weirdly romantic because this man has no filter... He's honest, has a heart of gold, and is a man of many words.
• he takes you out on crazy dates, and loves to tell you about his adventures. he's a very loud guy, so expect tons of shouting from him.
• I'd say the only time he gets quiet or soft spoken is when you two are cuddling. He loves listening to you ramble or talk while you two are cuddling. Holding you so gently as you're going on about your day makes him feel so proud you have such trust in him to be so vulnerable, to be yourself.
• he's a sweet guy. He really is. Yes, his gifts can be a bit... unique. but he's just a dumb goofball who's incredibly in love with you.
• There might be some bumps in your relationship, but it's normal. He's just a bit far off on boundaries and general stuff about not yelling at everybody in public while on a date, but yk he'll learn sooner or later.
• he loves to pepper you with kisses, and loves it more when he can make you laugh. he'd do anything to make you smile, whether it's telling funny stories or tickling you, he loves your laugh.
whenever you smile, he melts a bit, and you're the apple to his eye.
• he really doesn't want to be sad around you and stuff, usually being a bit distant whenever he is genuinely feeling down. But when you smile up at him with such determination after a bad match... He quickly goes back into being tough and charasmatic soldier!!
Your his motivation S/O, don't underestimate that. He loves you so much that he'd fight the universe for you.
• also loves hand holding. he loves to play with your fingers sometimes, feeling how soft they are against his rough skin. If you cup his face, he will melt.
It seems you're the only one who can truly get into his defences, but he's quite happy about it.
I love him he's so fucking underrated like bro is my type I sjdjfjf SOLDIER!!! my beloved
♡Demo♡
one of his parts have SLIGHT NSFW!!!!!!!!! be warned bro😨😨
• djejdjfjfjfjrkekdjfjfjfjgkkg bro got me smiling like an idiot fr
• he loves you so much. sometimes when you two are alone together you can just catch him with love hearts in his eye, his goofy smile making you giggle.
"What? What is it?"
"Nothin...yer just perfect, dearie."
(I wish he was real so bad)
• buys you anything you want, and takes you out on lavish dinners. Always makes sure your happy and comfortable with him.
• when he's super drunk he purposely goes to you so thay you can take care of him, and when you do he's just flirting the entire time. (nsfw implications below)
"Woahhhhh there sweetie... your -hic- fingers ahre sooh sohft...."
"Haha, thank you Tavish."
"Ah wonder how thheyd feel wrapped around-mmy cock..."
'WHAAATTDIDHESAYYYY'
"HUH-"
He'd then burst out laughing at your shocked expression, laughing and pointing at your face as you shake your head, blush forming ever so slightly. Mans a fuckin tease.
• overall, he's such a sweetheart. He'd be such a good listener and would always cuddle you whenever he can. He LOVES kissing you, leaving kisses all over your body, marking them up while he memorizies each individual pattern you may have.
• he loves to shower with you also, not being able to resist kissing your back as scrubs and soaps your body.
• definitely compliments you atleadt 5 times a day. corny ahh
bro got that cyclops rizz 😂😂 (I would do things to this man)
♡Heavy♡
HEY BABES I have just been reminded that some of the russian words I use are wrong so IM VERY SORRY PLEASE IGNORE IF YOU ARE SLAVIC OH MY GOD 😭😭😭
• HEHEHEHEHSHHEHHEH hevy wepen gai...
• he loves to make you poems in Russian, and if you happen to translate them, he'd get overly shy when you bring them up or compliment them.
"Baby, I read your poem for me...it was so sweet. I loved it."
"Oh...um..yes. I am glad." Secretly freaking out and is literally screaming inside
• bro would be the type to cook for you everyday and insist on it. bro would be the type to hug you while he swings you in the air happily. bro be the type to be so in love with you thay he blushes and smiles at every little sweet compliment you give him bevause he feels so blessed to be with you.
• he loves to cuddle with you. feeling you on top of him, hugging him tightly as you sigh lovingly...it makes him melt.
• he calls you nicknames in Russian, like дорогая / дорогой which can mean dearest or darling, пупсик which is kitty, and would definitely call you мишка / мишок which means mouse. Yes, he chooses this because you are smaller in comparison to him. Plus I heard myshka is a very common petname in Russia so hehe (do correct me if I'm wrong tho)
• his favorite thing to do with you is probably cooking. if you suck at it he will teach you slowly, and encourage you even if it comes out wrong. if your good, he will ask if you'd like to cook with him more.
• I don't see him as somebody who cares much for physical touch, but I can see him loving acts of service with you and quality time. (Like engie!)
• so you two usually go out a lot, whether it's just hanging out together near the base or out on a nice beach date, he'll enjoy it as long as you are too.
• he loves to hold your hand tho. the size difference is adorable to him :)
(Also not saying reader is small and petite or anything heavy is a generally big guy, you'd probably still he smaller than him if you were bulky or fat.)
• he'd also read to you in Russian. do you understand? No not really. But his voice is so comforting, it's easy for you to fall asleep.
• overall, just a pretty calm guy. loves to cook, loves to read, loves to write you corny stuff, and sometimes would teach you Russian if you'd like to learn. (If your slavic then he's happy!!!)
also sorry his is shorter, I just don't have much for him at the moment :)
♡Medic♡
• like soldier and scout, your relationship is a bit bumpy at first. he has a lot of stuff he needs to work with, and he's not a very sympathetic person, so dealing with fights (if you ever have any) can be difficult.
• but after a while, he's learned to be a more affectionate and understanding partner.
• he's a sweetheart.
• whenever you visit him in his medbay while he's overworking himself, you just always manage to convince him to take a break. How could he deny you, your his love after all.
• to be honest he's really romantic sometimes.
• he'd call you sweet nicknames and would gently caress your cheek, admiring your eyes before placing a gentle kiss to your sweet lips.
"Mein gott liebling, you are truly zhe fascinating person I've ever had zhe pleasure of meeting."
• he'd ramble about his experiments to you, and whenever one is successful, your the first one he tells and his excitement is through the roof. But what makes it better is how you'd be so proud and happy for him, cheering for him and going to see his creation with him.
"Babe, that's so cool!! I'm so happy for you, this looks awesome."
"Thank you mein schatz, zhat...means a lot."
He's genuinely so enamored by your kind and endearing personality it stuns him sometimes.
• smiles like a goof whenever you leave him forehead or cheek kisses. Especially when you've come to check up on him and bring him his coffee, telling him how much you love him and then reminding him to take a break.
My god, he's constantly thinking about you.
• he'd ramble to his doves about you, and to be a little silly for you, he'd make them send you various letters throughout the day to be corny.
• he loves it when you respond to the letters or even talking to him about it and laughing. usually he won't ever do this, but he'd do it if it meant you'd laugh.
• when he's frustrated after a long day on the battlefield, please just hold him and let him rant about it, he doesn't need a logical solution he's just sorta tired.
Though, after you comfort and kiss him, he just smiles at you and thanks you, letting himself melt into your touch with how content he feels.
doctors with no license hmu
♡ END ♡
bro this took so long to write that my hands are so sweaty?? yes, I write on my phone I don't have a laptop (I wish I did tho writing would be much much easier) if there are any errors don't comment on it please I spent an hour writing this and I haven't drunk water in a while LMFAOOO did this bitch innone go
Anyways hope you enjoyed!! Again, reposts are greatly appreciated and would help my growth a lot.
If you have any requests feel free to put them in my inbox!! And as always, I hope you had a wonderful day. xoxo, crab :•) ♡
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My head is filled with Yuma and cnc kink 🙈🙈
[TW: CNC; PERV!Yuma]
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I'm here to support the image of a perverted Yuma, listen, he's all cute and stuff, but if you look at some of his behaviors you can understand the point I'm trying to make. He's your boyfriend, you share the same bed, you eat together, you do pretty much everything, most of the time but still he can't stop his perversions, from rubbing up against you while you're sleeping, now that he's learned the tactic of not waking you up completely, and the fact that you wake up all wet and dirty already betrays what Yuma was up to last night. You shower with the door open, that's a fact, you're already at that level of intimacy, but you don't notice his hand inside his pants while he watches you from the bed, or when he invents going in so he can shower with you when he suddenly puts you on against the wall so he can fit his dick in your entrance and then fuck you "y-yuma...what are you doing??" ; "bathing with you, honey". In public he will always keep you close to him, your body pressed to his body because he will show you how hard he is getting because of you and that if by chance you are not very good at escaping him, he will find a way to get you. Starting a battle between you and the clock so that Yuma just won't fuck you in public. Situation that you rarely win because if he wants something from you, he'll have it, even if merely hidden he needs to do it. Most of the time he's not waiting for you to give him a break, even when you're focused on your work or studies, Yuma will be between your legs licking your intimacy, starving, with his unending libido "y-yuma...stop, please stop...i-i need to do this" ; "shh, I'm busy" you're shaking, begging, trying to contain yourself, but he won't stop until he's got all of your liquid in his mouth, smearing it all over. When he persistently puts your hand down his pants wanting you to touch him even though you don't want to and he gets a little manipulative "You never do anything for me" and then you give in to it by giving him the best handjob he can muster to have in all his life "you do me so good,y/n" ;
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okay sorry this is nsfw but i really love the way you write sydcarmy sex scenes!! i absolutely love their dynamic during sex and was wondering if you could talk about how you go about writing that
no need to apologize! i do in fact write it...quite a lot lol thanks for liking it!
omg this is such a great question that i have no clue how to answer. i have the urge to treat this like an open book test and check my sources like how do i write them having sex lol
uumm i think for one, I will say I'm asexual and the only way sex interests me is through writing it. i think in reality it is an inherently ridiculous practice involving deathly levels of repetition lol and the challenge of making that actually sexy and appealing is what intrigues me. i look at it like deceit. how can I explain just enough to let you know what's happening without grossing you out? and then how can i get you so engaged, so aroused, that you might be grossed out and you're too far gone to care?
i do love details, and i think not shying away from that is how you reach something deliciously filthy. that's my style at least, i've noticed others can gloss over things in a very poetic way that is so beautiful, but just does not come naturally to me. i want to overload you with details almost as if your senses are being overwhelmed alongside theirs.
one thing i've done that helped me when i was struggling is to make a brain map? a smutty brain map where i listed all the sounds a person can make, all the synonyms for genitalia and the adjectives you can apply to them, and did the same for the actions. what can a tongue do? hips, mouth, how many ways can you say wet? things like that. i think that's my best advice.
and then i'm also just a huge softie for my babies, and when it comes to sydcarmy i want their love to be so apparent it's almost offensive. i want it to be sensual, passionate, like they just can't get enough of one another and are almost made victims of their lust and want and desire. but i also don't worry about breaking momentum if i think they'd crack a joke here or there that's not inherently sexy. speaking through the exploration of their bodies just points to the height of their intimacy anyway, so who cares?
and when the going gets tough i listen to the same music you would to work out or something lol and just hype myself up all the way. for me that's always gonna be rap and hiphop which is sorta ridiculous but i am who i am. i'm bopping to kenny telling myself i'm literally the sex god, i've invented intercourse, and this smut is gonna be so fucking hot when satan peeks over my shoulder he's gonna damn well blush okay???
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Chapter 19 - Truce
Warnings: one curse word
Summary: Molly and Y/N go tête á tête.
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George and Ginny stretched as far as they could out the window.
"Can you hear anything?" Ginny asked.
"I can hear them talking, but I can't make out what they're saying." George sighed.
"Damn. You and Fred need to invent an eavesdropping device," his sister said, leaning out a little further.
George grabbed her shirt to keep her from falling headfirst out the second story window, his mind already working out a spy gadget to prevent Ginny from plummeting to her death. "C'mon," he said. "If we're quiet, we can sneak around behind the shed. We'll be able to hear them better there than up here."
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After she and Ginny's returned from their excursion, Y/N and George disappeared up to his bedroom for some much needed cuddletime. "I was afraid you'd want to break up after everything that happened this morning." George said.
"For I while, I did." Y/N admitted. "I thought that if I was gone, it would fix everything."
"Fix everything?" George looked incredulous. "I would've never spoken to mum again if she drove you off."
"Yeah, I kinda figured. That's why I'm still here."
"I'm so very glad you stayed. Though, just so you know, I would have followed you to the ends of the earth to get you back." George admitted, leaning in for a kiss.
They'd just felt the brush of each other's lips when a knock at the door interrupted them.
George rolled his eyes. "Come in," he said, not bothering to unravel himself from Y/N.
Molly opened the door, hesitating for the span of a few seconds as she took in the tangled jumble of arms and legs. The couple was fully clothed, so nothing untoward was happening, yet their cozy intimacy left her feeling flushed and intrusive.
Clearing her throat, Mrs. Weasley spoke. "Y/N, I'd like you to join me in the garden. I need help harvesting the strawberries."
Y/N looked to George, who gave her the faintest of nods. "Of course, Mrs. Weasley. Just need to put my shoes on."
"I'll meet you in the kitchen." Molly said and headed downstairs.
As soon as she was gone, Y/N moved to grab her shoes, but George held her in place. "Don't let her intimidate you, love."
"Oh, I won't." Y/N smiled. "Not anymore."
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Y/N followed Molly out to the garden, with no idea what to expect. And, frankly, she wasn't sure she cared anymore. Once she realized that George and Ginny would clash with Molly regardless of whether she stayed or left, it was game over. For good or ill, she was going to fight for her relationship.
"I can tell you care very deeply about George," Molly said as soon as they were well away from prying ears.
"That's at least one thing we have in common," Y/N replied, an edge to her voice.
Molly stopped and stared at her for a moment, then gave a curt nod. "He cares deeply about you too and that's what worries me. He's such a sensitive boy."
'You weren't worried about his sensitivity when you destroyed all of his and Fred's mail order stuff. He still hasn't gotten over that,' Y/N thought, but said nothing.
"You're going to be away for a year." Molly continued. "That's a long time. Anything could happen."
Y/N sighed. That very fear had consumed her in recent weeks and she was done tearing herself apart over it. "Anything could happen if I stay here. Anything can happen anywhere."
Molly huffed and rolled her eyes. "Well yes, girl, it can. But, some things are more likely to happen if you're apart. What if you meet someone else?"
"And what if George does the same?" Y/N countered. "The knife cuts both ways, Mrs. Weasley. We're both putting our hearts on the line and we both understand and accept the risks." Y/N paused to pick a few strawberries before continuing. "Besides, it's not distance that separates people. It's silence."
Molly crossed her arms and appraised Y/N as she went back to harvesting berries. "Not mincing your words anymore, are you?" she asked.
Y/N shrugged. "My very existence seems to offend you. You hated me when I was all nice and meek, so I may as well speak my mind. What's the worst that can happen? You still hate me?"
Molly took a step back, Y/N's words knocking the wind out of her. She wasn't sure why, but those words hurt more anything her children had said. They'd called her selfish and petty, things that she could write off as being a mother protecting her children. But hatred? Against a girl whose only crime was unwisely falling in love with her son. What had she become?
Molly visibly swallowed. "I don't hate you. I just don't want my son getting hurt."
Y/N stood. When she spoke, the edge in her voice was gone. "Mrs. Weasley, I admire that you're so fiercely protective of your family. Especially, since my parents tossed me away like a bag of trash." She held up her hand when Molly gasped. "I'm not looking for sympathy, just stating facts."
Closing her eyes for a moment, Y/N took a deep breath before speaking again. "Life breaks all our hearts sooner or later and there's not a damn thing anyone can do about it, except be there to help pick up the pieces."
Molly heaved a heavy sigh. "So, where do you propose we go from here?"
"Forward."
"Forward to where? To what?
"No idea. I know where I want it to go, where I'll fight for it to go. But, life is always surprising us, isn't it?" Y/N said. "We think this one is gonna happen, but something else happens instead."
She paused, giving Molly a chance to speak. When Mrs. Weasley said nothing, she continued.
"Fourteen years ago, the magical community thought Harry had destroyed Voldemort and they'd never have to worry about the Dark Lord again. But something else happened instead.
You thought all your boys would grow up, get Ministery jobs and fall in love with nice British girls. But something else happened instead.
And I thought I'd come over here for a year, make some great memories, then go back home and pick up with my old life." Y/N smiled, her gaze softening. "But something else happened instead."
For a few long moments, Molly stood still and silent. Then she chuckled. "You know, very few people tell me I'm wrong to my face."
"We all get it wrong sometimes. The future isn't set in stone. And even if it is, stone can be broken."
Molly gave her a curious look. "You are a very unusual girl, Miss Y/L/N."
Y/N grinned wide. "Why, thank you Mrs. Weasley. I'll take that as compliment."
The corners of Molly's mouth lifted, just a little. "From now on, call me Molly."
"Ok‐‐Molly. Is this a truce?"
"Yes, I suppose it is," the Weasley matriarch said, stepping toward Y/N. "But, keep in mind, I'm still not entirely happy with the situation."
"That's fair enough." Y/N replied, then leaning closer to Molly, she whispered, "shall we tell them they can come out from behind the shed, now?"
Next Chapter:
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I read your personal thoughts on it earlier today and had some thoughts about it myself (that may go beyond OL and beyond the book, actually have no idea what is in the book about this at all).
But first want to point out that this is him telling it from his POV, not CB's (although in the past she said some things about it too, but I don't want to add that point in the conversation right now). So let's keep that out.
I read some more views/thoughts on it, it's of course what you take out of it. Though most of the 'views' I read just touch a tiny part of it, a few words taken out of context and then base an opinion on it. It doesn't only happen with this part, but also with more parts of the conversation. and everyone starts to interpret things in their own (sometimes biased) way. Which for me is a little too easy.
I listened to this part again, to what he actually said. I made a clip from it to add to this post.
The things I take out of it are; He starts to point out how the show is very intimate, very graphic. He also points out that eight years ago the world was a different place, the industry was, and the viewers were. He says "the Starz platform is build on that [...] it was very like this is what you're paying for, you're paying for the camera to not look away" [...]
"We were in a world where we had to show everything, I don't think we would do the same thing today than we did back then. As a young actor, who was very green, I didn't really know how to navigate it. I felt it was an awkward situation, I felt a little bit pressurized, definitely. And certainly at one point I felt that my trust was betrayed, definitely. But that's not on anyone, it's more that's what the expectation was. You know I signed the contract, it absolutely is what it was.
But, eight years later [...] The industry is completely changed now, and I think the viewers are changed. And I think also, I'm older and more experienced. I, in this situation now, also as a producer, I wanted to help other actors and also younger actors as well. And the thing is, it's not just the actors, it's also for the crew and for the directors and producers and everyone, to keep everyone protected [...]
I left it there, cause that is what it is about I think. And imo he's actually pointing out how things were different 8 years ago, not only him as a person, his role, but also the world, the industry, the (expectations) of viewers [that last part, I want to come back to a little later in this post as I think it is an interesting part as well]. Now he's a more experienced actor (and older) and also a producer, which gives him the opportunity to improve the situation he was in for other actors as well as the crew. At the same time, the world, the industry has changed as well, and an intimacy coach is something that became more common (and helpful) these last years in the industry. It's not that he invented it himself.
I do not actually see this as a "why people often wait until they are looking at their career or life in the rear view mirror before writing a memoir" as you concluded, it's merely a change in the industry, an evolvement in the culture, the way we/people try to be more aware of emotions, prevent hurdles, improve working environments etc.
Bit above, I already gave away, I wanted to come back to the 'expectations' of viewers. I've often wondered about that. Not only for this show, but also in general about intimacy in tv shows or movies. What are the actual expectations of viewers? Or should I say what does a network think their viewers expectations are? And did these expectations of viewers really change?
First of all, I don't know if we can talk about a major common denominator. I read talks about 'chemistry', 'romance', 'sex', 'love'... What exactly is it the viewer expects to see? His description of the Starz platform almost makes me believe that it is a sort of camouflaged soft porn network. I hope that is not what he meant though. Is it about how much we see, the amount of skin, the intimate actions physically, the graphical way a rape is put in scene? When is it not enough, or when is it too much for viewers?
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It's nothing really new though, not 8 years ago, but already much longer ago. In 1964-1968 the French 'Angelique' movies with Michèle Mercier, hit the (European) theaters (and later on tv screens) which showed much skin, and the BDSM community embraced the movies. In 1973 the Dutch movie 'Turks Fruit' (Turkish Delight) was released. A movie based upon the book of Jan Wolkers and directed by Paul Verhoeven with actors Rutger Hauer and Monique van de Ven. In which sex, skin, a camera not shying away, plays a major role in the story. I could name a few movies more but I name these ones as they were created decades ago, with young actors, and both based on books where intimacy played a major role in the stories. In those days, yes, a good part of the public would call it scandalous. But I'm quite sure they all watched (with more or less occasional blushes). So I do think the expectations, or the way viewers think about intimacy in movies or tv shows did change, not only in 8 years but over a much longer period. But the question remains, when is it necessary, when does it contributes to a story, how much is necessary to support the story. Or is it simply a selling point?
[PS. @etmgpa I don't know exactly what happened, but while writing this long post as an answer, I somehow couldn't save it and then while I copied the text and closed your message, it was gone. Fortunately I had another tab open and could still create a screenshot of your message, so I've put that on this post. Sorry 🤷‍♀️]
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edelgarfield · 9 months
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god tw personal family medical issues
my mom said some completely wild shit to me last Sunday and I want to vent about it, but what she said was so absolutely unhinged that it requires like 5 different layers of context before I can even BEGIN to unpack what she said and it's like. I want and need to reach out to people and vent about it but I don't even know how to start that conversation with anyone who isn't already up to speed on my nightmare of a family.
so. my dad is sick, he's been sick my entire adult life with a degenerative disorder but he recently got diagnosed with cancer.
here's the thing. there is zero emotional intimacy in my family. we do not talk about feelings. we do not rely on each other. we do not talk about anything other than shallow surface level topics.
that degenerative disorder my dad has? the only reason I know what it is is because I went through his medicine cabinet back in high school. he has never once in the 10 years he's had it sat me down and said "by the way I'm sick and my condition is called X." even though he is clearly, visibly, provably getting worse over the years he has not and will not talk about it. I don't know what his prognosis is. I don't know what his current treatment plan is. I don't know what things he can and can't do on his own.
he is treating his cancer the exact same way. he didn't tell me he even had cancer until two days before he started chemo. I do not know what type of cancer he has. I do not know how bad it is. I do not know what treatment options he's pursuing. whenever I ask he and my mom dodge the question.
that is an extremely quick and dirty summary of what's going on.
so my mom and I were going to a play on Sunday. as we're getting out of the car my mom out of nowhere says "you know you're going to be rich?"
I have no idea what she's talking about and say as much. she starts complaining that my dad's mom updated her will to split my dad's share of her money between me and my brother and my mom is upset that none of it is going to her.
already. this is such a wild and out of touch thing to complain about. like do you want me to sympathize with you bc you think you deserve a bigger share of some future money that hasn't even happened yet? I'm just flabbergasted as my mom goes on to ask if I'm going to take care of her when she's old. again. wild.
I'm like "what about dad? shouldn't he be upset that he's getting cut out?"
and my mom turns to me with this look of condescending pity and says "[Dad's mom] is going to outlive him, why do you think she updated the will?"
GEE MOM I DONT FUCKING KNOW. NOBODY TELLS ME SHIT AROUND HERE.
this is the first time I'm hearing about my grandma updating her will. this is the first time I'm hearing that my dad apparently has TERMINAL CANCER.
and instead of telling me any of this directly like a normal fucking person my mom slides it into the middle of a conversation of her complaining about not being in my grandma's will.
(sidenote: immediately after she dropped this bombshell I replied "okay, well when dad dies you'll get his money" "dad isn't as rich as his mom" so like. classy all around)
like what the fuck is wrong with you??? there are so many things wrong with this conversation I don't even know where to start. do you think I'm going to care about some imaginary money when my dad is APPARENTLY dying? do you think I'm going to feel sorry for you that you're not getting a cut when you're already set up to live an extremely comfortable life?? why are you jealous of your CHILDREN when this is literally just a consolation prize for having a DEAD FATHER.
if you gave me unlimited attempts to try and guess how my mother would choose to tell me my dad was dying I could not have come up with this in a million years. among all the possible ways you could have chosen to tell me my dad is dying how did you invent a completely new one that's more audacious and absurd than all the rest? it is truly astounding the lengths that my parents will go to avoid showing a single iota of vulnerability. why are you like this? if there was literally any time in your life to at least PRETEND to be a normal family it would be now. my parents can only reveal extremely important, heavy information when it's bracketed by the most absurd conversation you've ever had.
and here's the thing: my mother is a notoriously unreliable source of information. she exaggerates, dramatizes, misremembers, and if all else fails just straight up lies. this would not be the first time she has told me someone is dying because that's more attention grabbing than "they're very sick"
(one time my mother insisted to me she was dying, when I asked if she was serious she said yes. I asked her to please tell me the truth because I was genuinely worried she insisted no really she was dying. I went to my dad and he said no, she's not dying, she had a very bad sinus infection)
so I have no idea whether my dad is actually dying or whether my mother is exaggerating what the doctor said bc she's apparently allergic to just telling the truth. and I have no way to confirm bc my dad will not talk about his illness with me. so I'm just stuck, worrying with no answers & no idea when/if answers are coming. I have no idea how bad my dad's sickness is, I have no idea if it's terminal and how long he has left if it is. for all I know it could be two months or two years.
and it doesn't get better! it's only going to get worse from here as my dad gets sicker and dies (if he does), they're not going to suddenly start keeping me in the loop. they're not going to suddenly start comforting me. I'm always going to be the last to know and I'm always going to be told in the most confusing, awful way possible.
this is just such a perfect snapshot of what my childhood was like. my family is the place where emotions go to die. my own mother can't even be bothered to provide the tiniest sliver of comfort or support when she tells me my DAD is DYING. where do I get it, then? if my own fucking family won't comfort me then who will? no wonder I'm so fucked up, no wonder I'm so desperate and starved for affection because I went practically 13 years before I even knew what affection was.
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bimiio · 1 year
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Don't worry, all you have to do is call me prettyboy again and look pretty, which obviously won't be hard for you
And feedback is always welcome
It is an absolute travesty that no one has fucked the coherence out of you yet 😔 I'd absolutely change that if I could (inventing teleportation just for you)
-a very shy butch
u think i’m pretty? (´ ꒳ ` ✿)
it’s not 4 lack of ppl tryin!! i am just terrified of intimacy n vulnerability in a romantic/sexual context even tho i want it </3
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thmolineux · 3 months
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𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚃𝚄𝚂 … 𝚃𝙰𝚁𝙶𝙴𝚃 . *     ◟    :    𝗳𝗼𝗿 : 𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗹 .
𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐲 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 , even in the press of bodies. of course he does; what's the use of intimacy, if not this? he's lost more nights with angel than he's remembered with pretty much anyone else. teddy knows how she moves in a crowd like he knows his own name. well - poor point of comparison.
truth of the matter is, he can scout angel from a wasteland of suits and sequins for many reasons. take your pick. partly because, you know, look at her. they're all movement, all dynamic circles. in a room of calculated turns and closely held elbows, they stand out like a track turned twice the reverb of everything around it.
partly, sure, it's because teddy has danced with her long enough to read her body in the air. like wavelength; like forecasting. by this point (and what has it been? three, four years at the gravity?) he recognises the way she seesaws her way through open space. it used to be that he could time his music by it.
intimacy, see. who says the world above has a monopoly on it? gravity invented its own way of knowing. the only element that could've made this harder to guess - because there is a catch, always - is that, right now, they both have more clothes on than usual. theodore novak and angel cardona have a fucktruck of things in common, chief among which: forgettable they are not. on average, decent they are also not.
she is toying with something, when he spots her. a glass or a trinket; it catches the light like a lesser pair of eyes. teddy sidles up to them and hooks his arm around their elbow. ″ready, set, go? I heard there's a tarot-reading octopus on the higher floors. and like, I don't even care, ange. you're with me? we have to find a way in.‶
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he clicks his teeth. somewhere behind him, chairs get pulled out. cards get pushed in. people's futures get timber-chopped at the poker table. not waiting for an answer, teddy fixes him with a levelled stare. ″have you, angel amadis, ever had a marine creature read you for filth? no? fucking thought so. what's the plan?‶
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whalleyrulz · 5 months
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halloween 2023
26) HOUSE/HAUSU
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first up i am sorry i forgot to write this up yesterday! oh no! let's talk two movies again!
there's some of you who are looking at this saying "there's no way she just watched hausu for the first time on the 24th of october, 2023." and to them i say, i also, when watching the movie, was shocked that it was my first time, because it is exactly the type of movie you'd think, and i also thought, i'd have seen many times before
y'all
hausu's a 1977 japanese movie about a group of teenagers who go for summer vacation to a house in the boonies. then, what happens next is, the house eats them.
y'all
this movie is unbelievable. it swings for, and hits, every single note it aims for. it is a perfect example of what it means to Be On Your Bullshit. it is, without a doubt, one of the movies of all time
damn near every death has something so iconic in them that over the last 20 years since 1977, don't correct me it sickens me, cinema has yet to achieve what's done here. there's floating heads biting asses. there's dancing skeletons. there's a gorgeous cannibal witch who mugs at the camera. there's an assault of mattresses.
this is unlike every movie. you know the idea of outsider art? this feels like that. this feels like someone read a bunch of manga, then said "i bet if someone ever invented the way to put this in motion, it'd look like this. i shan't research to see if these motion pictures exist."
it's incredible!
27) HELLRAISER
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i really want to say there's something wrong with modern cinema, in that everyone is beautiful, and nobody is horny, and this movie fights both trends and as a result is the best, but that's not quite it is it? because movies never did horny like hellraiser before. and never have since. the kind of horny this movie does warms my heart
and no, i'm not talking about the kink. the kink is obviously a big part of the movie, but that's not what i'm talking about
and i'm not talking about the queer subtext either, because being queer is not synonymous with being horny, and this subtext isn't what i'm talking about
i'm talking about the dinner party, where steve does a cool cigarette trick, and kirsty has the thirstiest response. i'm talking about her drunken stumble (some of the best drunk acting in all cinema) where you can see she eggs herself on. i'm talking how when kirsty and steve hook up, they don't even share a bed, but there's a level of intimacy that is so fucking wholesome and cute about him sleeping on the floor. wholesome horny
and i'm talking about julia's awkwardness with men, with all men. i'm talking about how she falls for frank, not because he's nice to her, or because he's interestingly mean, but because for once in her life, she's desired by someone. and when she starts bringing other men home, they don't have this burning need to have her, like frank, they're just there, and she's disappointed in them like she is larry; they aren't horny. they're just sad. and she knows horny. needy horny
and hell. i'm talking about the inexplicable bone dragon man eating fistfuls of crickets making direct eye contact with kirsty. he wants those crickets as bad as he wants to be seen as nasty. nasty horny
it's all desire. this movie fuckin' gets desire, y'all. like, it's not just about a horror. it's about desire. and when the horrible things happen, because of how laced with desire the movie is, and because of how phenomenal the effects are when frank is reborn, you too share a desire for the dark and perverse to happen, because at its heart, hellraiser wants you to want. deeply. truly.
it's my favorite movie, i swear. it has such sights to show you
1. skinamarink | 2. smile | 3. the black phone | 4. talk to me | 5. m3gan | 6. significant other | 7. cobweb | 8. horror in the high desert | 9. the pope's exorcist | 10. knock at the cabin | 11. infinity pool | 12. becky | 13. no one will save you | 14. huesera: the bone woman | 15. scream vi | 16. idle hands | 17. a wounded fawn | 18. v/h/s 85 | 19. evil dead rise | 20. mama | 21. look away | 22. some bad shorts and then the oldest view | 23. final destination | 24. beau is afraid | 25. phenomena
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cloudie-skay · 8 months
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This would have been a post befitting of Pride month but I say I can post about sexuality and gender any damn time I want. I also just want this written down somewhere
Identity is one shitty puzzle and I lost the box for it ages ago
It was easy to accept that I was nonbinary. It's one of the first things I discovered about myself when the idea of different genders and sexualities was just getting introduced to me. There were signs that even a younger me recognised. I have journal entries dating to 2016 where I referred to my as a gender-neutral person back when I thought I was inventing the term. I told my best friend I was genderfluid but then whenever they asked what pronouns I felt like that day it was always they/them. There had always been some sort of disconnect when people called me a girl that I couldn't quite pinpoint. So when I stared at the definition of nonbinary for maybe a bit too long, it all kinda clicked in place.
It was easy to accept that I was asexual. Getting rid of all the imbalanced hormones and religious trauma, there was no desire left. There was a morbid curiosity for something I was barred from really knowing about but then that was it? Catholic school really scared us into thinking we'd become deranged sex addicts if we looked at porn at all. Then came how others described how they perceived attractive people. Sometimes it came with an underlying motivation that I didn't really understand. I really went through life thinking sexual attraction was some sort of inside joke I just didn't quite get yet because I haven't had sex. Though it didn't initially occur to me that it was because I simply didn't have any sexual attraction, I figure it out eventually. At this point, I wouldn't bat an eye if it turns out I'm demisexual instead though.
Despite all these lables seeming slotting into my identity pretty neatly, it was not and still isn't easy to come to terms that I might be aromantic. To me it simultaneously doesn't make any sense and makes too much sense.
I'm a hopeless romantic, I say with emphasis on hopeless every single time. I've had crushes, I've dated people, and I have a desire for romance! Surely that means something?
But I fantasise over the most mundane things, I read fairy tales of princesses and their knights, I watched movies of people falling in love. Maybe the romance I want isn't something I could even get.
I want to love and be loved in that way. I want the intimacy and emotions you get from romantic love. I've always wanted that kind of love where you are each other's world, where you put each other over most else. I still want to be held desperately close by the person who knows me like the back of their hand, as I do them
But whenever I think of these scenarios and images, I can never really put someone there with me. There's never a solid image of someone in my life that I could fully imagine doing those act with.
The pessimistic side of me thinks I'll feel like this forever, that I'm just not built for that kind of love no matter how hard I try. And that I shouldn't pull someone through my fantasies without loving them the same way.
The desperate optimistic side of me thinks that maybe I just need to find the right person. That when I finally do, I would pour all this bottled up love on them as soon as I can. Maybe even a little scared that I'd love too intensely.
As of now, I can't piece that part of my identity and even then, I don't even know if I'd like what piece ends up fitting in that empty space. I feel like that this point, I'm avoiding finishing the puzzle because halfway in, I realised I didn't like the picture I was about to complete.
I like the parts I did put together before, and I'll probably stare at the unfinished puzzle for a while before I dare put it together fully
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Ich habe 246 Mal im Jahr 2022 etwas gepostet
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Ich habe 148 meiner Einträge im Jahr 2022 getaggt
Nur 40% meiner Einträge hatten keine Tags
#tim drake – 29 Einträge
#conner kent – 13 Einträge
#superboy – 13 Einträge
#jason todd – 13 Einträge
#robin – 13 Einträge
#red hood – 12 Einträge
#kon el – 12 Einträge
#red robin – 10 Einträge
#dc – 9 Einträge
#dc comics – 9 Einträge
Longest Tag: 116 characters
#don't forget that a fic tha few people read because it's a rare ship or whatever and that doesn't get a lot of kudos
Meine Top-Einträge im Jahr 2022:
#5
Chapters: 2/? Fandom: Superboy (Comics), Red Robin (Comics), Young Justice (Comics), Teen Titans (Comics) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Tim Drake & Kon-El | Conner Kent, Tim Drake/Kon-El | Conner Kent Characters: Kon-El | Conner Kent, Tim Drake, Dru-Zod Additional Tags: Kryptonian Kon, Kryptonian!Kon-El, Alternate Universe, Kryptonians Invaded Earth (DCU), Kryptonians (DCU), Krypton is Destroyed (DCU), but Kryptonians are alive, Spaceships, War, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, no capes AU Summary:
Kon had heard rumours of him. Bruce Wayne’s right-hand man. They had never gotten this close to the heart of the resistance, not once in all those months and years of war.
For TimKon Week 2022: Day 7 - Kryptonian Kon
1 Anmerkung – Gepostet 28. November 2022
#4
Dear Yuletide Writer 2022
Dear Yuletide Writer,
Thank you so much for agreeing to write for me! :) I can't tell you just how excited I am. This is my second Yuletide, and I’ll try to give you as much inspiration and fangirling as a point to jump off of as I can, so I hope you’ll find some useful bits and pieces here. I am very much looking forward to reading whatever you come up with. Don’t stress about writing for me - as long as you have fun with it, I’m sure I’ll like my gift. :)
Please feel free to browse my ao3 (KitKaos) and/or tumblr to get an idea of what I stan, like, read or write. I hope I can give you some broad ideas and inspirations in this letter to help you plan. The prompts below are nothing more than ideas, though - feel free to ignore them or to fall back on my general likes if you have a better idea. :)
Gifts are enabled in AO3, so treats are welcome! :)
Oh, and should you, esteemed Yuletide Writer, want to write in German instead of English, then I'm definitely okay with that. I'm fluent in both, so whichever you feel more comfortable with.
If there's something missing or if you have a question, you can reach out to me via the mods.
_______&_______
General likes (in no particular order):
friends-to-lovers or even enemies-to-lovers (with all the drama of grudginly admitting that the other party maybe isn't all that terrible and all)
found families
fake dating
pining
crossdressing
undercover missions
drunken shenanigans
reconciliation between estranged characters
second chance romance
characters torn between two sides (e.g. two different loyalties, or love versus duty)
gestures of affection and intimacy (such as forehead kisses, cuddling in bed, holding hands, massages)
casual intimacies
hurt/comfort (especially with an emphasis on the comfort)
seduction (especially seduction/corruption of someone who's less experienced and/or initially reluctant)
games: truth or dare, playing drinking games/strip games for fun, seduction games
Can't Stop Thinking About That Thing I Saw Completely By Accident (a.k.a. various flavours of accidental voyeurism)
competence porn
masquerades
tattoos
body details (freckles, moles, tan lines, goosebumps, acne, scars, burns, wrinkles, etc.)
redemption arcs
Vollständigen Eintrag ansehen
1 Anmerkung – Gepostet 15. Oktober 2022
#3
How did clowns get through the day before the invention of balloons/plastics?
1 Anmerkung – Gepostet 17. Februar 2022
#2
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Batman (1966), Batman: Wayne Family Adventures (Webcomic), Batman - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Duke Thomas, Cassandra Cain, Tim Drake, Stephanie Brown, Jason Todd, Damian Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth, Batfamily Members, King Tut (Batman), Condiment King Additional Tags: Community: pod_together, pod_together 2022, Humor, Crack(ish?), Batfamily Shenanigans (DCU), Batfamily-centric (DCU), Podfic & Podficced Works, Podfic, Fic & Podfic Summary:
With a sound like silent thunderclap, our dauntless defenders were gone. Vanished without a trace, and only the low, rumbling laughter of King Tut remained in their stead. Could it really be that Batman and Robin had been outsmarted this time?
OR: The 1960s Dynamic Duo travels to today's B:WFA universe
2 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 26. August 2022
Meine #1 des Jahres 2022
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Batman (Comics), Teen Titans (Comics) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Tim Drake/Kon-El | Conner Kent, Kon-El | Conner Kent/Cassie Sandsmark Characters: Tim Drake, Kon-El | Conner Kent Additional Tags: Sexting, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, no beta we die like robins, Miscommunication Summary:
Tim still doesn’t know what to think. He can’t unsee what he just got a glimpse of. He can’t forget. His traitorous mind seems to return to it over and over again. He is not okay with this. It was all he could do to keep his adoptive sister from killing his best friend.
When Cass' phone vibrated at dinner, Tim was sat next to her. He saw. He saw the picture. Saw how Cass just calmly deleted it, murmuring some vague death threat, and made to get up.
6 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 17. August 2022
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there was something different
**TRIGGERS: nsfw, blood.
hopefully, that's enough. Anymore would be a spoiler.**
"Don't make it weird," she said, throwing him a mock warning look. She put her pile of dry clothes down on the hood.
He chuckled from the other side of the car. He pointed at himself while looking around the lot, empty but for a few cars. "Who? Me?" He was sarcastic, also, because they both knew she was more likely to make it weird.
They had just finished a strenuous hike. When they returned to the cool, quiet trailhead, shaded by tall conifers, she stated her intention to change out of her sweaty clothes before they drove out. "I have sensitive skin. I don't want to break out. Plus, sitting in wet clothes is so uncomfortable."
As she began her deck change, he employed himself by scuffing his shoes in the loose dust and sparse gravel, his back turned. She whipped off her t-shirt, and flung the tie out of her hair into a tangle of galium at the edge of the trees. "Fuck," she mumbled as she bent to locate and extract the hair tie, putting it around her wrist. She pulled a wrap dress from her pile, long and black with thin straps, made of quick drying fabric. She tied it on over her sports bra, began pulling her arms out of the bra and the bra out from underneath the dress. She took off her pants and underwear. She was reaching for her dry pair when she heard his footsteps behind her.
She was not alarmed. Deck changing was invented to preserve modesty. She was about to scold him anyway, for fun, when she felt his hands warming the skin on her upper arms.
"Wh--"
"That," he says, "is a perfect dress for you." Something about his tone.
"Oh, thanks. I found it secondhand." Her words accepted the compliment, but her tone was cautious and questioning. His hands slid down her arms and intertwined their fingers. It brought his body up against her back. The contact caused the chill to retreat from her skin, though her body produced an involuntary shudder.
"Is this okay?" he asked. She felt his breath on her neck below her ear and his head leaning into her hair.
To tell the truth, it was very unexpected, which made it feel a little dangerous. But his touch, the hum in her spine, the beat of her heart made her feel alive. She questioned reality while silently celebrating.
She had wanted him to touch her like this for so long and gave up hope for it. A few years ago, she told him that she had wanted more than just friends. At the time, he was unavailable, his crush for her had faded, but the deal breaker was his firm opposition to more intimacy while she still had a wife, even if her wife allowed it. There were a lot of feelings and miscommunications and veiled insults regarding his backwardness. It had taken a while, but after the dust up of her confession and his rejection, things were finally easier between them, like it had never happened.
She turned her head slightly toward him and whispered, "yes." He wrapped their arms around her and kissed her neck. It was sweet and tender, not a hungry kiss. They stood like that for a moment, the birds chirping around them in the dim clearing, the breeze sighing quietly through the moss trailing from the branches above them. The smell of fallen pine needles, wet bark, and woodland decay filled her nostrils. She also smelled his fresh sweat mixed with the fragrance of a resinous soap. She breathed it in deeply hoping to capture it all for memory.
She began to loosen her fingers and turn around to face him. He opened his arms, but resettled them her torso, so she had place her hands on his upper arms. They looked at each other steadily. He was smiling with a contentedness while her face still registered surprise. She wanted to ask what had changed.
"Can I kiss you?" He had said that to her before, twenty five years ago.
"Hmm," she laughed. "I wanted to say it this time, but..." There is no way she could have asked, considering his prior rejection of her. To continue to ask would have endangered the friendship.
She moved a hand to his neck, her fingers in his shiny, short black hair, her thumb on his jaw, not to guide him, but to anchor herself. He chuckled as he leaned in. And the kiss was just as perfect as the first one, but longer. And it escalated from there. His hand moved up her spine, bringing them closer. And they caressed. Soon she was sitting on the hood of the car and he was standing between her legs. One of his hands was beside her breast and she could feel his thumb gently touching her nipple through the fabric.
"Have you ever had sex outside?" he murmured into her lips. She turned her head slightly and exhaled a laugh.
"No, but I'm not against it."
"Can we?"
"Yes, please," she breathed the words into his cheek. She reached down to his waistband as he fumbled in the fanny pack he wore across his body and produced a condom. She freed him from his pants and plucked the condom out of his fingers.
"Allow me," she said, with a smirk. His face went blank in surprise. He puts his lips around the edge of her ear as she began to properly apply the prophylactic. He moved a hand down her neck and swept a strap off her shoulder, clearing the way for his mouth on her salty skin. The movement of the strap caused the dress to fall away from her breast. She arched her back as he lightly ran the outside of his index finger from the bottom of her breast to her nipple, watching as the skin contracted and changed shape.
Their eyes met as she finished with the condom. They kissed more hungrily now. He slid his hands up from her knees to her thighs, parting her dress. She gasped with delight as he used his hand to explore between her legs. She touched him, too, gratified to hear his sighs of pleasure.
"I'm ready," she said and with her hand she guided him in. He grasped her butt and pulled her forward on the hood. And it felt amazing. He made a soft noise in his throat, and exhaled sharply into her hair. She hooked her legs around him. Her skin began to burn as he moved inside her.
"This feels," interrupted by pleasure, words failed her. He kissed her jawline and gently used his teeth on her neck. She caressed his nipple and held tightly to his buttock to keep them close.
And the sensations were overwhelming. What was it intertwining with those waves of pleasure? What was this other sensation? There was something else this time, different from all the sex she had before. It wasn't just about having sex outdoors. It wasn't the upright position that changed the sensation.
"There's something different," she had to pause and gasp. "Something else this time--ah-- with you."
He didn't say anything in reply. They kept moving together. And her skin was burning. It was on fire. Finally, she had to see what was different. She leaned back a little to look down between them.
Her dress was wet. It was slick and sticky looking. And it was pulsing out of her torso between them. Blood.
His hand was near the mortal wound, the skin a darkened red with her blood. So was the knife that he held.
She had stopped moving, and so had he. She looked up into his face, incredulous, perplexed. His beautiful warm brown eyes looked deeply into hers with such intensity and care and desire.
"I love you," he said, and he sounded like he believed it. He leaned in to kiss her as she turned her head away--
She woke with a gasp. In her bed. Safe. Sweating profusely. She sat up slowly, heart beating rapidly. She pushed the covers off her torso and took some deep, cleansing breaths, running her hands over her intact abdomen. Beside her, her wife slept with the soft, nasal noises of a person who suffers from allergies. But she was peaceful.
M's mind was anything but peaceful. She rubbed her face hard with both hands before she pulled the covers off all the way. She reached for her robe and her phone. The cat jumped off the end of the bed and followed her downstairs.
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this little moment during unlikely lovers when marvin gets upset and whizzer nuzzles into him 💔
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Waves
Viktor/Fem!Reader
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(Yeah uh. I have no excuse for this. Viktor loves his GF so much he invents the vibrator for her. Enjoy!)
You confess to an embarrassing secret, Viktor, ever the problem solver, is determined to discover the cure to your situation.
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You had an embarrassing dilemma.
No- humiliating.
It shouldn't bother you as much as it did, you think, smoothing down your skirt and checking your hair for the fourth time that evening. After all, sex wasn't your entire life, there was so much more out there that was fulfilling; your career, your friends, your prestige, your wonderful Tinker, whom you adored.
But...you felt broken, sometimes.
You'd already confessed to him a few weeks ago, your almost first time together, pinned to the wall and panting open-mouthed into his own, Viktor grabbing- needy- at your thighs hard enough to feel the bite of his blunt nails, leaning all of his weight down onto you, his saliva cooling against your jugular from the trail his tongue had ran earlier.
It hadn't been your intention to tell him that night, but he'd pressed his mouth right against your ear that you could feel the heat of his breath fan against your face and whispered in a harsh, unmoored rasp. "I would quite like to see the pretty faces you make when I have you cumming so hard you leave welts on my skin, if you'll have me."
You'd pulled back and looked away, red for another reason, and the confession had stumbled out drunkenly- terrified he'd lose interest in you. "I-"
"Mouse..? Have I said something?"
"N-No! It's...it's not you, Vik, Gods no. I just..." your shoulders had bunched up and you wanted to wither away under the sudden electric bright worry in those golden eyes. "I've- I've never-"
Recognition struck then. "No one... has made you orgasm?"
"No...I haven't- ever, Vik." You didn't want to look him in the eye. "I- I don't know that I can."
You'd shivered when a long, calloused hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing gently before sliding up to cup your jaw, guiding your face to look at him. A thumb rubbed gently against your lips.
When your eyes cracked open, you saw fire. "I did not make it where I am by backing down from a challenge, little Mouse."
And that's how you ended up...here.
Viktor had tried all the- old fashioned methods, telling you with a cheeky grin that maybe your partners just didn't know what they were doing. You suspect he was just looking for a chance to get between your legs and taste you, not that you minded. Not at all.
But it had produced the same results, it had felt good, and you had cherished the intimacy but... nothing.
You waited time and time again for the fire to burn out, for him to become disinterested or disappointed in you, in your incapability, but that glitter in his eye only seemed to get brighter with time, and it had clicked. You had become lover and puzzle, pulling at his heartstrings and his mind. You had turned teary when he cupped your face and leaned in so that your noses were touching, uttering so so softly: 'My Muse.'
It was true, he'd taken to the labs with your conundrum like a madman and now he called you that same place, his domain, the script on the paper frantic and looping as if he'd just had his eureka! moment and was already celebrating.
If you were a little wobbly with anticipation, well, nobody mentioned it.
It was blessedly late at night, most staff and students had already turned in, casting the Academy in warm silence as you slipped along familiar gilded halls, giddy with anticipation.
You slid through the automated doors of their lab, eyes trained on the same spot you knew he'd be, as he always was, always has been and always would.
He looked beautiful.
He was hunched all the way over the table, cast in brilliant blue light from some sort of engine prototype he and Jayce had been working on, his hair is wild, a halo all about his silhouette from the no doubt countless times he'd run his hands back and forth through the auburn tresses. Unlike most times, however, he notices you the moment you arrive in the lab.
He rests his head against his hand, palm supporting his temple, and those yellow eyes consume. He's leisurely, drinking you in, dragging those electric eyes across your body, he lingers at the fishnets clinging to your legs, and you can see his mouth twitch ever so slightly, like an amusing thought darted through that vexing mind of his.
You stay utterly still, rooted to your spot by the way he studies your presence, and then he leans back and your breath stutters to a halt.
You can see Viktor's heavy erection straining through his underwear, trousers unzipped and sheer white shirt completely undone and untucked, revealing creamy skin and those pretty little beauty marks all over his body that make you delirious with the desire to lavish him in hickeys.
You wonder if he's been touching himself, those deft hands reaching down to rub and squeeze teasingly, rhythmically across the veiny underside of that long, thick cock he's been gifted with. Maybe he got too hot, pulled his shirt open so he could fondle and pinch at a pale pink nipple, head tipped back and throat exposed to the air. Did the possibility of getting caught thrill him? That maybe it would be his partner or assistant that walked in instead of you?
You shiver involuntarily, goosebumps spreading. His smile is haughty, he says not a word, just beckons you with two of those long fingers. You, of course, are pulled to him helplessly, his hooks sunk so far into you that you could never resist his wishes.
You only stop once you're between his legs, close enough to see the shadows of his lashes cast against his face, and the surreal way the blue light makes his yellow eyes glow. His head is tipped all the way back to look up at you, half lidded, and finally he speaks in a whisper.
"Are you ready to come apart, little Mouse?"
"If you can manage."
The fire flickers in his eyes, the challenge has been set.
His hands lunge out at you fast enough you gasp, hands grabbing at your hips to spin you around and pull you against him, his mouth pressing into that sensitive little spot just below your ear.
"I've been agonizing over it, what to do to make you crack, what's the thing you need most..." One hand comes up to hold your throat possessively, the other deftly begins to undo the buttons of your blouse.
The carnal parts of you desire to please him, to hear his praise and watch the way he lights up, so you prop your legs on either side of his, opening your unclothed cunt to the chill air, your head falls back to his shoulder.
You hear him huff, feel the smile against your skin.
Your blouse is mostly unbuttoned now, and he tugs it over your shoulders, exposing collarbones and delicate skin he wastes no time in biting down on gently.
That newly freed hand pushes your skirt up, finds you quivering and wet and exposed. You'd chosen to go without your underwear, you knew what was going to happen, it'd had you aching with anticipation so strongly that you were afraid you'd begin dripping down your legs.
He groans and you can feel it reverberate through your back.
"Good girl."
And then his fingers are curling into you, and you keen, high and pretty for him. In such a short time he's learned to play you like an instrument, wringing out the most wonderful noises- and yet in spite of this the thing Viktor seeks most from you eludes him, his will-o-wisp in the night. He intends to change that.
You've completely lost yourself to him, the metallic, oil and sweat smell of his skin from working restlessly within this lab has combined with the sensation of his long fingers pumping and curling into your wet heat and dragged you down like a heady, intoxicating drug. His thumb brushes at your clit, rubbing and flicking teasingly- enjoying the way you puff and your thighs flex against the sensation.
"Are you ready?" It's something he's asked you every time you've been together, no matter how spur of the moment, always considering you.
You nod, a little frantic, but Viktor is in a mood, he's utterly drunk on confidence, sighing against your neck. "Use your words, sweet Mouse."
"Y-Yes Vik, I'm- I'm ready." You answer, quavering and breathy.
He reaches both hands down, now, and you tip your head forward to watch him pull himself free of his undergarments, making a soft little noise when you feel his shaft knock against your folds in it's eager attention. And then Viktor is reaching for something in one of his drawers and you let out a breathless laugh.
"You have lube, in your lab?"
He grins at you as he's squirting a heavy amount into the palm of his hand. "I would be lying if I said I haven't been thinking of this moment for weeks, Mouse."
That brings the flush back to your face, how plainly he says it, the adoring and mischievous way he looks at you.
And then he's groaning as he smears it along his shaft, pumping himself so that you throb at the wonderfully wet sound he makes, his lips press against your jugular and he uses those long fingers to slide against your folds, rubbing teasingly before he parts them, then he's sliding in slowly and oh-
You moan softly, he's thick and veiny and curves ever so slightly upward, dragging his girthy head against your soft walls as he stretches you out. He sighs, loudly, and when he speaks again his accent roils like thunder. "There you are... fuck you feel so good."
At first he's content to just fuck up into you, hands on your hips to help guide you on him- the noises of your slick and the lube are almost embarrassingly lewd, you bite down on your lips and he bites down on your back- your yelp turns into a moan as he sucks hard, leaving an aggressive hickey right by the nape of your neck.
A hand leaves your hip and you hear him fumbling for something, more of his drawers sliding open and closed aggressively as he scours for the source of his ire.
Viktor pulls you back abruptly by your throat, so that you're trapped to his shoulder and looking right at him, if you thought he was disheveled before, he looks wild now. There's this grin on his face, cocky like he knows something you don't- most likely because he does- and then you hear...
It's...loud...
A buzzing sound coming from somewhere you can't see, because he won't let you. Viktor is watching you intensely, the flush high on your cheekbones and the way you pant for him, chest heaving even as orgasm stays torturously out of reach. You look so beautiful like this, disheveled and ravished- the fact that you let him do this to you.
"Can you relax for me, Mouse?"
You nod gently, and will yourself to not be so tense on his lap- it has the unintended side effect of allowing him to slide into you ever so slightly deeper, a sensation that draws a stilted gasp from him.
"Beautiful..."
And then he's pressing his mouth to yours hard, teeth clashing as your world lights up like fire.
Viktor has his little vibrating toy pressed against your clit as firmly as he can manage with his hands shaking, eagerly drawing circles and rocking it against that bundle of nerves, the pleasure that stabs through you is like nothing you've ever experienced before- it almost burns and you pull your legs together, only to find you doomed yourself when you wrapped your legs around the outside of his.
As if to demonstrate the point, he parts his legs even wider, forcing you further open until your skirt almost entirely bunches up around your hips, that sharp pleasure has your whole body shuddering and twitching, and you pull away from Viktor's hungry mouth to let out a sharp cry of pleasure.
"Vik- Vik- Fuck-!"
He moans back in response, his eyes have moved from your face to your cunt, watching the way you're squeezing and writhing around him, the slick that coats his fat cock no longer artificial- he can feel the way your walls flutter and throb and it makes his own arousal tighten, chest burning with ecstasy.
"Nngh- fuck, sweet girl- look at you..." he's panting into your ear. "You sound so pretty like this."
"Vik- please- please I-" one hand finds purchase in his hair and tugs hard, the sensation shooting straight to Viktor's dick, he grunts and his hips twitch of their own accord. You whine loudly, never has that felt so fucking good before.
And then his voice is there again, warmer and tinted with that haughty certainty. "What is it, sweet girl? Are you going to cum for me?"
You can't help it, you nod frantically, aware in some part of your mind that you're not breathing anymore- you can't, everything is buzzing and your body is beginning to pull in of it's own accord, your cunt is throbbing and electric and oh- oh oh-
"Viktor- Viktor- Vik-Vik-Vik-!"
The wire snaps and everything goes white hot.
Viktor watches you, the way your eyes roll back into your head and you squeeze down around him so fucking hard he goes dizzy with it, your face is contorted in pure writhing pleasure and he gasps, loudly, as he feels your slick flood down his shaft so heavily that it drenches his pants and pools onto the chair.
He can't contain himself any longer. Viktor pushes up abruptly and your world spins as you slam a little unceremoniously onto his desk, the entirety of his weight following shortly as he lays on top of you and cages you in with his arms. He's kissing all over your face for the briefest of moments, and then he begins to really, truly fuck you in earnest.
He's using the entirety of his weight to drive himself into you, sloppy and uncoordinated and fuck it's wet and sloppy and he's never felt anything so silky and soft before you.
He's practically babbling praises in your ear, hair stuck to his face from sweat and he watches, entranced by the way your mouth pops open to keen high and loud.
Every nerve in your cunt is screaming and sensitive so sensitive oh fuck it's too much but please- please don't stop Vik-
"I won't- mm-"
You hadn't realized you'd spoken out loud but you didn't care- fuck he was so thick and jackhammering into you relentlessly, the force pushing you further up the table and making the piece of furniture creak and scrape across the ground. His hand comes around your hips again and then that buzzing returns and he's pressing it to your clit- Viktor has to kiss you hard because you nearly wail with the overstimulation permeating all of your senses and he's sure someone would have heard that.
You flutter and squeeze around him and Viktor moans into your mouth, sweet and salty with sweat and whatever drink he'd been keeping himself awake with these last few nights.
"Beautiful- I'm close."
You nod dumbly, mouth open and whimpering with every single thrust until finally you ground out final, desperate noise and cum for a second time that night. His hips stutter and he swears loudly, head dropping down between your shoulder blades as sloppily, erratically thrusts a handful more times and then cums with a whine.
He lays there on top of you for a brief moment, and you attempt to regain any semblance of spatial awareness. Both of you are sticky and sweaty and you are aware in a way that makes you feel possessive that a thick, heady combination of your cum and his is sliding down your thighs and spattered all over his trousers.
After a moment both of you go to move- and end up toppling straight over onto the floor together in a big awkward pile.
Viktor stares at you owlishly for a long moment, and then his resolve crumbles away and he begins laughing- cute little giggles that devolve into full, dorky chortles as he cuddles up to you as closely as he can physically manage, kissing your cheek, your nose, your mouth. You attempt to return the fervor, but you feel like jello and all of your movements are sloppy at best.
"How do you feel..?" He's whispering to you, so intimately and sweetly that it could almost make you feel more exposed than getting fucked on his table did.
"Good... So, so good."
He hums, prideful. "I am glad to see that I was right."
"Thank you, Vik."
His head shakes gently and his hand comes up to trace nonsense patterns on your face, a canvas for his love. "Your pleasure is important to me, little Mouse. I did not want to be taking from you without giving anything back..."
You kiss him for that.
"Say, Vik..?"
"Yes?"
"Where are we going to get cleaned up?"
"...Ah."
"Didn't think that far ahead, didja?"
"I suppose I might have been a bit narrowminded, in that regard."
"Last one out of the building has to pay for breakfast in the morning."
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