#objectified mint

[randomdog]

Mint steers the brain of alcohol man

Song is First Five Years Of Life by Machine Girl

[nonadjacent]

i think i’ve outdone myself with this one but mostly because i accidentally babygirl’d him

[mylovesstuffs]

OT13 reaction to their s/o being a pageant queen or miss universe

Request: OT13’s reaction to their wifey being a pageant queen or being a miss grand international or miss universe THANK YOU 🫰

Was already in love, now he’s also obsessed with your global slay — Seungcheol, Dokyeom, Mingyu, Dino

I genuinely think he was already in love even before knowing this thing about you, but that's another matter for another day. He’s so proud, it’s almost embarrassing. No one’s even asked and he’s already like, “Did you know my wife was literally Miss Grand International?” Shows strangers your crowning moment and can’t help beaming at every clip of you walking like a goddess in heels. He cheers the loudest at events that you attend, throws his hands up like you just scored a home run or something.

“She’s not just a beauty queen, she’s my girl” — Jeonghan, Jun, Woozi, Minghao, Vernon

He's the type who is so confident in you that it’s not even surprising when you win the crown. You’ve always had that star quality: poise, purpose, and presence. So when the world starts treating you like royalty, he just lean back with a smug little smile like, “Yeah, welcome to what I’ve known since day one.” He's not the loudest cheerleader in public, but he don’t have to be. It’s the subtle (?) flex when how he treats you. But don't let the calm vibe fool you. If anyone dares disrespect your journey or reduce your worth to ‘just a pretty face,’ it’s game over. You won’t even have to lift a finger, he’ll shut it down with one sentence, “She’s got more grace in her pinky than you have in your whole body.”

Worships you like a goddess and will not stop calling you Queen — Joshua, Wonwoo, Seungkwan

He cannot and will not stop calling you Queen. Even at home. In pajamas. With a toothbrush in your mouth. “Your Majesty, would you like mint or chamomile tea tonight?” But fr, he sees the pageant world as more than just beauty, because to him, it’s strength, composure, intelligence. He respects the hell out of you. Helps you prep for interviews, speech training, social issues, and holds your hand through the pressure. If people sexualize or objectify the crown, he shuts that down instantly, “She didn’t just win with looks. She won with grace, compassion, and a killer walk.” Literally looks at you like you hang the stars in the sky.

Is convinced you’re out of his league but supports you with everything he has — Hoshi

He still cannot believe you married him. You're always like, “You’re literally a K-pop star.” and he's like, “AND YOU’RE MISS UNIVERSE, BABE??” He cheers like a proud dad at every appearance. Helps with choreography for your talent round. Gets more nervous than you before interviews, and if the world ever tries to dim your shine, he’ll turn into your fiercest hype man, “YOU SEE THIS WOMAN?? SHE CHANGED LIVES.” He’ll sit front row in a crowd of suits and gowns wearing the brightest smile and biggest heart. And later, at night, when you’re taking off your crown, he hugs you like it’s you and not the title he’s in love with.

[sour-screaminginagony]

INTRO POST!!

Heyy! You may call me any one of these: - PP - Sour - 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂/j she/he/they! I don't mind which ^^ TAGS!! #PP's dumbshit - shitposts / random dumb stuff #PP's STUPID FREETIME DRAWINGS - drawings NOT requested #PP's art reqs - drawings REQUESTED I'm a minor, under 15, so please, no heavy NSFW jokes directed towards me!! I'm a bit funky, especially ship + headcanon + au wise. BY THE WAY! These are my opinions, and as far as I know, no ships are canon in Inanimate Insanity. (except for maybe SilverCandle) You're allowed to ship whatever you want! This is just my preference and for everybody else's comfort, I will list ships I like! Will I give an explanation? A brief and stupid one. I won't be blocking anybody because of their ships and what they don't ship, but I just thought I should say this. Things I like (bold = hyperfixation): - Inanimate Insanity - Objectified - osc / object shows - BFDI (all seasons ig) - Nichijou - Shikanokonokonoko - Puella Magi Madoka Magica - Semi-dark humour - oc x canon - My Ocs?? - Vocaloid music - Spotify - Satire/Crack/Rare Ships - Inanimate Insanity, if you didn't know - uh uh plushies - drawing STUPID FUCKING SHIT - idk true crime?? - Smosh ~ DNI: - Pro$h1pp3rs - All the usually dni stuff ~ INTERACT SLPSSLLS: - Inanimate Insanity Fans! - Objectified fans!! - idk what to add!! <3 - bi Taco supporters :3 ~ Characters I fw!! (favourite children) ((Will constantly change)) Inanimate Insanity: Taco Blueberry Silver Spoon Trophy Test Tube Suitcase Baseball Nickel Candle Soap Pickle Clover MePhone3gs Objectified: Wagyu Mushroom Comet Dynamite Painkiller Razor Brandy Citrus Fossil BFDI / BFB / TPOT: Snowball Golfball Fanny Four / 4 Blocky Flower idk I don't watch this one as much :( FFALW: USB Cloudy Fsh Bowl Spear Mint Nail Polish Xavier Ace ~

@w33zerbluealbum for the blinkie thing, i think? :3

[dreamliner-bah]

✈ ⋮ Welcome aboard, Minty!

☁ ⋮ Business class request for anon!

✦ · Names: Minty · Anthony · Aaron · Alphonse · Angelo · Archer · Madison · Martin · Milo · Myles.

✦ · Pronouns: He/him · they/them · mint/mints · mew/mews · scra/scratch · claw/claws.

✦ · Age: 30s.

✦ · Gender: Transmasculine · non-binary man.

✦ · Orientation: Gay.

✦ · Source: Minty (Objectified).

✦ · Roles: Physical protector · emotional protector · avenger.

✦ · Sign-offs: 🍃 · 🐾 · 🍃🐾 · 💚🐾.

✦ · Typing: types all lowercase only capitalizing Names. minimal punctuation

✦ · Speech: Casual and brash, but often awkward under pressure.

✦ · Likes: Power electronics (music genre) · industrial rock (genre) · drone (music genre) · meat snacks · sunflower seeds · fluffy blankets.

✦ · Hobbies: Collecting various trinkets · making kandi · making crafts out of random things.

✦ · Faceclaims:

(Comic panels from Objectified)

[prussianblue13]

Oh no.

Nevermind *starts crazily hyperfixating on some random mint object with cat features and sound suspiciously like Danny devito*

I'll posgt objectified art tomorrow maybe I dont know👍

[danse--macabre]

trans astarion headcanons

talked to this about a few people individually, and decided to make a big old post.

so for starters: we are talking transmasc astarion. raised in some fancy smancy magical elf town. saw himself as a boy/man from a young age. transition was both easy and culturally accepted: transitioned young, magical t, bottom/top/whatever surgery etc. the works, ka-pow level 9 spell of here's your tits blasted off. he wanted it, he got it. he didn't quite conform entirely to the androgynous elven ideal, so to celebrate being hot and himself, travelled all the way from whatever fancy smancy elf settlement he was from to Baldur's Gate to make his big splash debut as a newly minted t-Man - and ran headfirst into becoming flamboyant law school frat boy, party boy slut who was pulling right left centre like a fucking conveyor belt, they were lining up (hey, what a better way to debut becoming sexy, lads?). still, smart enough to pass his exams despite the wild parties the night before, and well-connected, schmoozes his way into a successful respectable career aged 39 using his fraternity/society/elite men's club contacts to get there (and well, if he previously fucked some of them when in law school, who cares!). he's having the time of his life, enjoying loving his body very much, thank you.

and then he becomes a vampire. and he's frozen in time looking like this.

(cw: discussions of transphobia, misgendering, & trans fetishisation)

and at first, who cares -- this was always what he was supposed to look like, he's immortalised as this - as his peak - and you know the way youth is just lionised, put on a pedestal in queer spaces, he decides he doesn't fucking care. it's a relief.

(the quiet realisation he'll never grow old in his beautiful body, that maybe he had more growing to do, much more of himself to become, sometimes bristles at his subconscious -- but he bats it away in the same way he bats away things like 'hope' or 'optimism'. he doesn't have space for that while being crushed.)

anyway. two narrative possibilities here, in the vampire years:

fetishisation. transness becomes his entire sexual appeal, rather than part of who he is more broadly. lures chasers who are desperate to get their horrible hands on a hot t-boy, who often want him to perform in demeaning ways that may undercut his gender/misgender him. leans into the parts of astarion's narrative where he is often reduced to a sex object.

erasure. people believe he is cis, fuck him like he is cis, expect him to behave like he is cis. and he almost forgets he is trans. he becomes detached from that part of himself almost entirely - were it not for visual signals (e.g. top surgery/phallo scars that cannot fade over time), he'd do so. leans into the out-of-body dissociation elements occurring instead.

anyway, nautiloid happens, game happens. astarion doesn't pretend he's NOT trans, it's just something he tends to dismiss as 'not very important', and straight up won't come up until act 2. this minimising approach allows him some control over his narrative even if it is avoiding a difficult truth: others hurt him because he was trans, objectified him because he was trans, or simply didn't want engage with something they considered unpleasant.

we get to the final choice. a key facet of spawn vs. ascended astarion is acceptance versus denial. ascended astarion convinces himself that being a spawn is a demeaning experience where one would be better off dead, and uses that to justify killing 7k spawn (as well as part of himself). classic "accept oneself; live in pride vs. deny oneself; live in shame" queer dilemma. so it follows that astarion's journey with his transgender identity develops along those lines.

spawn astarion embraces his transness, and makes efforts to be trans in his own terms -- rather than for the gratification of others. he embraces his gender non-conformity and much more and is so much more playful with gender. this could develop into becoming genderfluid/non-binary gender where his particular mode of effeminate masculinity develops into something like 'sometimes I'm a she/her in stockings actually, but I'm never a woman', something he can only really embrace when he is no longer living in crisis mode, can accepts himself as a trans person, and knows he does not need to exist to be desirable to others. regardless of whether he's non-binary or simply gnc, i think it takes a fair bit of confidence & bravery for him to play with gender knowing it might jeopardise people reading him as masc, but he's tired of living for others wants & eyes.

ascended astarion in contrast, lives in denial about his transness. tries to convince you he's a cis man. and yes, he might be able to pass seamlessly, but he's quietly miserable.

[cobra-creampuff]

Jamie assumes that his best asset is his ass, Colin is like “ehhh *wiggly hand gesture* it’s your waist actually but your ass is part of what shapes your waist so kind of?”

Sidenote: Headcanon that Colin just said 'yes' to Isaac's guess of Bumbercatch being the fittest guy on the team just because he would have said 'yes' to whoever Isaac guessed if he guessed, mainly because Isaac himself is in fact the fittest guy on the team but Colin's sure he wouldn't be ready to hear that. However. While Isaac is the fittest, Jamie is the most objectifiable.

Jamie doesn't think of himself as having a best asset, imo. He is a full package. Every part of him is mint. His best asset is *gestures to his entire self*. And he's talented too. Incredible.

But anyway yeah it's absolutely true, the waist-ass-thigh configuration on Phil Dunster is honestly a spiritual experience to behold. Why does he look like that. How does he look like that. Mind boggling.

[mediocredoots]

since i'm not streaming have this 😅

[michi-chelle-draws]

a cute aoba for the soul 💕 full nsfw version and initial sketch under the cut!

[mildlyrebelliousmint]

@i-just-want-to-destroy is right tho.... dick grayson is friend-shaped, not butt-shaped. dc is filled with hooligans :/ don't buy in

[undrgrnd-nft]

UNDRGRND DIGS 046

Written By Bored Calvin

Aphrodite by Ermac Kiyani

OCTOBER 10TH, 2022

5 Artists from the UNDRGRND Collection 

UNDRGRND DIGS is a periodical feature showcasing artists that the UNDRGRND curators dig. We sift through the social media and NFT platforms to find the best artists waiting to be discovered. UNDRGRND believes in the artists we feature and we will purchase NFTs from each artist featured.

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Laureano Gabriel

Laureano’s 3D sculptures are too advanced for web2. We can’t even properly display the interactive sculptures that allow the user to zoom in and appreciate the attention to detail, like in Ouroboros. The series HiAdd depicts moving, 3D sculptures of human heads symbolizing the beauty underneath our skin. The subtle reference to these as “PFPS” in the description may be the most subversive and clever aspect of these incredible works.

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Halil Ibrahim Cetinkaya

Halil’s work matches his online persona. Always active and everywhere at once supporting other artists. He mirrors the fast movement in his long-exposure photographs. These light trails remind us how fast we are all moving through this space, and life, while his photos of copper smiths in Heroes of Art, remind us of simpler times when things took time and care to appreciate the craft. Halil’s photos capture the balance required to make it in this space and in life.

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Javier Montero

In these abstract gifs, Javier Montero plays with light waves or even sound waves. Playing with the dimensions of each gif, Javier mixes glitch, motion, pixel, and monochrome, he manages to cover it all…even the existential. While many of his works will mesmerize his viewers VPF153(INERTIA) will leave his audience with something more (or less if you find it bleak and emptying). It depicts an endless stream of silhouettes passing through into the light, either crossing over to the other side or like flies to a bug zapper. There's either comfort in the fact that there are so many of us going together or despair because we are helpless against the draw.

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Turmusov

Turmusov’s glitch motion art focuses on mysterious characters. Sometimes shown as just shadowy figures and other times like demonic possessions these dark and cryptic beings resemble something far more realistic and traumatic: individuals living in countries surrounded by perpetual war. The most revealing of all of his works, Exhausted, was the first piece minted and shows a city at night with the sky lit up by anti-aircraft missiles. In his first, Turmusov told his audience he was exhausted, is it any wonder that his characters are drawn as black, gaseous, or filled with fiery rage?

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Ermac Kiyani

By now we should all know the name Mahsa Amini and support the uprising surrounding her death. As an outsider to that world, it’s important to remember that a country's laws do not always reflect the values of the people. We are witnessing what happens when these two forces diverge and are forced to reconcile their differences. And while the issue at the heart of this is a woman’s issue, it’s important, as men, to remember your role in this world and that supporting women, celebrating their beauty, without objectifying them, in times like these can be just as impactful. Ermac Kiyani is one of those men, fighting the good fight through his art, and should be commended for his example and followed accordingly.

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[orpheusredux]

Look, I know it’s wrong to objectify people, but the way he stands in this scene he looks like a fucking Greek statue and I want to rub myself all over it.

Honestly, knots in my stomach over how hot he is. I just want to die. WHY WON’T YOU GIVE ME PEACE LORD?

ETA I DON’T KNOW WHI DID THESE EDITS BUT THEY ARE MINT.

[the-septic-maniac]

Well hello there, you seem to have stumbled upon my weird ass abode of a blog. Well allow me to tell you a bit about myself ^^

I am over 18 so beware when approaching my page. I do not do NSFW stuff mainly, however I do sometimes post suggestive stuff on this blog.

I use any and all pronouns as long as you don’t objectify me

I sometimes write and make shitty edits

By the words of my friend, I swear like an irish sailor (blame Jacksepticeye for that)

I am on the spectrum so please be patient as much as you can when we talk

Open to learn about pretty much anything

My account name is pretty much the same anywhere you go.

Things I like: 

Cooking 

Seeing you guys comment on my stuff and give me some tips to help my writing (or seeing you guys comment in general

A lot of music

FOOD (like there is so much food I wanna try from so many cultures)

Coffee and Frappes

Chocolate mint stuff 

Talking about old nostalgic shows like Avatar the Last Airbender and Danny Phantom

Green, purple, and black

Stuff I dont like

Homophobia, ablism, people being loud and chatty when they don't need to be, when people don't allow me to stinking explain my side of the story, super spicy food (its like a sensory overload for me)

Fandoms that I am in or dipped my toes in

Mystery Skulls Animated

Criminal Case Games

Danganronpa (its trying to drag me back in with a vengeance)

FNAF

Undertale

Jacksepticeye (im so happy that the egos are coming back)

Kingdom Hearts

Charlie and the Chocolate Factory (Basically a core part of my personality lol)

I'll likely update this as I go on with life. Anyway have a good day/night and check thyself before thy fucking wreck thyself ^^

[angelic-petty]

out of context yyy quotes i think about a lot

“free? that’s my second favorite four letter word!”

“go for the nuts, yin! i mean the bolts too but go for the nuts!” *barely five seconds later* “take that evil nuts.”

*after exiting a public restroom with a ?* “man, do you have any idea how hard it is to get blood and car parts off your knuckles?”

“the boobie trap museum, which should be safe for you cause you don’t have any-” 

“if he said that in an airport, they’d haul him away.”

“seriously, you came back after the commercial? man i’d of been gone.”

“for the love of evil! does anyone have an audition that doesn’t involve eye push ups?”

“the fooplicate powers are edible? they melt in your mouth and absorb into your system!”

“i’m that much closer to boys objectifying me. :)”

“does he breathe through his neck like a dolphin?”

“you’re an ant car! ant cars don’t explode!”

“yin, we’re in a dumb sitcom. we don’t have the budget for a live. concert.”

“do you want me to use my twonicorn magic to stop your falling, and stuff? and fix every bone in your body, and stuff?” “YES!”

*after vomiting* “hey, there’s my mint.”

“like i said before, he did this!” *exactly one second of silence* “jerk >:(”

“you didn’t think you were playing footsies with your sister, cause that is weird.”

“did people understand you when you had all your teeth?”

“yang, there’s only one way we can get out of this cage, and it’s with outside help.” “well i’ve never been much of one for prayer but i guess anything’s worth trying.”

“grandma’s underpants i’m under attack!”

[abovethesmokestacks]

Kiss Me

Title: Kiss Me

Pairing: Captain Syverson x reader

Rating: T

Word count: 2.5k

Warnings: Very intense kissing? Some grinding?

I am back on my Henry bullshit, this time with the lovely Captain Syverson. As with my last Henry fic, this came about from a discussion with Brooke, which led to a personalized fic, and she graciously okayed me posting it as a reader insert for the rest of you to enjoy. Partly inspired by the video of strangers kissing for the first time. And if this guy were the one I’d get to kiss? Hold on while I go full koala on him.

The early afternoon sun had seemed blistering when she left her apartment, and the sundress had been the obvious option; light, breezy material, a pretty pattern that combined comfort and style. The sun had nothing on the man sitting down opposite her now, radiating a kind of warmth and confidence that had heat creeping up her chest and neck, her fingers fiddling in her lap.

It had been a spur of the moment decision, an audition call shared by a recent acquaintance on Instagram. Film majors at the nearby college needed volunteers for a course project, weekend appointments, no experience needed, come as you are. Sounded fun, her weekends were mostly open anyway. What could possibly go wrong. She had messaged the contact person, gotten an address and a time to show up.

The first shock, admittedly, had come as she was signed in, given a form to fill out, detailing the project. She. Was going to kiss. A stranger. In front of cameras. For a film project. 

“Miss? Are you alright?” The bubbly brunette who had signed her in, Abigail, according to the name tag tacked to her t-shirt, had looked at her, and she realized she must have made a sound.

“No! No, I'm fine, I- I just didn’t realize I’d- That this was-”

“Oh! Oh, you’ll be fine, there will be people in the room, you'll be safe as houses, darling, we won't say your names, that'll be up to you to share if you want.” The twang of her accent had was oddly comforting, but her heart was still racing, and suddenly, the handful of people lined up sitting in the corridor seemed all the more dangerous. She was going to kiss one of them. Fuck. Hastily, she'd filled out the rest of the form, handing it back and taking the number given, finding the nearest chair and trying to rifle through her purse as discreetly as she could for a chewing gum or a breath mint. 

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

She had nearly launched out of her seat when her number was called, probably doing a credible impression of a deer caught in headlights. Abigail had smiled at her, motioning for her to follow.

“I promise, you will be fine. Our project manager wanted to explore the intimacy of the first kiss, what happens in those seconds before.”

“Why strangers?”

“It’s more… honest,” Abigail had said. “Couples know each other, know what to expect. They are comfortable. And it’s beautiful, don’t get me wrong, there’s nothing sweeter. I still remember my grandpa kissing my grandma goodnight when my brother and I would stay over when we were kids, the absolute comfort and love between them. But strangers, they don’t know what to expect. There’s a level of trust between them, courage to take the leap.”

That’s… She couldn’t decide if that eased her mind or set it racing even more. She’d simply nodded, letting Abigail lead her to a door a little way ahead, unlocking it for her.

“You can leave your purse on the table on the right when you enter. Then go sit in one of the chairs. I’ll bring the guy in shortly. The camera will start rolling as soon as he sits down, you can introduce yourself if you want, just your name, doesn't even have to be your real one if you don't want to, and you can share whatever else you feel comfortable sharing and then…”

“Then we kiss.”

It had seemed so simple, so straightforward in all its terrifying simplicity.

At first, there is only the outline of him, stark against the light outside the room and showing a muscular frame with tensed shoulders and a wary gait. Folding her hands in her lap, she picks at the fabric of her dress, folding the skirt into tight pleats between her fingers, following the man as he inches closer. Dark jeans that reveal long legs and thick thighs, a worn t-shirt tucked into them that stretches over a chest that is… impressive. His face, though… His face is what sets her heart fluttering all anew. A strong jaw, hidden under a neatly trimmed beard, a slightly pouty lower lip and a perfect cupid’s bow. His nose looks like it may have been broken once, but it’s been set pretty well, lends character to his face, enhanced by the clear blue of his eyes that focus in on her. His hair is short, curling a little at the ends, but kept as neat as his beard, almost like a military man, but she can spot no chain around his neck that would hold his dog tags.

And then, he’d walked in. 

She barely hears the murmur to her left when the cameras start rolling.

He doesn’t speak until he’s sitting down, gaze on her, softening a little as he holds out a hand.

“Ca- Shit, sorry. No names, right?” He looks at her, almost a little scared that he’s messed up, and it is far too endearing for such a rugged man.

Without hesitation, she gives her first name, her real first name, a little surprised at herself for offering it along with her hand. His hand is calloused, warm and big, her own palm almost drowning in his clasp when he takes it. “Nice to meet you.”

The man laughs, releasing her hand and relaxing in his seat. “Sy. Nice to meet you, too. Pardon me if I'm being rude, but you don't sound like you're from around here.”

“Here for work for the next couple of months. Gotta say, you've got a pretty good ear.”

His eyes sparkle, a smile tugging at his lips, and god, the heat rises in her again, different from the apprehension that had her worked up just moments ago. He is the kind of man that draws you in, that can make you melt with a look, and she is fading fast. She is going to kiss him. He is going to kiss her.

“I won't hold it against you," Sy quips, hands resting on his thighs, and god, she wants to feel them on her.

"Me not being from around here? Or are we talking about something else?"

"Well, I was thinking the first..."

His words trail off, the suggestion hanging heavy in the silence. It feels like it stretches an eternity between them, but it's probably no more than five seconds. She's about to ask if they should start, if she should move, but Sy is looking at her, gaze wandering, assessing. The way he takes her in,i's not objectifying or greedy, not judgmental. It's… curiosity. Assessing her, planning his move, appreciating her, and she can feel it, feel his gaze move up and down her face, when it dips down for a fraction to her chest.

Everything fades with his first move. There are no cameras, no people, no one but them. Sy moves slowly, deliberately, scooting to sit on the edge of the chair, knee knocking against hers. It's electric, making her flinch and gasp, and that seems to please him. His hand comes up to rest on her knee, rubbing soothing circles with his thumb, locking eyes with her, willing her to relax.

"There we go…" Sy croons when she lets out a small sigh, his voice low and velvety. "Just relax. 'S just you an' me here. Don’t need to think about the rest of ‘em.. I'll be good, darlin', you can trust me. Isn't that right?"

She can only nod, inching towards the edge of her own chair, drawn into his warmth, the gentle timbre of his voice, the smolder behind the blue of his eyes.

"Yeah, that’s right, sugar. C’mon, come closer.”

His voice is hypnotic, not quite a purr, not quite a rumble, but it begs to be obeyed. She leans in closer, the two of them mirroring each other, and the tension is no longer in his shoulder, but sparking between them. His measured breaths fan lightly against her skin, and though everything in her should, by all logic, tell her to run, she finds herself relaxing. Sy’s thumb keeps working tight little circles, and he moves slowly, giving her plenty of time to see his intentions, and God, she welcomes it, tilts her head to welcome him.

It’s no explosion of stars or fireworks. His lips are a little chapped, but he knows how to kiss, working against her in soft pressure and the tease of his tongue along the seam of her lips. It’s not forcing the kiss, just giving her the option, showing that he is offering. When his other hand comes up to cup her cheek, she can’t help the needy whine that escapes her, and Sy smiles into the kiss, deepens it a little, swipes his tongue along her lips again.

She opens, happily surrendering, feeling him push back, soothing his thumb along her cheekbone. He kisses like she is the one thing he has been longing for, his happily ever after at the end of a long adventure. She kisses like he is the single point of stability in a storm, the one safe harbour in the entire world. Their spaces intertwine, slowly phasing and his one hand on her cheek is nowhere near enough. She pushes, Sy gives, and in one fluid moment and a happy sigh, she has straddled his lap, slinging her arms around his neck. She’s not letting go, not leaving this moment, and it’s almost like triumph when he embraces her, palms splaying on her back and she can feel the warmth through the thin material of her dress.

It’s a kiss for the ages, and they’re both hungry, both taking what the other gives freely. Sy’s hands wander, his fingertips teasing at the neckline to brush against heated skin, and she digs short, manicured nails into the skin of his neck, revelling in the groan he lets out. He pulls her closer, and oh. Her stomach does a somersault, a surprised giggle punctuating their kiss. Under her, Sy is hard, and the brief contact makes her all too aware of just how damp her panties have gotten.

There’s a less than discreet cough, and it pops their bubble, their gazes both snapping to the sound. 

Right.

The film crew are standing behind their gear, some squirming, clearly a little uncomfortable. Sy gives a laugh, and it’s hard not to follow. She still feels winded from the kiss, head swimming, and she touches her forehead to his, biting her lower lip.

“I think we… might have overdone it,” she whispers, lips brushing against his cheek.

“I’m inclined to agree,” Sy agrees, his shoulders shuddering with poorly disguised mirth. He looks up at the film crew, “So, are we good?”

“Yup, great! We’re really- we’re good, you guys can, uh… Yeah. Good. Thanks. Um. Yeah. Great.”

They both laugh again at the awkward crew member, and she slowly eases off Sy’s lap. It’s too much of a temptation not to glance down, to raise an eyebrow at the visible bulge pressing against his jeans. He gives her a mock-chiding look before getting up himself, taking care to not face the crew as he falls into step next to her.

“Look,” he says as soon as they are out of the building, wringing his hands as he walks, “I know we just met, and that… that back there was for a project. But, god, sugar, you got my head spinning all kinds of ways, and I… it would be rude to ask to continue right away where we left off, much as I… god, I would really, really like to kiss you again, and… other things… But maybe you would be okay with a date? Anywhere you want. You can get to know me better. I’ll answer any questions you have, I’ll bring character references, I’ll pay for dinner and dessert, whatever you want.”

Halting, she tilts her head and looks up at him. The steely look that had assessed her when he’d entered the room is gone, as is most of the smoldering passion when their kiss had broken. It still lingers in his eyes, simmering behind the hope that made them glitter.

“You’ll answer any question?” she asks, smiling at the way he eagerly nods. “Is your name really Sy?”

“Yes. Well, technically. Syverson’s my last name, so Sy’s just a nickname.”

“And your first name? You started saying something else when you came in.”

“No, that was… I was in the army for a couple of years,” he explained, pulling up one of the sleeves of his shirt to show an army insignia tattooed on his bulging bicep. She bites her tongue, wondering if he had any other tattoos on his body, almost missing when Sy continues speaking, “-made it to captain before I got my honourable discharge. Just became a force of habit to introduce myself as Captain Syverson.”

“So, you’d bring one of your army buddies as your character reference?” She slows down to a stop, clasping her hands in front of herself. “I suppose now that you’re out of the army they wouldn’t feel as compelled to make you look good.”

Sy mirrors her, feet shoulder-width apart and hands clasped in front of him, and yeah, now she can see it, the posture. Definitely army guy. “No, no, god no! The guys in my unit would sooner throw me under the bus if I asked them to vouch for me in front of a pretty lady.”

“Oh, then who’d get the honour?” she asks, blushing at his compliment.

“When you signed in, there was a girl, right? Brown hair?”

“Abigail.”

“Abby,” Sy says, glancing back towards the building. “She’s my sister. Talked me into coming today, said they needed more people.”

“She must have something major hanging over you if she got you to agree to this.” Her voice is light, joking a she inches closer to him.

“Well…” Sy drawls, taking a step forward and gently grasping her hand, “I was promised a really good kiss.”

“A really good kiss, huh?”

Just like before, he makes the first move, hooking his finger under her chin and holding her still while he closes the space, capturing her lips in another kiss. It’s searing, slowly setting her afire, and she wants it, wants him, wants everything he’s giving and everything he’s offering. He keeps it short, and she can feel herself get up on her tippy toes to get more, and damn him. Damn him, damn him, damn him. She bites her lower lip.

“So how about that date, huh, darlin’?” Sy husks out, and fuck, she can hear the smile in his voice.

“I can pick the place?”

“Mm-hmm.”

“And I can pick the time?”

“Any time you want.”

She reaches out, puts a hand on his neck, drags her fingers along warm skin and pulls him down to whisper in his ear.

“Your place. Right now. And dinner… is on me.”