MARYA | starter for @amantesmultorum, for Natasha
Princess Marya was not expecting to see Count Rostov and his daughter again, for she had not expected her father to invite them to the house on Vzdvizhenka Street. She flushed but went up to the countess. "Dear countess, how good it is to see you..." Princess Marya said, but in her face there was a distraction and her voice was quiet and timid. She took Natasha's hand then dropped it. "Please, do come and sit by me..." Mlle Bourienne was by the old prince, which upset Princess Marya still, but she still hoped that perhaps Mlle Bourienne would not impede their conversation, as it had when they first met.
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* @frxstcalm clicked ♡ for a small starter.
Ah, so this was the one. Another individual who was on good terms with Sukuna. It was a rare thing as the man, compared to a demon, rarely let anyone get close. Keigo himself, despite being a tengu, had only gotten to know Sukuna due to mutual benefits and because the predator found what the imaginary demon did, highly entertaining and interesting. It was fun to follow the man around, in a world as boring as this one, especially when time became nothing, but a plaything.
❝ So, you’re the one Sukuna has mentioned, how interesting. ❞
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A few people asked for my paragraph rant about Louis acting in the bed scene and well 👉👈 I'm not sure how many people watch the behind the scenes of their first bed scene but it really underlines, or rather, adds how brilliantly it was done but also took a lot out of Louis as an actor. He was still very quiet if not reserved while talking about the scene, leaving most of the talking to Nat while he is still catching himself from the emotions he conjured up.
gif credit to @laurenkmyers
This scene is by far my favorite intimate scene I have ever seen. Dian perfectly brings together the desperation and need when Aidi first kisses ChenYi, but what we can also see is a bit of anger with frowned brows and hard kissing. That now that he's drunk not knowing who is his with (for that moment) he allows affection like this, even pressing for it so there is definitely pain, anger and need coming together. Jiang Dian makes the audience feel that, he really pulls us into the scene with him. And then you see those emotions be washed away in a second of contemplation, replaced for pure pain the moment they are shirtless and Aidi grasps desperately to be close to Chenyi like his life depends on it. What's left is love and pain and regret.
gif credit to @laurenkmyers
Also the tear. That goddamn perfect tear that hits Chenyi' s face, pulls him out of his drunken stupor and makes him realize it's Aidi. Brilliant acting from both. There was definitely a lot of pressure on Dian Dian to get it perfect and he absolutely did, everything about it, the soft but rushed kisses, the light trembling...its devastating perfection. When they say acting is art, this is what they mean. Definitely also kudos to Nat of course but I want to give it to Louis mostly for taking such a difficult part on, shouldering the weight of the whole scene which made Aidi's decision that followed even heavier.
gif credit to @khaotungsfirst
Going from all those complicated emotions beforehand though, the moment ChenYi kisses Aidi back, you can not only see it in the expression but also his body language where Aidi completely lets it all go (he literally sinks onto Chenyi). I think it as beautiful detail from Louis and of course the directors. How he let's go of his this burden he carries at last and completely gives into everything he has ever wanted. Followed with the way ChenYi switches their positions, it's a perfect way of showing that nothing but this moment matters anymore and that he literally puts himself into Chen Yi's care. Just a really neat little thing tbh. In Chen Bo Wen's words: "From the very first tear, I knew he could do it." So proud of DianDian and the whole crew for giving us such a perfect, complicated moment.
gif credit to @khaotungsfirst
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a welcome distraction
matty can't help but get distracted while you give him a makeover
matty healy x f! reader
word count: 1.1k
warnings: it gets a lil smutty up in here so no minors pls and thanks !
notes: this was supposed to be cute and fluffy what happened? the smut ghost possesed me while i was writing at 1am. that said i'm not yet comfortable in my ability to write full blown smut so accept this offering for now. i also hope this is okay you were all so lovely about my first fic and it means SO SO much to me, sending so much love to everyone who interacted.
ANYWAYS matty in eyeliner >>>>>
Makeup palettes and eyeliner sit messily behind you on the coffee table, your hands slow and delicate as you add some finishing touches to the makeup look that you persuaded your boyfriend to let you give him. You told him it was to open his mind and cross boundaries in his looks once again but in reality it was just a poor excuse to see him in eyeliner, his brown smokey eyes being your weakness and you missed out on his eyeliner phase from before you started dating.
His hands grip your hips gently, keeping you steady as your knees straddle either side of his thighs and rest on the sofa, his fingers rubbing back and forth in a soothing pattern on your sides while you work.
“I know you’re in a new era babe but I really think you should bring back the eyeliner”
He hums thoughtfully, “I don’t think it matches the new vibes though darlin”.
“Maybe not but you look hot wearing it and that's enough justification for me” He huffs out a laugh at this and looks into your eyes, his gaze bright and full of admiration,
“You’re telling me I should make changes to our extensively planned out tour just for you?”
“Yes, that's exactly what I’m saying” your tone playful but resolute.
“Oh well then of course! Anything for you my love, what else do you suggest we do?” he voice light and teasing as he plays into your fantasies. He moves to place soft kisses against your collar where his head now rests, now that you've put down the eyeliner pencil.
You continue to play into the joke, “I think you should dedicate every song to me”. He hums in acknowledgement against your neck, his hot breath fanning against the skin and working to make you feel restless. His experienced lips begin to suck dark bruises into the supple skin exposed to him there, you lean your head back farther, granting him more access to praise and mark up your skin.
“And what else?” he mumbles, his voice dark and low before returning his attention back to your neglected skin, pressing even more kisses and bites along your throat and collarbones, ensuring they’re on perfect display for him and anyone else to see, you sigh in pleasure and your grip on his shoulders tightens, the makeup behind you long forgotten.
“I asked you a question love” he prods, momentarily looking up at you with his blown out eyes, feigning innocence and smirking at your flustered state.
You take a moment to remember his question and force out another joking answer, “I think you should take a break between each song to kiss me, you know to show your appreciation and devotion”
“Just kiss you? Is that really all you want?” he teases, his voice so hypnotic you're convinced it makes your head spin. Your pulse quickens at his flirtatious suggestion and despite your longing you decide to play along, to try and drag this out and see where it goes, not wanting him to cease the attention he's giving you. “Well I wouldn't want to be too much of a distraction, you do have a job to do after all”
“Oh it’s far too late for that darlin” he sighs, his voice low and addicting, “You distract me even when I’m not with you, my mind swims with thoughts of every. single. thing. about you”. He punctuates the end of this sentence with kisses along your throat, revelling in the sighs you make for him and how you begin to subconsciously wriggle impatiently on his lap. “Doesn’t matter if you’re miles away or even if you’re metres away and eyefucking me from the sides of the stage, I’m always thinking about you my love, you have no idea what control you have over me; it’d frighten me if I wasn't so obsessed with you”.
You blush at his acknowledgment of your habit to admire him when you watch him perform onstage, it’s not your fault your boyfriend is incredibly attractive at all times but especially when he’s passionately performing onstage in front of you.
“Didn’t know you knew I did that” you mumble, a little embarrassed, dropping your eyes from his. His hands move to cup your ass, lifting you further into him and groping at the skin there, “Oh darling, I’ve always known. It gives me even more motivation to perform at my best knowing how I affect you so much that you can't even stand still, and how you wring your hands together in an attempt to relieve even a fraction of the tension you feel. Knowing your blown out eyes are watching me from the side of the stage gives me the motivation to give my best fucking performance just to see how worked up I can make you without even touching you”
By now your skin feels red hot, not only with embarrassment but also with the impatient neediness Matty makes you feel, his admission beating the breath from your lungs and going straight to your core. You internally beg for him to just shut up and fuck you already, but you know not to voice this as to avoid him punishing you for being impatient and then making you wait even longer for what you need.
“Moral of the story, you’re the only distraction I could ever want or ever need, you make me so much better and I mean look at what you do to me” he practically purrs, his voice like honey as takes your hand from his shoulder and guides it down to the growing bulge in his trousers, sighing in pleasure at the contact, his reaction making you involuntarily grind onto his lap in an attempt to alleviate some of the need. Matty takes notice of this and tsks “Let me take care of you then sweetheart. My gorgeous, gorgeous distraction”
The slender fingers of his hands, still littered with rings from your little makeover, make quick work of lifting your shirt and throwing it far behind him, truly too distracted to care where it lands. His hands instinctively move to unclasp your bra, quickly throwing it behind him as well, breathlessly whispering “beautiful” to himself once your top half was fully bare; Matty always making you feel incredible no matter how many times he’s seen you by now.
His hands quickly rid the both of you of your clothes, and he moves to rest your back onto the sofa, effectively towering over you, the makeup bags and array of rings and necklaces on the coffee table long forgotten. His dark eyeliner covered eyes bore into yours, amusement and lust evident in them,
“Now let’s see what other ways you can distract me my love”
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