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"Lilac and gooseberries.. you aren't doing a good job of hiding Yennefer of Vengeberg," Geralt dryly said out into what was supposed to be his empty room, in a small town that few should know about. He doesn't look around the room as he begins to take off his armor. He hasn't seen her in a year and she didn't leave on good terms. He wanted to keep that bitterness for a while longer.
She appeared out of thin air, in a black corset dress, her hair parted in the middle and long, complimenting her face and her chest. She is slowly taking off her gloves, smirking at his sour attitude. "You act as if you aren't dying to look at me, Geralt."
Shirtless, he unties his hair, letting it cover his eyes as he continues to undress. Through his teeth he replies, "I am not. So tell me your business so you can be on your way."
"Geralt.. please understand. I needed to settle things. I couldn't continue running away. I had to leave before morning or you wouldn't have let me leave." She huffed, dropping her gloves on the table next to his clothing. She tried to look at his face.
"Was a visit to Istredd part of your responsibility? And don't deny, he made sure to show me evidence. All while asking me if I knew where you were, the fool," he sniped back, turning his back to her and sitting down as he took off his boots and trousers.
Yennefer whispered, "I…didn't plan on seeing him. I have no way of healing that hurt. No excuses. Is that why you continued to avoid me? A few nights that I'm sure he exaggerated to get under your skin?"
"Did you forget? The myth of the cold hearted Witcher is just that, a myth. We can also hold grudges and experience betrayal. So I feel both, even now. So again," Geralt sighed, " what is your business?"
"All I have is the truth. I missed you. I have wanted to see you since I left your side. I heard there was a Witcher around these parts and I knew it was you. Please," she begged, almost reaching out to him but letting her hand fall, "Look at me."
Geralt stood up. He knew he shouldn't. That his pain was valid and that his anger was as well. But the pull grew stronger by the moment. His favorite scent filled the room now and he loathed his enjoyment of it. He turned to face her, and he saw her pleading eyes.
He pushed aside the table between them and embraced her, caressing her face before kissing her deeply and roughly. His hands couldn't find a stable place to be, wanting to touch every bit of her that he could as his lips began quenching his bittersweet desire.
Her moans took him deeper into the state where lovers reign. Nothing else existed here but them. The kisses on her neck didn't last long before he sucked on her skin, hoping that it inspired her to do the same to him. The marks of desire and possession.
He sat her on the edge of the table and lifted up her dress, giving her thighs the same treatment that her neck received while her hands grasped his head, keeping him close. She didn't have to wait long to feel his warm mouth on her, his lips and tongue reintroducing themselves.
Moans now also filled the room that smelled of lilac and gooseberries, as Yennefer fell back on the table, holding her breast and caressing her neck as Geralt's mouth focused on her to the point of her ecstasy. His fingers gripped on to her thighs as he looked up, watching her reaction as she finally reached her bliss.
As soon as the waves ended for her, she pulled him on top of her, the passion still burning hot. He kisses her, their tongues meeting as her legs wrapped around his waist, grinding against him. He reacted in kind, matching her movements as the both moaned into each other.
Her hands traveled from his back to between them, grasping his length, stroking him. He broke the kiss, staring into her eyes, feeling every ounce of love and lust become one in the same before he felt her place him inside her. He responded by filling her with all of him, kissing her chin and neck as she took him.
His movements were slow and deep, as they stared into each other's eyes, communicating in ways lovers do. A kiss here and there was the start of her moving underneath him, the added friction inspiring his pace quickening, feeling her bounce against his chest.
"Geralt.." she moaned,"Give me all of it.."
As if a secret word was spoken, he couldn't help himself. He pinned her hands above her head, and gave her every rough thrust he had wanted to give her to that point. She briefly smirked before losing herself to moaning and he smirked just the same, growling through his teeth as he focused on keeping the pleasure going.
He felt himself close to the end, placing his weight on top of her as he pounded into her. "Yen..," he growled before reaching his climax, staying in deep as he felt his own bliss. He rested his forehead against her own as he came down from his high, before suddenly feeling his world turn.
Shocked by her quickness and strength, he found himself underneath her now. She straddled him and kept him inside her, swaying her hips slightly as he breathed heavily. "Yen, I," he tried to speak, her finger stopping his lips.
"Shh…I don't want this to end," Yennefer grinned, running her nails on his chest while slightly swaying her hips.
"Is that right? Well, don't let me stop you." He chuckled back, hiding a light moan at how her movement felt on him. He held her hips firmly, feeling him become rigid again and moving along with her.
As she leaned down to kiss him, he took the chance to thrust up, feeling her groan of pleasure against his lips. Grinning, he continued moving into her, holding her tightly as he gave her as much as he could.
And as sudden as that was, he felt her push down on him. He chuckled between a moan and he could see she was breathing just as hard. After biting her lip, she spoke.
"I love when you do that…"she gasped.
"I know you do"
She sat upright and began focusing on herself, all while he was inside of her. Yennefer knew how much he enjoyed watching her pleasure herself, and could only imagine how it was to be as intimate as they could be while she did it. His hips didn't stay still and added so much to her.
Yennefer began moaning and breathing heavily again, giving signs that her moment was close to being achieved. He could feel her squeeze his length and he reacted by thrusting into her, wanting to join her in unison. In time all of their actions were coordinated. Their noises harmonize as well and they both became spent after the big orgasm they had together.
As she collapsed on top of him, spent from the pleasure, he instinctively wrapped his arms around her.
"This doesn't mean I forgive you," Geralt whispered to the top of her head, kissing aimlessly.
Yennefer nodded on his chest as she caresses his arms.
Based on Matt Reeves' The Batman universe, Bruce and Selina spend a night alone in a hotel. Very much written as if Bruce was virgin.
This kiss felt different..
His hands were on her waist, and he had pulled her close. This is new. He always felt so distant, even if his lips weren't. His eyes are softer, attempting to communicate something to her. His lips part but words don't come out. She takes his hand from her hip to her chest.
"Do you want to come with me somewhere?" She asks softly as to not push or spook him. The question lingered in the late night air for a brief moment. She held her breath, prepared to be rejected when his voice broke through. He said yes, his face flushed under the cowl and shadows.
Selina began guiding him towards the elevator from the meeting spot. She knew that Gordon had access to this place as well and didn't want to give him a chance to ruin the moment. As the gate closed in front of them he gave her a hand a gentle and assuring squeeze.
She looked up to him and whispered, "It'll be okay, Vengeance. I promise."
He responded with a glance and the slightest of nods. She giggled to herself.
When they arrived at the ground floor, she walked out towards his car, the silhouette hardly visible as it blended with the night. She leaned against it and looked at him curiously.
"You only have one seat, so pick up your bag, we'll take my bike." She commands, excited for his reaction.
"I thought it best if I get dressed here and leave the suit with the car. I'm done for the night." He responded to her as he walked past her, grabbing his bag.
It'd be rude to look. So I won't.
But a peek.
No, Selina.
His footsteps and voice interrupted her inner thoughts, spooking her.
"You didn't peek." He smiled as he gave his observation. His eyes are still covered with black eye paint, his hair wet with sweat, refusing to not be in his eyes. But his face was handsome, strong, soft and so many more things. She felt nervous. He really does trust me, doesn't he.
"I don't think I have ever seen you smile before." She teased to hide the butterflies flapping in her stomach.
The smile fades as he looks over to his car, putting his bag in. "I'm ready when you are."
Selina rides up to him as he watches carefully as the garage door closes, the car and the suit safe for the night. He jumps on her bike, holding on to her waist. She smirks behind her helmet as she speeds off, hoping to make him give her a squeeze or two.
They arrive behind one of the biggest hotels in Gotham. As she turns off her bike, she has to tap on his hands to let go. He does immediately, the feeling of embarrassment palpable to her. They both get off her bike and he quickly has a concerned face.
"Don't worry, we won't be seen, Prince of Gotham. And no, we won't be breaking in. I promise." She teases while she walks up to a door, using a pick lock tool to open it up for him. He looks disappointed, watching her lie blatantly to him.
Selina rolls her eyes, groaning. "I have a room, paid for. We can go in front if you want so everyone can treat you like royalty while taking pictures of you in your incognito gear. Or you can trust me a bit more. Which is it?"
He looked at her and up the tall building in front of her. He pulled down his baseball cap lower as he walked in. "I'm sorry.."
He apologized.
"Come on, it's going to be quite a run to the top floors." She tells him, nudging his chest as she begins to run up, skipping as many steps as she could. He smirked as he looked up the stairs and began to follow her.
They both arrive, doing their best to catch their breath. They stumble into her room, locking the door behind them before collapsing into bed. She closes her eyes and controls her breathing until she can feel her heartbeat at a resting rate. She quickly jumps to her side and looks over him.
Is he asleep? No.. wait.. I think he is asleep or dead?
"I'm not asleep. Just resting. I get as much as I can.." he says in a whisper.
That answers that question.. he does sleep.
Selina slides off the bed and enters the bathroom. She didn't want to tell him to shower but maybe he'd get it by example. The good rooms had amazing water pressure and the hot water didn't take long. She took off her suit and jumped in, thinking about the night.
She dries off her body and wraps herself up with a towel, curious if he had moved or not. Maybe even left. She opened the door and there he was, menacingly standing against the wall opposite of the bathroom door. She was about to scold him when he spoke up.
"I'm sorry, I didn't want to fall asleep and I need to shower." He said, making clear eye contact with her.
She laughs to herself and walks out, watching him enter and lock the door behind him. She walks towards her bags, looking at what she brought with her. She didn't plan for a night like this. Nothing sexy. Just a spare suit and regular street clothes. But neither did he.. she thinks to herself, getting some lotion and sitting on the bed.
It'll be cliche if he walks out and I'm lotioning my leg. But his face would be interesting to see. She giggles to herself. But he still hasn't walked out. If there was a window, she'd be sure he jumped out. But no- he is still there. I hope he is okay..do I check in on him?
And that's when the door opens. His hair is pushed back, face clean. Scars and bruises sporadically on his body make you wonder when's the last time he was free of the sting of an ache. He holds on to his towel wrapped around his hips tightly.
No surprise, no blushing. He is intense but not in his usual way. Determined, guarded, and calculating.
She tries to break the ice. "Changing your mind? Or did you have fun in there?"
"No, I just felt good in there. Sorry I took so long." He responds, walking over to a chair that was next to the TV. He leaned back a bit on the chair when he sat down, never breaking eye contact.
"Good to hear and yeah, the city has a way of getting on you. Showering always feels like finding yourself again," Selina says with a smile, finishing her legs up before chucking the lotion on to her bag and laying on her side at the edge of the bed facing him, her head supported by her arm as she wonders.. who makes the first move..
He gets on his knees in front of her, his hands on the bed as it searches for hers. As he holds her, he kisses her knuckles, while never breaking eye contact with her. She licks her lips and gives him a small smile. "C'mere honey.."
She lays on her back as he follows her on top. She admires him and he too in return. His lips quivered in anticipation and in worry, and she sooth him with a caress of his cheek. "It's okay.. I want you to kiss me.." she whispered while leaning up to him, hoping he would meet her.
He kissed her gingerly, she could tell. She pulled on to him, wanting his weight, his hands on her, any passion his lips had. All of what he could offer of himself. She opened her legs and guided his thigh between them, as she gasped in the middle of the kiss. She felt him wanting to pull back and she reassured him by using the heel of her foot to rub his calf while her hands roamed on his back, grinding against him, noises escaping between the kisses into him.
Selina's moans grew between kisses, finally breaking their lips apart. She looked up at him, his face soft in admiration of her pleasure. His thigh had begun to move against her movements, meeting every grind, and she couldn't help but get lost in it. Their towels slowly began to become undone, and she became so needy for more.
“Teach me..” He whispered, his hand moving between their bodies until it reached her inner thigh. She nods and takes his hand, placing it on her wet lips.
“Mmm.. pressure on my labia, and then when I'm really going, focus on my clit. Okay?” She says as her hand moves his on her, moaning at the warmth of his hand. She continues moving her hips, grinding into her hand as she moans and holds on to him, feeling the ice cold demeanor of his melt.
Between moans and kisses, with his hand pleasing her, she reached down and felt his length, hard. She strokes him, his first moans driving her wild.
“Fuck me” she purred, looking up at him, studying his aroused but focused face. He blushes slightly and she can't help but smile. She takes his length, rubbing herself before pulling him into her, feeling him take directions well and moving into her slowly. He moans and groans, causing her to reassure.
“Just like that baby.. just like that. Mmm.” she moans as he goes deep and slow. “Don't think, just feel. We have all night..”
He nods and kisses her, his rhythm slightly gaining more speed as her hands caress his back, legs wrapping around his waist so as to feel all of him. She watches him between kisses, admiring the cute small moments that are breaking through his tough mask he doesn't take off. She wanted to show him so much and couldn't wait to see what he was capable of.
Qimir smirks as his back is turned to Osha, before tasting their dinner. He doesn't need the Force to reassure him of what he already knows. Deep inside her, next to every other feeling that she could logically be feeling near someone who killed her companions, there is desire, there is lust.
Everytime he catches her, she blushes and immediately allows her anger and distrust to cover it up. But then her eyes betray her.
“His hair”
“His voice”
“His back”
“His hands”
“His -”
She begins to clear her throat, stumbling through another distant question from what was truly on her mind.
“After the Jedi failed you, did you make friends?” He interrupts, feeling the question short circuit her already stressed mind.
“Yes.” She answers defiantly before the memories of the truth, and the life that seemed so distant now filled her mind.
Again he smirks, feeling her embarrassment, the anguish, frustration, and sorrow. Now to dig deeper.
“Did you ever find, Love?” He says in almost a raspy whisper, looking at her through the bangs of his hair, taking a bite of dinner before making her a plate. He can feel her shock at the question, her heart rate rising, the disbelief.
“My crew mates, I..I-” she stammers, making eye contact with him as he hands her the food. He makes sure to touch her hand when she takes it from him, lingering on the touch just enough to not make her recoil. He clenches his jaw as he turns away, returning to his side of the cave.
For the duration of dinner they do not speak until she asks him a question.
“Did you find Love, you know after you failed the Jedi?”
An attempt to get under his skin that amused him. He leaned back against the stone, opening his legs slightly with one bent knee.
“I did. I still remember their face and all the wonderful ways it expressed itself over me.” He grins, watching her process every bit of the information. It was calculated and he wouldn't lie if asked, he enjoyed watching her flustered.
“Enough, I don't want to talk about this with you.” She stands up, dusting herself off, walking over to his cortosis mask. He could feel the call for her to put it on. His eyes slowly begin scanning her up and down, appreciating the shape of her body.
She puts the mask on and turns towards him.
“Well, that is unsettling to look at from the other side.” He jokes, hoping she comes closer to him.
And she does.
Osha begins walking towards him, avoiding anything that could possibly be in her way perfectly until she is standing over him. He doesn't look away from her, admiring her even more.
“You aren't afraid of me?” she says in a distorted voice the mask gives you. She tilts her head and uses the Force to bring his lightsaber to her hand, igniting it and having the tip of it face his chest.
“No, I'm not. I trust myself. Can you say the same?” He says over the humming of the lightsaber, adding a sinister red glow to her. “You look good.”
Osha turns off the saber, speaking quietly, “You made it, of course you think it looks good.” She is mid turning away from him as he speaks.
“I meant you, Osha. Not the mask. You. Have you ever had your body complimented before?” He says in a soft and concerned voice. She shakes her after a moment slightly.
“Do you like my body?” He continues asking, even pulling on his shirt to expose more neck and check.
She doesn't answer, but the breathing under the mask is filling the room. He can't feel her anymore but can imagine what is going under there.
“You can touch me, if you want. No one will know.”
She takes a step back, shaking her head before becoming still again. He begins to undo his top, taking it completely off before resting on the stone wall again.
Slowly she kneels down, and begins crawling over him. Her hands feel on his legs, thighs, until resting on his chest as she sits hesitantly on his chest. He is face to face with his own mask but is looking at Osha. Her desires and the Force are one under it and her hands are giving her away. They are exploring every muscle on his upper body as she shyly grinds herself on his lap.
He didn't speak a word, enjoying her touch and curious about how far she would allow herself to go. With one hand she removes the mask and with sweat on her face, her eyes lock into his.
“Did you and Mae..?” She asks, biting her bottom lip.
“No, never,” he boldly replies instantly, making sure there was zero chance of doubt in his voice. “I was never vulnerable with her as I am with you, Osha. That I promise you.”
Her hands are in his hair, finding their way on the back of his head and neck. She slowly leans into him, her lips awkwardly meeting his own. He doesn't do a thing, allowing her to make every move.
She pulls back, her eyes lost in desire and embarrassment. He caresses her wrists, kissing them both before turning to her once again, licking his lips. Waiting for her.
She again kisses him, crashing into him with almost abandon. He would laugh if he could, but even then, wouldn't pretend he didn't enjoy it. The moment he first laid eyes on her, he felt a pull to her that he couldn't completely explain. Even as similar the twins were, there was something Osha had. Something more. She pulled him from the start. Something she had no realization of.
“Touch me, please,” she moaned between kisses and his hands held on to her lower back, guiding her to grind on him while they hungrily kissed, in real time feeling her learn on his lips.
Then suddenly, his hands are forced onto the wall by the Force. He looks at her puzzled slightly when she pulls back from him, but he softens when he sees her begin to undress herself.
“Look me in the eyes, please” she asks and he obliges, not breaking the trust she is asking of him.
She lays her chest on to his own bare chest, grinding once again as her fingernails dig into the back of his neck. He smirks against her neck, feeling her breasts, the heat between her legs, and her soft moans she fails to contain on his skin. And yet still she is using the Force to keep his hands in place.
Her power is greater than she knows.
The desperate grinds give away to how close she is to her orgasm. He begins moving against her, moaning softly to assist.
“That's it.. you are doing so well. Keep going. Give in to your desires, your pleasure.. just like that. ”
She cries out, letting his arms go, as he holds her in a tight embrace. Her body trembles as she comes to a stop on him, clenching to him as the euphoric feeling washes all over her. He opens his eyes for a moment, and realizes how everything in the room was in midair.
Based on Matt Reeves' The Batman universe, Bruce and Selina spend a night alone in a hotel. Very much written as if Bruce was virgin.
This kiss felt different..
His hands were on her waist, and he had pulled her close. This is new. He always felt so distant, even if his lips weren't. His eyes are softer, attempting to communicate something to her. His lips part but words don't come out. She takes his hand from her hip to her chest.
"Do you want to come with me somewhere?" She asks softly as to not push or spook him. The question lingered in the late night air for a brief moment. She held her breath, prepared to be rejected when his voice broke through. He said yes, his face flushed under the cowl and shadows.
Selina began guiding him towards the elevator from the meeting spot. She knew that Gordon had access to this place as well and didn't want to give him a chance to ruin the moment. As the gate closed in front of them he gave her a hand a gentle and assuring squeeze.
She looked up to him and whispered, "It'll be okay, Vengeance. I promise."
He responded with a glance and the slightest of nods. She giggled to herself.
When they arrived at the ground floor, she walked out towards his car, the silhouette hardly visible as it blended with the night. She leaned against it and looked at him curiously.
"You only have one seat, so pick up your bag, we'll take my bike." She commands, excited for his reaction.
"I thought it best if I get dressed here and leave the suit with the car. I'm done for the night." He responded to her as he walked past her, grabbing his bag.
It'd be rude to look. So I won't.
But a peek.
No, Selina.
His footsteps and voice interrupted her inner thoughts, spooking her.
"You didn't peek." He smiled as he gave his observation. His eyes are still covered with black eye paint, his hair wet with sweat, refusing to not be in his eyes. But his face was handsome, strong, soft and so many more things. She felt nervous. He really does trust me, doesn't he.
"I don't think I have ever seen you smile before." She teased to hide the butterflies flapping in her stomach.
The smile fades as he looks over to his car, putting his bag in. "I'm ready when you are."
Selina rides up to him as he watches carefully as the garage door closes, the car and the suit safe for the night. He jumps on her bike, holding on to her waist. She smirks behind her helmet as she speeds off, hoping to make him give her a squeeze or two.
They arrive behind one of the biggest hotels in Gotham. As she turns off her bike, she has to tap on his hands to let go. He does immediately, the feeling of embarrassment palpable to her. They both get off her bike and he quickly has a concerned face.
"Don't worry, we won't be seen, Prince of Gotham. And no, we won't be breaking in. I promise." She teases while she walks up to a door, using a pick lock tool to open it up for him. He looks disappointed, watching her lie blatantly to him.
Selina rolls her eyes, groaning. "I have a room, paid for. We can go in front if you want so everyone can treat you like royalty while taking pictures of you in your incognito gear. Or you can trust me a bit more. Which is it?"
He looked at her and up the tall building in front of her. He pulled down his baseball cap lower as he walked in. "I'm sorry.."
He apologized.
"Come on, it's going to be quite a run to the top floors." She tells him, nudging his chest as she begins to run up, skipping as many steps as she could. He smirked as he looked up the stairs and began to follow her.
They both arrive, doing their best to catch their breath. They stumble into her room, locking the door behind them before collapsing into bed. She closes her eyes and controls her breathing until she can feel her heartbeat at a resting rate. She quickly jumps to her side and looks over him.
Is he asleep? No.. wait.. I think he is asleep or dead?
"I'm not asleep. Just resting. I get as much as I can.." he says in a whisper.
That answers that question.. he does sleep.
Selina slides off the bed and enters the bathroom. She didn't want to tell him to shower but maybe he'd get it by example. The good rooms had amazing water pressure and the hot water didn't take long. She took off her suit and jumped in, thinking about the night.
She dries off her body and wraps herself up with a towel, curious if he had moved or not. Maybe even left. She opened the door and there he was, menacingly standing against the wall opposite of the bathroom door. She was about to scold him when he spoke up.
"I'm sorry, I didn't want to fall asleep and I need to shower." He said, making clear eye contact with her.
She laughs to herself and walks out, watching him enter and lock the door behind him. She walks towards her bags, looking at what she brought with her. She didn't plan for a night like this. Nothing sexy. Just a spare suit and regular street clothes. But neither did he.. she thinks to herself, getting some lotion and sitting on the bed.
It'll be cliche if he walks out and I'm lotioning my leg. But his face would be interesting to see. She giggles to herself. But he still hasn't walked out. If there was a window, she'd be sure he jumped out. But no- he is still there. I hope he is okay..do I check in on him?
And that's when the door opens. His hair is pushed back, face clean. Scars and bruises sporadically on his body make you wonder when's the last time he was free of the sting of an ache. He holds on to his towel wrapped around his hips tightly.
No surprise, no blushing. He is intense but not in his usual way. Determined, guarded, and calculating.
She tries to break the ice. "Changing your mind? Or did you have fun in there?"
"No, I just felt good in there. Sorry I took so long." He responds, walking over to a chair that was next to the TV. He leaned back a bit on the chair when he sat down, never breaking eye contact.
"Good to hear and yeah, the city has a way of getting on you. Showering always feels like finding yourself again," Selina says with a smile, finishing her legs up before chucking the lotion on to her bag and laying on her side at the edge of the bed facing him, her head supported by her arm as she wonders.. who makes the first move..
He gets on his knees in front of her, his hands on the bed as it searches for hers. As he holds her, he kisses her knuckles, while never breaking eye contact with her. She licks her lips and gives him a small smile. "C'mere honey.."
She lays on her back as he follows her on top. She admires him and he too in return. His lips quivered in anticipation and in worry, and she sooth him with a caress of his cheek. "It's okay.. I want you to kiss me.." she whispered while leaning up to him, hoping he would meet her.
He kissed her gingerly, she could tell. She pulled on to him, wanting his weight, his hands on her, any passion his lips had. All of what he could offer of himself. She opened her legs and guided his thigh between them, as she gasped in the middle of the kiss. She felt him wanting to pull back and she reassured him by using the heel of her foot to rub his calf while her hands roamed on his back, grinding against him, noises escaping between the kisses into him.
Selina's moans grew between kisses, finally breaking their lips apart. She looked up at him, his face soft in admiration of her pleasure. His thigh had begun to move against her movements, meeting every grind, and she couldn't help but get lost in it. Their towels slowly began to become undone, and she became so needy for more.
“Teach me..” He whispered, his hand moving between their bodies until it reached her inner thigh. She nods and takes his hand, placing it on her wet lips.
“Mmm.. pressure on my labia, and then when I'm really going, focus on my clit. Okay?” She says as her hand moves his on her, moaning at the warmth of his hand. She continues moving her hips, grinding into her hand as she moans and holds on to him, feeling the ice cold demeanor of his melt.
Between moans and kisses, with his hand pleasing her, she reached down and felt his length, hard. She strokes him, his first moans driving her wild.
“Fuck me” she purred, looking up at him, studying his aroused but focused face. He blushes slightly and she can't help but smile. She takes his length, rubbing herself before pulling him into her, feeling him take directions well and moving into her slowly. He moans and groans, causing her to reassure.
“Just like that baby.. just like that. Mmm.” she moans as he goes deep and slow. “Don't think, just feel. We have all night..”
He nods and kisses her, his rhythm slightly gaining more speed as her hands caress his back, legs wrapping around his waist so as to feel all of him. She watches him between kisses, admiring the cute small moments that are breaking through his tough mask he doesn't take off. She wanted to show him so much and couldn't wait to see what he was capable of.
people on this website be like “it’s actually school’s fault that i don’t know how to read because i wanted to write my essay on the divergent trilogy and that BITCH mrs. clarkson made us study 1984 instead. anyway here’s a 10 tweet thread of easily disproven misinformation about a 3 year old news story and btw, who is toni morrison?”
i KNOW most of y’all are lying about being in the gifted program as children because none of you could pass the basic reading comprehension assessment they give third graders today
this post is mean and I never read divergent or whatever the fuck but 1984 sucks and is rape apologism so if somebody wanted to write about divergent or whatever good for them
this reply is like literally exactly what op is talking about lol. like firstly ops point isn’t “1984 is good”, ops point is that analysing complex stories teaches you how to form opinions and think for yourself. and like secondly in 1984 you’re supposed to think damn it’s fucked up that he’s thinking that way about her, i wonder if this ties in with the central theme of “a society like this will fuck you in the head”? (this is the thinking for yourself part). like do you think orwell just put that in for fun? do you think that just because winston is the protagonist you’re supposed to agree with everything he does?
You know I feel like this post just gave me an epiphany for what is wrong with how Tumblr Fandom/Internet Fandom responds to media-or not *wrong* but makes it very hard to respond to anything but a morally correct, and heroic protagonist.
When an English teacher, or reader, taught or picked up 1984, it wasn’t with the intention they were going to love the protagonist. They picked it up with the intention of reading a whole story and trying to grasp the theme or catharsis from the story. If the protagonist was a *shitty* person it played into the the themes or the story, because it wasn’t about morally judging the book or *liking* or feeling attachment to the protagonist. Sometimes and often times, books were just about gaining another perspective.
No one read Lolita expecting to endear, or like, or be inspired by Humbert. You are supposed to be upset by his behavior, you don’t read Lolita with the intention of being inspired. You read it to learn more about what the fuck is going on inside someone’s head when they behave like that. How children get sucked into abusive situations. Or read “The Great Gatsby” not because they want to fall in love with Gatsby or Nick, but to better understand and analyze the experience of the 1920s or destitution of the American Dream.
A lot of internet and fandom culture has changed that though. When we say something like “I love the Great Gatsby” it comes with the idea or association that means you must *love* or relate to one of the characters. And maybe you do, but the first assumption is not longer about the quality of the work or themes, or cathartic impact-it’s about character admiration. And with that character admiration, in tumblr stan culture, or kin culture, or exalting characters with fanart/romance/so on you don’t just ‘admire’ or find that character ‘compelling’ it now translates to ‘you LOVE that character’ or you ‘DIRECTLY relate to that character.’
You can’t say “I love how Humbert is written, it’s so fascinating and dark”, without it directly translating you somehow relate to a child abuser or condone his actions. Taking in media has become an act of worship and connection. We no longer watch meant to just see the story as a whole, we watch expecting to connect to a character and if we offer them our “worship” as it’s become, as opposed to just attention or interest study as it traditionally was, it means we are condoning the character or saying we directly empathize with all their actions.
I think that’s why there is often now so much fuss over *toxic* characters or not. Or whether that classical novel is showing good or bad things anymore. We’re treating the characters as people we should love or want to draw or write about. Sometimes a story is just about getting the the theme or catharsis or learning another perspective. We don’t NEED to like the character. Or we don’t HAVE to like a character to be impressed by how they’re written or intrigued by their behavior.
I think if internet culture could learn to view stories as small insights into other lives or single takes of one perspective instead of purposeful moral inspirations we’d be a lot less worried about how toxic or not toxic they are.
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